The dense foliage of the Caladan jungle closed in around Bernard, each step a struggle against the thick underbrush and hanging vines. His breath came in ragged gasps, the humid air making each inhale feel like he was drowning. He could hear the relentless footsteps of the unknown redhead in front of him, the steps quick and unyielding. Bernard’s military training kicked in, urging him to keep moving, to outmaneuver the individual. The weight of his pack felt like an anchor, but he couldn't afford to discard it. Every so often, he glanced back, catching a fleeting glimpse of the others in his chase. The jungle seemed to conspire against him, every rustle and shadow heightening his sense of urgency.
As he pushed forward, the sounds of the jungle grew louder, a cacophony of hidden dangers. Birds shrieked overhead, and the distant growls of unseen creatures added to the tension. Bernard's mind raced, trying to understand who this was. He didn't want to shoot someone who was simply curious, but if it was a Cartel agent, losing whomever it was would be dangerous for everyone. His boots sank into the mud with every step, slowing him down, while the redhead seemed almost ethereal, barely disturbing the undergrowth. He knew he had to find a way to catch or outwit the onlooker in this verdant labyrinth. His eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for anything that could give him an advantage—a fallen tree to climb over, a stream to wade through.
Until that opportune time came, however, at least he could keep pace.
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Day 2 | Morning | Something Wicked This Way Comes | Jungle Chase Scene

Net Successes: 1; Net Advantages: 0