Just relax, alright?” Ryder whispered. Chase nodded. Ryder released his grip. Chase stepped away, glaring at Ryder and wondering what was about to happen. “Take those cameras off. All of them.” Chase did as he was told, unhooking the camera from his shoulder and handing it to Ryder. He dropped it to the floor and stamped on it, then tossed it down into the ravine. Chase saw that Ryder had at some point dumped all his own recording equipment. “You can take that look off your face; I’m not here to hurt you.” Chase looked at him, covered in mud, dirt and leaves stuck to his skin. It was no surprise they hadn’t seen him. They could have walked right past him and he would have been invisible. “What do you want with me?” “Just shut up and look. Down there.” Ryder pointed through the gap in the trees. Below them was the valley and the hilly terrain they had just negotiated.
