You ran between the trees, clinging to the bushes. It was the most awkward place to shoot. Your vision was limited, your maneuverability was hampered. You tried to shoot over your shoulder on the run, but it was of little use and created unnecessary noise.

You stopped, assuming you had run far enough away and fought off the trail. You put on the hood that had come off during your run, camouflaged in greenery. You took another closer look around. You cursed under your breath as you checked all your belongings, but you had lost your walkie-talkie, most likely you had carelessly fastened it to your gear and it had just fallen out while running.

You should have reported the enemies in this sector, but there was no way to do so, and the walkie-talkie would be hard to find.

Deciding that you should move on, you headed north, assuming that in that direction you would reach one of the observation points of your group. The crack of a branch echoed through the forest. The sound was distinct and close. It wasn't you. Someone was nearby. You froze.

A massive figure in camouflage had swooped down on you and laid you on the ground, it was the same man who had run after you then. Reacting on instinct, you struck him sharply in the head with the hilt of your pistol, hoping to buy time. The man retaliated with a blow to the face.