Brian watched as the men searched. Most of the men wore royal blue uniforms with a wide black trim down the center of each sleeve. Two men stood apart from the others. One wore yellow trim, the other red. They spoke briefly, and then the man with the red trim looked directly at him. “There he is!” he heard the man shout. As the man began to bring up his long-blaster, Brian spun and hurled himself down the other side of the hill.
“What a fool!” he cursed himself. “You should know better than to stand on top of a hill. Next time just light a signal fire!”
The sound of the men yelling and crashing through the brush behind him spurred him on. Brian had kept in fairly good shape, so he made good time.
The weapons carried by those following him only served to weigh them down and hamper their
