ELISE
I watch the roads from behind the tree hiding me from view. The fear and nervousness I felt when we first embarked should have dulled a little by now but I am still strung tight as a rope. We have been spread out, waiting in our hiding places for what feels nothing less than two hours but is actually half of that. From my position, I can see the next person in his hiding place, high in a thick-leafed tree. The young man that bound me, apparently called Falcon watches the roads and also keeps an eye on me. I have no doubt that he was given express orders to do so. If this little heist of ours turns out that I betrayed the resistance, I am sure he has been instructed to take me out before I can think to escape. He catches my eye through the trees and does not look away, a challenge. I
