She hiked north, but it wasn't long before she put up a hand signaling him to wait. He strained to hear any sound—footsteps to their right. Every step gave away the Trackers’ position. Cassie held the gun out to him. “You’re sure your aim is good? Your shoulder feels okay?” He nodded once, swiftly. “I managed to avoid hitting that douche bag the other night, didn't I?” She rolled her eyes. “Remember, that gun is for protection only. Do not engage. Let me know their movements. If you need me, call out.” “It’s easier for you to read me now, huh?” He opened the magazine and counted his bullets before shoving the clip back in. She nodded. “Ever since you changed. Although you’re still pretty thick-skulled. Reading you still takes some effort, but if I’m listening for you, I can hear you.” In a fight, her mind pushing abilities would come in handy. Didn’t mean he had to like it though. “How do you want to do this?” “I'm going to take out the guys on the left.
