Scott and Cara had found shelter in an old run down boat shed. Scott had wanted to keep moving but Cara, still struggling with just one shoe, tripped in a gully and twisted her ankle quite badly. She couldn't run so they could only hide. They were nestled together under a collapsing tarpaulin over a long abandoned boat. Cara was still shivering with the cold, she was only wearing a slight cocktail dress so Scott gave her his jacket and she snuggled against him.

Scott was fairly certain she wasn't sleeping, but she wasn't moving. She was probably as scared as he was.

Scott was trying to stay alert, stay on guard. The sun was rising now. It was morning. they had been scrambling through the woods all night. At least they had found a good place to hide. From where he was sat he could look out of a cracked grubby window. He had heard shouting, but there had been no more gunfire. So far the voices were coming a long way off, but it sounded like they were coming closer.

Once more he was cursing the fact that he was here and not safe at home with his baby girl; a baby girl he might never see again.

Scott was sat staring out of the window for so long, he didn't even notice the movement until it was almost too late. Suddenly he stiffened. There were people outside. The tension in his body was enough to alert Cara that something was wrong.

"What..?" she began to ask, but Scott clamped a hand over her mouth to quiet her.

'People.' he mouthed.

She joined him to peer through the window. There were five armed pirates and another man who looked completely out of place amongst them. He was huge, clean cut and dressed in suit; more gangster than mercenary. Scott watched as suited figure crouched down, looking at something at the ground. They were quite a distance from the shed. They hadn't seen it yet but they were clearly following the trail they had taken.

"Is he tracking us?" Cara whispered.

Scott hoped not.

"We should move." Cara whispered.

"You can't run." replied Scott.

"My foot feels better." insisted Cara quietly. "I can try. We have to get away."

Scott looked her in the eye.

"But where do we go?"

"We keep running." she said. "We keep safe."

Scott nodded. It would be a shame to leave this hiding place, and it would he harder to stay under cover in broad daylight, but the men were on a path that would lead them right here.

Scott helped Cara to her feet. She had slightly over estimated how much her ankle had recovered and gasped when she put weight on it. So Scott put his arm round her waist to support her. He was suddenly worried about how far they could actually get together.

They left the shed and hurried to the trees. Scott took one look back, checking on their pursuers. There was a shout and he saw someone point on their direction. They had been spotted. Now they really had to move…

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