Andrew’s legs were strong and the running effortless, his breathing deep, even though his chest felt tight. Athletic ease fought with tense anxiety as he drove forward through the long grass. Stopping suddenly, as the road fell sharply to nothing more than jagged rocks below, he searched for another escape route.
‘Halt. Stay where you are.’
The voice was distant but closing in. Andrew turned and looked back at the trampled grass and the stumbling figure approaching, then, tightening the bag over his shoulder, he leaned forward and launched back along towards the man. Crouched and quick, he balled his hands and tensed his shoulders, anticipating contact, desiring it. Adrenaline coursed through him, an exhilarating rush which heightened as he closed on his pursuer, who now stood half-turne
