Escape from Endeavor

by Daniel A. Jones

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  Thomas didn’t like waiting, so the ten minute head start he’d told Mystique he’d give her was actually closer to eight minutes. The group fanned out and tried to sneak as quietly as they could through the dark woods. Thomas was pleasantly surprised at how little noise the group made as they slowly moved forward. They had traversed about a hundred and thirty yards up the trail when Mystique appeared in front of him to report what she’d found. Thomas wasn’t happy about the news, but called to the rest to come to him.