Ripcord Adventure Journal 2.2

71
Sparring with Terrorists
Lloyd Figgins
it, the more the doubts would creep into her mind.
“One, two, three…”
I whisked off my hood, to see Jo take off like a greyhound out of
the traps. I leapt to my feet and ran full-pelt after her.
We ran for some considerable distance without stopping. I was
determined to get off the path and put as much ground as possible
between us and our attackers. There were likely to be other
‘unfriendlies’ in the area, and we would be easy to find along the
track. After a time, I grabbed hold of Jo and dragged her into the
undergrowth.
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“We have to stay off the paths, Jo,” I said, panting.
My heart was thumping against my chest and I could see that Jo was
in a similar state of exhaustion. We stayed still for a few minutes
before I was convinced we weren’t being followed.
“Jo, we have to move and head back towards safety.”
“I can’t move,” she gasped. She seemed to be paralysed by fear.
“You go. You have a better chance of making it without me.”
They would be searching for us soon, and the longer we left it, the
more chance we had of getting caught. Jo didn’t look capable of
going anywhere so I told her to stay exactly where she was and not
move an inch, no matter what happened or what she heard. I
covered her up with some vegetation and made sure she couldn’t be
seen from the path, and then I set off. I hated to leave her but I
knew that if I got to safety I could go back for her with the cavalry.
I was running down a hill and hadn’t got far before I came across a
small overhang to the side covered by vegetation. I carefully scaled
down over the overhang and found a good hiding place against the
cliff wall. I stopped there for a while to assess the situation.
I could hear traffic in the far distance, and a busy road seemed like