NovelXXXThe boss moved with lightning speed, darting behind a thick oak and using the trunk as cover. In one smooth
motion, he leapt to the next tree, barely making a sound.
Gunfire chased him-rounds cracking through the air as the shooters tried to keep up, but he stayed just out of
reach.
A few tense moments later, the woods fell eerily silent again. The hunters had lost him again.
But Tarquin and Elliot, crouched low behind a mossy log, could see the boss just a few yards away, hidden behind
another sturdy tree.
The boss bent down, scooping up a handful of rocks from the forest floor. With a quick flick of his wrist, he hurled
them-vanishing behind the brush at the sinstant.
Those rocks flew like bullets, smacking into several of the hunters with brutal force.
One rock went clean through a hunter's arm, another buried itself deep into someone's thigh bone. The screams
that followed tore through the quiet-pure agony.
Watching the action play out on the computer monitor, it was obvious-the boss wasn't just running. He was
toying with them, buying tfor Tarquin and Elliot.
The screen showed everyone's location, constantly updating. In the corner, a counter ticked down: 56 people
left. The boss was one of them.
Elliot hovered his mouse over a hunter's rifle, and a pop-up displayed the make, model, and country of origin.
He moved the pointer to a hunter's face. Instantly, a small window appeared with a crisp color photo and a
detailed bio.
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Tarquin stared, speechless. He'd seen plenty in his life, but watching Elliot work the controls, he couldn't help but
feel a surge of respect for Howard.
"Impressive," Tarquin murmured, eyes glued to the screen.
There were more heat signatures in the area-three separate spots, each marked in bright red on the map.
Elliot pointed to the last one. "That's Quincy and Walter."
"Quincy's a designer, an artist—he loves painting mountain landscapes and rare wildlife."
He nodded toward the other dot. "And that's Walter. He was the chief engineer at the Department of Defense.
Sof our most
advanced weapons-stuff that made headlines all over the world-were his inventions."
"And Evan? Besides his hand-to-hand skills, he's a whiz with explosives-learned everything from Walter."
"Sometimes he even dreams up wild gadgets-again, all thanks to Walter's mentoring."
Suddenly, a memory flashed through Tarquin's mind. He frowned, his brow furrowing. "The old man? You mean...
the legend?"
Elliot nodded. "Yeah. That's him."
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screen, stunned at the tiny,
gray-haired man's photo. He'd-
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greet him—it'd be every branch, Army, Navy, Air Force, you nit.
Tarquin took a long moment to process, then asked, "Your Gerald... Is that Mr. Morgan? Gerald Morgan?"
Elliot nodded again, dead serious. "That's the one."
Tarquin let out a low whistle.
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