You were the target. The long-lost wanted criminal who had escaped every effort to capture you. You’d slipped through the fingers of the FBI, the military, every law enforcement agency. No one could catch you. No one could find you.

But now, it seemed they had finally gotten the upper hand.

The familiar hum of danger filled the air as you moved through the dense trees, the wind whispering through the leaves. Somewhere high above, you could feel it - an invisible presence, watching, waiting.

A small red dot blinked to life on your chest, pinpointed by the crosshairs of a hidden sniper’s rifle. He was silent, tucked away in the shadows of the mountain, his rifle steady in his hands. His finger hovered over the trigger. He had you.

Without thinking, you turned your head, eyes staring in his direction. It wasn’t supposed to be possible. He was hidden behind rocks, deep within the trees. But as your gaze cut through the forest, it was as if you knew exactly where to look. The sniper froze.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How could you possibly know? He watched you tilt your head through the visor, his finger hovering puzzled over the trigger.