The wind howled across the barren landscape, biting into Emily's skin as she crouched behind a crumbling stone wall, her eyes scanning the horizon.
Snow was beginning to fall, the flurries dancing in the air as the cold gripped them all.
The crash site was a few hundred meters behind them, but they couldn't afford to stay in one place too long.
Hale's men were closing in, and if they didn't move fast, they'd be surrounded.
Emily adjusted her rifle, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
The adrenaline was still pulsing through her veins, but there was no time to rest.
Every second they wasted brought them closer to being hunted.
"Reyes, status?" Emily's voice crackled through the comms.
"I'm good, Eyes on the enemy, they're moving in. We've got about two minutes before they're within striking range," Reyes responded, her voice calm but firm. "Stay low and stay sharp."