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Arm up against the wiry branches whipping his face. He didn't see the root. He fell, hands splayed into the moss and mud. His assault rifle dropped and bounced and rolled from sight. Eyes wide, frantic now, Laurent Lepage scanned the forest floor and swept his hands through the dead and decaying leaves. He could hear the footsteps behind him. Boots on the ground. He could almost feel the earth heaving as they got closer, closer, while he, on all fours, plowed the leaves aside.
And then his bloodied and filthy hands clasped the barrel of the assault rifle and he was up and running. Bent over. Gasping for breath. It felt as though he'd been on the run for weeks, months. A lifetime. And even as he sprinted through the forest, dodging the tree trunks, he knew the running would end soon. But for now he ran, so great was his will to survive. So great was his need to hide what he'd found. If he couldn't Kingkade vs. Filta - Nature Of The Beast it Kingkade vs. Filta - Nature Of The Beast to safety, at least, maybe, he could make sure those in pursuit wouldn't find it.
He dove and rolled and came up behind a stump, his shoulder to the rotting wood. No protection at all. They didn't go to his puppy, no longer a puppy but a grown dog. He didn't think of his friends, or the games on the village green in summer, or tobogganing, giddy, down the hill while the mad old poet shook her fist at them in winter.
He didn't think of the hot chocolate at the end of the day in front of the fire in the bistro. He thought only of killing those in his sights. And buying time. So that maybe, maybe, he could hide the cassette. And then maybe, maybe Kingkade vs. Filta - Nature Of The Beast in the village would be safe. And those in other villages would be safe. There was some comfort in knowing there would be purpose to this.
His sacrifice would be for the greater good and for those he loved and the place he loved. He leapt and rolled behind a sturdy tree, pressing so hard against it that the rough bark made a bruise on his back and he wondered if the tree might topple over. He hugged his rifle to his chest.
His pulse pounding. He could feel his own heart in his ears. It threatened to drown out all other sounds. He'd been through this before, he reminded himself. And he'd always escaped. He'd escape today. He'd get back home. And there he'd have a hot drink and a pastry. And a bath. His hand dropped to the pocket of his torn and muddy jacket.
His Kingkade vs. Filta - Nature Of The Beast , knuckles scraped to the bone and bleeding, felt inside. And there it was. The cassette. His senses, honed and heightened, instinctively took in the musky scent of the forest floor, took in the shafts of sunlight. He took in the frantic scramble of chipmunks in the branches above him.
Laurent tried to count the feet, tried to estimate the number by the noise. But he couldn't. And he knew then it didn't matter anyway. There would be no escape this time. He took a deep breath. In the moments he had left, Laurent Lepage looked at his filthy fingers clasped around the assault rifle. And he saw them, pink and clean, holding burgers and poutine and corn on the cob and sweet, silly pets de soeurs at Τώρα Το Βράδυ - Βράδυ - Άγγελος Ψαρράς* - Καμπίσια & Ρουμελιώτικα county fair.
And now, at the last, as he hugged the rifle, Laurent began to hum. A tune his father sang to him every night at bedtime. Dropping the rifle, he brought out the cassette. He'd run out of time. He'd failed. And now he had to hide the cassette. Falling to his knees, he found a tangle of thick vines, old and woody.
No longer caring about the noise approaching, approaching, Laurent Lepage parted the vines. They were thicker, heavier than he'd realized and he felt a spike of panic. He ripped and tore and clawed until a small opening appeared. Thrusting his hand in, he dropped the cassette.
It might never be found by those who needed it. But neither, he knew, would it be found by those about to kill for it. Something was in there. Something that hadn't grown, Thecno Cat - Various - Children Compilation had been placed there.
Other hands had been here before him. Laurent Lepage, his pursuers forgotten, knelt closer and bringing both hands up, he grasped the vines and yanked them apart. The creepers clung to each other, bound together. Years, decades, eons worth of growth. And concealment. Laurent ripped, and ripped, and tore. Until a shaft of sunlight penetrated the overgrowth, the undergrowth, and he saw what was in there. What had been hiding in there longer than Laurent had been alive.
Isabelle Lacoste put her glass of Let It Slide - Steve Lucas & The Groody Frenzy - All Too Human cider on the worn wooden table and stared at the man across from her. Gamache laughed. Reine-Marie leaned back in her armchair.
Through the mullioned windows of the bistro she saw a ragtag mix Back In The USA - Various - Rock The Planet Rockin 70S kids and adults, including her daughter Annie and Annie's husband, Jean-Guy, playing soccer.
It was mid-September. Summer was gone and autumn was on the doorstep. Leaves were just turning. Brilliant reds and yellows and amber maples dotted the gardens and forest. Some leaves had already fallen onto the grass of the village green. It was a perfect time of year, when late summer flowers were still blooming and the leaves were turning, and the grass was still green, Kingkade vs. Filta - Nature Of The Beast the nights were chilly and sweaters were out and fires were beginning to be lit.
So that the hearths at night resembled the forests in the day, all giddy and bright and cheerful. Soon everyone would head back to the city after the weekend, but for her and Armand there was no need to return. They were Kingkade vs. Filta - Nature Of The Beast there. Isabelle Lacoste. The job Reine-Marie's husband had held for more than twenty years.
Reine-Marie always thought of her as "young Isabelle. But now there were lines in Isabelle's face, and gray just starting in her hair. It seemed to happen overnight. She'd been young Agent Lacoste for so long, and now, suddenly it seemed, she was Chief Inspector Lacoste.
Reine-Marie shifted her attention to Armand, sitting back in his wing chair in the bistro, sipping his microbrewery beer. Relaxed, comfortable, amused. His six-foot frame had filled out. He wasn't heavy, but he was solid.
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