Minutes later, he was in the middle of the forest, there was the sound of footsteps all around. Marco Deluca hid behind one of the trees. And he carefully glanced over the man who were following him. Their eyes were alert, and their senses were heightened as they looked around to search for Marco Deluca.
Marco Deluca carefully moved from one tree to another.
Those men glanced around, and one of them muttered in a low and hushed voice, "He's close. I can feel it."
Marco Deluca held his breath. The cold night air hit his body, and he felt like it could freeze his lungs, but he did not move. He counted three people of them he could see, and they were all armed. They were scanning the area, their footsteps crunched against the fallen leaves. His body was tense, every muscle tightened in his body, ready to escape just the second he found they were distracted.
He moved his feet to take a step back, and then a twig snapped under his foot. A twig.