Hope’s POVThe night is pitch-black and the rain is unforgiving, drumming down mercilessly, transforming the path into a treacherous mudslide. I forge ahead, senses on high alert, while Larry struggles behind me.“I hate this,” he mumbles and slips again, landing with a squelch on his backside."You okay, Larry?" I turn back and offer him a hand to pull him up but boy is this guy heavy, He may be thin but he weighs like a bull."Just peachy," he grumbles, wiping mud from his face with exaggerated care before accepting my hand.We continue trudging through the downpour, both now silent in our own train of thoughts as we follow that jerk’s trail. That traitor’s trail is unfortunately our lone beacon of hope and like it or not, we have to follow it.Suddenly, I freeze, catching a rustling sound from the nearby trees. It is loud, even with the downpour, I can hear it.I motion for Larry to stop."Someone's watching us," I whisper.Larry's eyes widen in mock horror. "Oh, really? Couldn't b
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