Arrest

PFC Ward’s hand twitched toward his handcuffs. Simon’s eyes darted around, desperately searching for an opening. In a heartbeat, he seized his chance, his limbs propelling him forward in a desperate dash for freedom. ‘Hey, hold it right there!’ Ward’s voice cracked like a whip as he lunged after Simon. The gravel crunching under Simon’s hurried footsteps only added to the urgency of the moment. His heart hammered against his ribcage. His body was still hurting from the beatdown received from both Elias and Lemuel, but adrenaline pushed him forward. The front gate was less than ten metres ahead. If he could make it, he could disappear into the dense woods where nobody could find him. He was unfamiliar with the terrain and had zero knowledge about surviving in the wild, but that would be the concern for another day. But the chase was short-lived. Both Ward’s and Silva’s training kicked in as they pumped their legs. In a blur of motion, Ward intercepted Simon, his arms wrapping around Sim