Whoever was there started to come closer.<br/><br/>This put Azriel in a rather tough spot. If he kept his current position, he knew for sure that he would be spotted. If he moved there was a chance he might be heard. He knew he would be fine if he kept his distance either way; he did have his gun. Up close, he had no idea how he would fare. This person looked formidable and he was still feeling rather out of it. Hell, for all he knew this could be just some kind of hallucination or something created by that device to throw him off.<br/><br/>But since he had already come to the conclusion that those men wanted him gone, he doubted that. He could try to convince himself otherwise, but it wouldn’t do any good. The reality of the situation was that he was no longer on Earth.<br/><br/>Much to Azriel’s relief, he had not been spotted; the stranger’s attention appeared to be elsewhere. The stranger had said something about a bag and turned his back to him. He took that moment to step out of his hiding spot. His eyes followed where the stranger was searching and noticed there was a bag hanging a few feet above the ground. It had gotten caught on a tree branch. With a little force, the branch looked like it would snap easily. When the stranger began looking around, Azriel went back into hiding.<br/><br/>Azriel got a crazy thought in his head just then. What if he got to the bag before the stranger? There could be supplies in that bag. It would be a huge relief if there was something that could help him fight off whatever the hell that device had done to him. He thought he would be able to manage it. But, evidently, he had thought wrong. He felt like he was getting worse and worse by the minute. Anything would do, as long as he was able to think straight again.<br/><br/>One glance told him the stranger was too preoccupied to notice if he made a move now. He looked up the tree. It was a pretty good distance, but he was sure he could climb it in no time. It would be just like when he was a kid, getting into trouble while climbing the trees that were preserved around Jerusalem with his brother. Then again, in the state he was in now, climbing up might not be such a good idea. He wasn’t sure how well he’d be able to balance himself once he made it.<br/><br/>He started to move a little close, taking care to remain unseen as he did so. Climbing was out of the option. But maybe… maybe he could shoot it down.<br/><br/>Hoping it would work, Azriel aimed his gun at the bag and went for it. It took a few shots before the bag finally dropped to the ground. Hoping that the stranger had been taken by surprise, Azriel sprinted for the bag as quickly as he could.<br/><br/>He kept his gun, which now displayed the number ‘nine’ above the sights, in front of him as he took a few steps back. There was no way this guy would hand over the bag so easily. When he tried to speak, it came out as a cough. Damn. Did whatever side effects this device was doing to him fuck up his voice, too? He hoped not… Not being able to communicate was going to cause even more issues, something he did not need right now. He was praying that there was something in this bag that could help, more than ever now.<br/><br/>As he slowly moved backward,focusing on the stranger as best he could, he was unaware that his nose had started bleeding.