Page 200 of Chaos has a Name
Oh, fuck no.
She was going to catch this piece of shit. When you messed with her family, there were consequences.
Getting up, she pushed off of Chris’ body, and started to run. They only had Ivan there, and there was no freaking way she was letting him do this alone.
Not on her watch.
With Ivan not far behind her, they headed into the trees where someone had been.
It was a chase.
Ahead of her, Elizabeth could hear the heavy footfalls of someone running through the woods to escape them.
Oh, hell, no.
You didn’t shoot at her and her team, and get away with it. The arrows were sharp, and could kill.
Thank God for her vest.
As they ran, she pointed, and Ivan knew what she wanted to do.
They needed to box this crazy in. Chasing anyone through the thick forest was dangerous, but if they could outmaneuver, they might have a chance.
Chasing someone who was clearly armed was worse—for them. While they were both armed, this wasn’t her turf. Natives knew the lay of the land, and all of the places to tuck away to hide.
She didn’t.
The whole time, Elizabeth was listening.
If the running stopped, they’d have time to get another arrow ready to go. A headshot would not be as forgiving as one to her vest.
As they split off, Ivan went to the right, and Elizabeth kept following the trail of broken branches and smooshed foliage.
Whoever this was, they were leaving a trail.
Only, as she got closer, and she was seeing a shadow moving ahead in the thicker brush, she heard something that made her nervous.
Windchimes.
But this time, it was too late.
Before she could pull her gun, or even react, something big slammed into her body, sending her careening into a downed log.
The hit was brutal, and her shoulder sang in pain as her ribs and arm took most of the blow.
It was when something hit her in the head that the forest started going gray and closing in on her.
And she was down.
Elizabeth couldn’t hold back the tunnel vision as she lost consciousness.
Alone.
In the forest.
They’d made a mistake.
A huge one.
