ignored it for over three hours and could continue to do so for
several more. It was almost 04h00 though and he'd need to move fast
soon. Reluctantly he looked away from the eyepiece of his night
vision-enhanced monocular and rolled onto his back. The movement was
slow and took him out of direct line of sight. He lay in tall grass
behind a short tree, it's branches arching, leaves reaching for the
grass.
The sky, filled with stars, was invisible beneath the natural canopy.
Low-Light brought his left knee up to his chest, pulling it closer
still. He breathed out slowly and felt his muscles stretch. The relief
was satisfying, and short-lived: his left wrist vibrated slightly. He
froze, waiting. It happened again. A minor tremor against the inside
of left forearm near his wrist. Beneath a patch on his sleeve was a
pager, and the vibrations were the signal that Rip Cord had deployed
and was en route. It was time....
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