When one soldier stepped away, Jessie moved.
Fast.
Silent.
A brief struggle.
Then stillness.
Jessie stood there, breathing hard, staring down at the unconscious soldier.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. Minutes later, Jessie stepped back into the shadows wearing the soldier’s uniform.
It didn’t fit perfectly.
But in the dark, it might be enough.
He glanced back toward where Sarah lay hidden.
“Stay alive,” he whispered.