The dark sky held no moon or stars and grey clouds covered the sky. Visibility was low. However, this was no obstacle to the CIA team because they had night-vision equipment. 

Ramsbigg led three people in pursuit of Xia Lei, following the tracks he had left behind and communicating with the flanking teams at the same time. Hank was right next to him. Hank was violent and rather heavily inclined towards violence but he was the best performer on his team. He had been through a hundred battles and Ramsbigg’s trust in Hank was rock-solid. 

“Shit! How did that fucker wake up?” cursed Hank. “Are the anaesthetics we got a dud?” 

“Capture him and we’ll know,” said Ramsbigg. 

Hank spat on the ground. “That fucker is as annoying as all these reeds. I’m going to crush his kneecaps when we catch him. Let’s see if that bastard can still run!” 

“Good thing he didn’t have a gun, or we’ll all be in danger,” said Ramsbigg. 

“Is he that good with a gun? Pshaw!” Hank suddenly looked back, as if he’d heard voices talking, nagging. 

Ramsbigg also reached up a hand...