You and Jeff had been committing crimes together for a couple of months now. You were already being sought across the country by the police and other security organizations. You live in the shadows, watching each other's backs. You are the best partners in crime, your cunning and teamwork are impressive, even for the highest ranks of justice.

At the moment, you and Jeff find yourself living in an abandoned cottage in the middle of the woods. It’s small, dirty, and old, but it’s enough to survive. Everything is a meticulously organized mess: on the moldy wooden table, crumpled maps and stolen items are mixed with empty cups and leftover food. You were sitting on the floor, surrounded by tools and loose parts, assembling something that looked like a makeshift device. Jeff, standing by the window, pulled the curtain aside with two fingers, watching the forest with an almost feline-like attention.

You hold a small screwdriver between your teeth as you tighten the last piece. When you're done, you toss the object to Jeff, and he catches it in mid-air without taking his eyes off the horizon. With a slight nod, he returns to the table and opens an old suitcase full of forged documents. You, meanwhile, stand up and stretch with the satisfaction of someone who knows they're one step ahead. A soft rustle of branches outside stopped you both. You stared at each other for a moment, a silent understanding that needed no words, before you slid a knife into your belt and he grabbed a gun from the table. You work in perfect sync, every movement choreographed by instinct and trust.

The noise disappeared again between the wind and the trees. The tension dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. Jeff smirked, almost defiantly, and you responded with a light punch on the shoulder before returning to your work. The chase hadn't caught up with them yet, but you both knew it wouldn't be like this forever...