The tickle in his brain drew him along, like an invisible rope.
Ekosian soldiers were everywhere, but Trip ghosted through the trees, ducking into cover and successfully avoiding the patrols at every step thanks to his blatant abuse of T’Pol’s damaged scanner. He no longer cared that using the device like this was rapidly turning it into a very pretty paperweight – without T’Pol, nothing in his possession was worth having. Nothing in his life was worth having.
At the moment, Trip was crouched behind a thick, leafy plant growing alongside a half-fallen tree. He was barely two kilometers away from the lodge he and T’Pol had been using as their refuge, but something … he couldn’t quite define had drawn him here. It had taken him nearly three hours to reach this location as the presence of t
