[The silent slide of metal against leather was more felt then heard, but Hei knew that sound of silence well. He had drawn on it countless times in the jungle and again in the city. Scanning the area around him, Hei's face grew grim. His choices were limited.]
[Bent low to the ground, Hei ran, paying careful attention to fallen debris and the man at his back. Just when the hedgerow ends, Hei stops. If he wasn't wrong, the man should be facing awa--
Of course. Hei should have known Conrad would detect his presence. Grim, Hei looks away, weighing his limited options. Taking a moment to ground himself, Hei flew, his black trench coat barely flaring to show the green underneath as he ducked across the clearing and behind a large tree. It was a start.]