I do my best to keep my breaths quiet and even as two, then three more enemy soldiers move out onto my plateau. I peer at their faces through the leaves of the bushes in which I’m hiding, trying to see if one of them is Wright, if one of their eyes is lit with the violence I saw in him that day – the desire to kill me –
But I don’t recognize any of them.
“This would be the perfect spot,” the man in the lead says, frowning around the plateau, “to put that sniper. And the angles from the shots taken suggest that this is around the right height.”
“He must be here then,” the man next to him says, dropping to one knee and peering around. More troops move onto the plateau behind him, likewise looking around, wary. “Spread out everyone. Search.”
I inhale a deep breath through my nose, my hea
