“Why…does it matter…?”
His head hit the ground, lying on a bed of pine needles. Blood trickled from his ear, along his chin, and down his neck.
“What you thinking, Kaide?” asked the old man.
For a long moment, silence. Then came the voice of the second man.
“We have no choice. Take him.”
Arms grabbed him, lifting him up still wrapped in the net. As Jerico stared through the gaps, he saw a wrinkled hand wave before his eyes, and then he saw no more.
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