<div style="text-align: center">《 Owen and Clive 》<br/>
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</div>"He wasn't always like this," Clive assured quietly. No, this extra effort and lack of self preservation had taken it's toll shortly after his mental breakdown. Typically, people grew more cautious as a result. Not Owen, who seemed to be overcompensating for the darkness in the world. He certainly wasn't naive. Owen was well aware of what people were capable of, even before the world really changed. That made his risk taking much more deliberate.<br/><br/>Owen returned to them in the nick of time, looking pleased with himself, as he settled to watch the stranger find the bag. Miles was ready to move along. Owen wanted to linger but they'd done enough and truly he had not wanted his brother or any of them to regret their decision for getting involved, however minor. Every optimistic thought was snapped out of his head at the sound of gunfire. He felt Miles' hand but didn't know what to make of the shots. His job had been to tell the story backwards. Never from the start.<br/><br/>Clive had filed the shots away in 'not his problem, not his business.' No trouble was the plan and if the other two brothers had any sense they would pull back and meet them up over the hill, where the truck was parked. They first had to carefully extract themselves from what perhaps was a dangerous situation. Owen was quiet, staying close and moving along without protest. Clive heard shouting. A woman's voice, someone calling after her. The woman from the cabin? The one Owen was certain they'd met before. He did his best to avoid a confrontation, but fate would have different plans for them. Owen, as it would turn out, wasn't the one to botch the plan for the evening.<br/><br/>Clive had been trying to track the shouting. A seed of curiosity in wondering if Owen was right, and he and the woman had met before. He kept turning back to try and catch glimpses of what was going on, and he'd lagged more than was wise. She was moving towards them and instead of crouching down and making himself less obvious, Clive stood there, a dark silhouette between the trees. She moved quicker that he expected. Someone else was following too. Someone chasing her?