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They both startle when distant calls break the quiet of the forest. A foot patrol.
A frantic hand grabs his and pulls him forward.
"Come on, sweetheart. Run."
And they're off, racing through the woods, jumping over fallen logs and ducking under low-hanging branches. They don't stop, not even when Maverick stumbles, nor when Bradley loses his breath and can barely keep up the pace.
When they finally find shelter in the hollowed rocks, their hands are still clasped firmly together. Bradley loosens his grip only enough to interlock their fingers, and squeezes.
I'm here, Mav. I'm not letting go.