“See anything? Remember we need one alive. Shoot, but don’t kill them both.”
“They want one of us alive,” Linsora translated.
“Linsora,” Permac spoke softly with a shallow breath. “We don’t have guns, they do. We have to get away. Understand?”
Linsora nodded. She pointed in the direction of the town and held up three fingers, then two, then one and both took off running. The blast from a weapon seared the branches over their heads. Permac clutched Linsora by the hand and changed direction. They plunged through the underbrush, around trees with the calls of the Carratians getting closer. A thick stand of tall brush was ahead of them. Permac ran through it and nearly bumped into a Carratian waiting on the other side.
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