Journal Entry 078/0229 Among the worn mountains of Piter Range, the crisp cool air carried to my nostrils the scents of pine and ash and the spoor of animals, but more importantly it carried.Journal Entry 078/0229 Among the worn mountains of Piter Range, the crisp cool air carried to my nostrils the scents of pine and ash and the spoor of animals, but more importantly it carried... Gotcha, ya little minx, I thought to myself. I bet you thought you'd lost me last night. Guess again. I resettled the heavy backpack I'd been carrying, checked the flag that I had to be wearing according to the rules, and settled into a comfortable hike. She was still way ahead of me, and she might even be distancing me. I had two more days, at this pace, before she crossed the border and was home free. I had to get her. Capture the flag. Whoever she was, she had managed to get freedom for her compatriots, and they had been let loose, flagless. |