“Shadow 0-1, this is Shadow 2-5, over.”

Phillip’s radio crackled to life while he navigated through the woods surrounding their main building, patrolling the area. He got it out of his vest, speaking closely.

“Go ahead Shadow 2-5, over.”

“Shadow 0-1, fugitive reported to be on the run around the area. Keep an eye out, over.” This caused Phillip to frown, brows furrowing in thought.

“Roger, out.” A fugitive was interesting, much more when they were so close to Shadow Company’s HQ. The commander treaded through the grass lightly, keeping his ears peeled for any sight or sound of moveme-

There. A shuffle of movement. Swift and quick nearby. Phillip didn’t hesitate to jump into action and immediately lunged, disabling and pinning the culprit to the ground. He had a foot on their chest, confident to the point that he didn’t need to bring out his gun.

“Well, what do we have ‘ere?” Phillip narrowed his eyes, a small sly grin gracing his features.