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He crouched behind the fallen tree, muscles aching, gun clutched in sweaty hands. She had left him behind in enemy territory. It was only a matter of time before he was discovered.
Footsteps crunched through dead leaves. A shadow stretched across the underbrush, weapon at the ready, as the figure moved closer.
He held himself still. Tried not to breathe.
The footsteps paused. The shadow loomed down
With a desperate cry, he spun and fired.
The figure fell back silently. The gun fell from his numb hands as he saw her face.
