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Tango jolted himself back into reality, remembering the situation at hand. He had climbed a tree for a break from the running, hoping that they wouldn’t find him here, at least for a while.
He had to keep moving, he knew it. The Reds would find him eventually. Still, he couldn’t bear to move. Even though there were branches poking him from almost every angle, he hadn’t been this comfortable in years.
All he wanted was a break. Just for a bit. Just a second.
His eyelids felt weighed down by his longing for rest.
A second wouldn’t hurt, right?