As I caught my breath, I glanced around, trying to spot Mimb. He emerged from behind a tree, his eyes wide with concern. "Connor, are you okay?" he asked, rushing over to me.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but we need to keep moving," I replied, my voice shaking slightly from the adrenaline still coursing through me. "The TSA knows where their dead spy is – they'll be coming for us."
Mimb nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "We can't waste any more time. Let's go."
We took off running through the forest, our footsteps crunching on the underbrush as we tried to put as much distance as possible between us and the looming threat. The air felt heavy with tension, the silence of the woods only amplifying our sense of urgency.
