Tack

Continuing the story…

**

Illya knew that it was time for him to try something different.  Simply struggling to run away from his pursuers wasn’t working.  He was getting tired.  He pushed through the thick brush, dragging his injured leg behind him.

Praying that they would either assume he’d lost them in the brush or hidden there, Illya scrambled up into the branches of a tree.  It was, by no means, easy.  His injured leg hampered his progress.  However, finally, he was hidden in the thick leafy growth of the branches.

Stifling a sigh, he leaned back against the trunk and closed his eyes.

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