As I near the end of the creek bed, my ankle feels much better. I can sprint at almost full speed now.

"At least I'm still able to run away," I bemusedly think to myself. Hopefully, I won't be just running for much longer. I'm not sure if it's the knowledge that my wife needs me, or just the plain fact I don't want Ohm to win, but either way the dual motivation of seeing Lizzy in imminent danger while that long-haired freak watches our suffering with gleeful delight seems to be the best medicine.

The sunlit cliff edge appears through the end of the trees. The receiver begins to beep, telling me that I'm being tracked again. I've got to move fast before he can stop me with another one of his little "presents." Before I reach the end of the jungle, I look around and find two fallen palm fronds. I crinkle them back and forth to make sure they are bone dry. If they're wet I'm dead.

"Man," I let myself thinks for a second. "They're sure a lot ways to die doing this." I went through SERE (or Survival Escape Resistance and Evasion) training when I was 18. One of the topics they covered was how to disable tracking devices. I do my best to recall my instructor's words carefully. Details are really important right now.

"The important thing to remember is that most tracer technology is very sensitive to being exposed to large amounts of electricity." Large amounts of electricity that are found in things precisely like the force field. "If you can pass a current of sufficient strength through the device without exposing yourself to the current's effects, nine times out of ten you will disable it." My nervousness grows as I remember what happened next. When he tried to give us a practical demonstration, he miscalculated the voltage and stopped his own heart. It took three medics and a defibrillator to revive him. Hopefully, I won't make the same mistake.

I run down towards the edge, carefully scanning for Ohm's barrier. Unfortunately, it has disappeared into the brightness of day. Just to be safe, I pick up another rock and throw it. It impacts the field ten feet from me and falls to the ground as it sizzles with heat.

"Good, he hasn't caught on yet and turned the damn thing off." As fast as I can, I begin to strip off all my gear. Meticulously, I make sure that there is no other metal touching my skin. With the power I'm about to expose myself to, the heating that would occur causes third degree burns instantly. Next, I open one of my remaining canteens and place it directly at my feet.

"Just to be safe," I say to myself.

I place the palm fronds shoulder width apart on the ground. Plant materials like wood and leaves, once dried, insulate against flowing current. I'll stand on them to block the flow of electricity from passing from me into the earth. Otherwise, it will be like turning on a light bulb…with me as the glowing wire filament.

Finally, I grab the pieces of rubber from my pocket: the final safety measure. I have to make sure that no piece of the tracelet comes into any contact with my body so that the current flows through it rather than me. I wince as I think how painful what I'm about to do will be.

"C'mon, Soldier. Just do it."

I begin to shove the pieces of boot sole into the tiny gap between the tracelet and my skin. My flesh doesn't fare well as the friction of the rubber begins to rub my skin away like pencil lead. I just grit my teeth to block the pain and keep going. As I manage to shove the final strip underneath the tracelet, my hand literally begins to throb as all circulation is cut off by what is essentially a tourniquet. Within a few seconds, it has turned purple and swelled up like a balloon.

"Better make this quick," I think as my entire arm begins to grow numb. I won't be able to control it as carefully as I need to in order to make sure I don't accidently hit the force field with any other part of my arm. I reach down with my right hand and lift my dead stump up and into position. Soon, the tracelet is hovering just an inch away from the field of death.

Ohm must finally realize what I'm about to try because the thundering voice from the trees returns. My heart jumps as the surprise nearly causes me to bump the force field.

"What are you doing, Colonel Snow?"

"Well, howdy doo, Rikard. Good to talk to you again."

"Surely, you can't be seriously considering this course of action? The odds are you'll end up like a sausage over a campfire!"

"Maybe, but if it works it may make this whole thing a little more interesting for us. I thought that's what you wanted right?"

"Don't you dare try it, Snow." His voice is growing serious now. I think Ohm is actually getting concerned. "Do you want your wife to watch as you burn alive? That force field is one of the most powerful on the planet."

"She can either watch me burn alive, or die is some other grizzly fashion that your sick mind comes up with. I might as well…make my choice."

"I'm warning you for the last time, Snow. Don't do it. I'll even let you recover your gear and run back into the jungle unmolested for a whole ten minutes."

"Ah, I don't think so, Rikard. I appreciate the offer though."

"If it's something more interesting you want, Colonel, I can always throw in some Quarter Quell style surprises. How does that suit you?"

"Quarter Quell this, bitch," I growl through my teeth. "This is for you, Lizzy," I say with one last deep breath.

"Shut it off! Shut it off!" I hear Ohm yell to some nameless technician, but he's too late. I shove the tracelet directly into the force field. Every muscle in my body clenches as a million volts jumps through it into my body. I cannot move, breathe, and the only thought in my head is:

"Pull away! Make this stop!" but I can't. Just as I about to think I'm done for, the technician follows through with Ohm's orders and the field deactivates. As soon as control of my body returns, I leap back towards my gear and collapse. The rubber has been superheated by the smoking tracelet and is beginning to melt into my skin. I grab the canteen and pour it onto my wrist. Sizzling steam rises from the tracelet as it cools back down. As I begin to pull the burnt rubber shreds from underneath it, wonderful circulation returns my hand to normal. I look to where I had been standing before. Two black scorch marks precisely in the shape of my feet are burned into the palm fronds. I don't even want to think about the damage that could have occurred to the inside of my body.

"Hope this was worth it," and there's only one way to find out. I reach for the receiver and check the display. What I see literally causes me laugh with joy.

"Critical Error. Signal Lost." I've done it. Now, stealth is my ally once again and the fight is no longer impossible. I can win…and Ohm knows it too.

As I'm about to finish strapping my gear back to my body, his thunderous voice returns. In his artificial tones is the anger of a genius that has proven a fool by his own invention.

"I WARNED YOU! I WARNED YOU ABOUT BREAKING THE RULES, DIDN'T I?"

"I only recall hearing you say there were two rules, Ohm. 'I run and they run after me.' I don't remember a damn thing about me trying to even the odds a bit," I say as I pick up my assault rifle from the ground.

"Regardless, now you will pay the price for your actions!"

"And exactly what is that, Rikard? Are you going to try and kill me again?" I say with an arrogant sarcasm that I immediately regret. The price ends up being worse than I could have possibly imagined.