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The Bad Guys
No one shot at them as they ran through the brush. Q couldn't have been more thankful. The stakes had been raised which meant he would need to reveal his training to Madison. After a moment, when he thought Madison probably couldn't run anymore, he stopped them. He motioned for her to crouch down. “I think we lost them." “Or they decided not to follow." “We'll see. Let's wait her for moment. We have any food that doesn't need to be cooked?" “Lots. But some of it was on Charlie's back." “We'll have to do without then. What have we got." “Jerky." “Sounds like lunch." She pulled out what she could find, offering it first to Q. “You pick," he said. Her eyes glazed over. She seemed to need the food to ground her. After a few bites of his own jerky, he said, “You okay?" She nodded.
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