Outside of the forest, four cars stood on in front of a fork in a driveway. There, dirt road was separating from the main route, leading towards a wilted, but still dense forest. From this distance it looked unassuming, if depressing, but the poor ecology of the twenty-second century didn't spare anything.
A man was leaning out of the window of one of the cars. He made several deep inhales of the air. "Boss, the trail is very fresh, but… they had turned to the forest."
The other three passengers of this car were Cole, Eugen and Bloodhound, who was sitting in the driver's seat. Hearing the tracker's words, Cole grit his teeth. Eugen's face darkened.
"If that's their choice, so be it. I can't stop them from ending their lives when they want it so much," Cole said after a long pause. "Bloodhound, turn back to the base."
To his side, Eugen clicked his tongue. "The best girls are always the most troublesome ones. Just forget it. We will find ourselves less gutsy ones."
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