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Estelle and Josiah had trekked a few hundred yards when the echo of footsteps
suddenly sounded from behind. They exchanged a glance and quickly ducked for
cover, splitting up to ambush their pursuers. The first wave consisted of about a
dozen castle guards, armed with submachine guns, sweeping the area as they
advanced. Silent as a shadow, Estelle descended from the tree, landing on a
guard's shoulders. Her hand clamped over his mouth, twisting sharply, and he
crumpled to the ground without a sound. Swiftly, she relieved him of his gun and
concealed his body in the underbrush. Unaware, the rest of the guards continued
their advance, oblivious to the fate of their fallen teammate. The group moved a
few more paces when Josiah, perched in a tree about thirty feet ahead, rose to
his feet, raised his gun, and fired. “Say hello to St. Peter for me!” he taunted. The
guards instantly scattered, returning fire in panic. Josiah drew their attention,
allowing Estelle to flank the guards from behind. With a burst of gunfire from her
appropriated weapon, she took them down. In under a minute, the dozen men lay
lifeless on the forest floor. “Nice shot!” Josiah flashed Estelle a thumbs-up as he
dashed over. “Let's move. The gunfire will attract more guards!” Estelle grabbed
another rifle from the ground and, with Josiah, quickly retreated. After about ten
minutes, they encountered another group of castle guards hastening towards the
depths of the woods. Josiah winked at Estelle and asked, “Take 'em out?”
Estelle, hiding in the bushes, assessed the nearly thirty-strong patrol with a
frown. “No, this time we tail them!” Josiah nodded in understanding. The two of
them repeated their tactic, silently dispatching the last two guards in the column,
dragging them into the bushes, putting on their uniforms, and smearing their
faces with a mix of grass juice and mud before quickly

falling in with the rest of the squad. With Josiah’s frame closely resembling that of
the castle guards, Estelle used his silhouette as cover, trailing at the rear of the
troop. As Estelle had predicted, this group was different from the previous
guards; they followed orders with a clear target and direction in mind. Estelle and
Josiah shadowed the troops at a safe distance. After about half an hour, they
spotted a downed airplane nestled in the woods. The aircraft had carved a deep
crater in the ground, its nose and half of a wing buried in the ground. Although
the fuselage was damaged, with a gaping hole where trees had struck, it
appeared relatively intact. If there were any passengers, they might still be alive.
The leader halted the group and gestured towards the wreck, “Two inside, search
it!” No one was eager to volunteer; the risk was high if survivors were armed.
Josiah caught Estelle’s eye before stepping forward, the first to approach the
plane. Another guard reluctantly followed. Using the landing gear, Josiah leapt
onto the aircraft. Visit Dramanovels.com to read full content. (Image) He exhaled
quietly and made his way to the cockpit. Visit Dramanovels.com to read full
content. (Image) Sensing someone's approach, the trained pilot stirred from his
stupor and instinctively grabbed his gun, aiming at Josiah.