Dirk could no longer see the little boy who’d had the audacity to sabotage his van. He stopped running and twisted each way, looking for Noah. He shot randomly into the woods, and then stood still, listening for the escaping sounds of the little saboteur. But the forest was quiet, giving nothing away of the young fugitive. Dirk lowered his gun and spit on the ground.
Dirk went back to the gas vans, looking over his shoulder.
“Did you get him?” Adler asked.
Dirk nodded. “Just like rabbit hunting,” he lied.
They laughed and climbed into their empty vans, ready for another load of people to poison.
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