As Mimori took off into the woods, she stopped for a second, trying to catch her breath as she slipped her jacket on. Glancing around, she grabbed a strand of her hair and looped it around the larger masses, creating a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of her face. She took off running again.
Her sensitive ears picked up the heavy breathing of others around her. She was two hundred yards ahead before they came into view behind her. Mimori slid to a stop in the grass, eyeing the small group of trackers that had followed behind her since she had left the cabin.
As the sun reached its highest point in the sky, Mimori stood in the open field, head held high as she turned to face the trackers.
"Subject 36, we have orders to capture or kill you. The choice is yours; what's it going to be?"
