They moved again—careful, low, using trees for cover.
Following at a distance.
Voices carried through the bush.
Low. Sharp.
Jessie dropped behind a fallen log, pulling Sarah down.
“Stay down,” he whispered.
They listened.
“…sweep wider…”
“…orders are clear…”
“…no one gets out…”
“…burn anything left behind…”
Sarah’s hand tightened.