As he rounded the southeast corner, he saw a flash of something coming his direction and just barely got out of the way. He wasn't quite quick enough as it nicked his cheek. It was only a tiny cut but it began to bleed, sending a small red trail down his cheek. Poking his back around the corner, Conda saw Anna jump and start running. He grinned and took a few steps towards her until she turned the corner then he whipped around and made a mad dash in the opposite direction. This was child's play to him since he ran a couple miles each morning. Goose insisted that everyone in the gang kept in shape. This wasn't the first time that Conda had been thankful for his daily routine and he doubted it would be the last.<br/><br/>As he expected, she came running around the northwest corner when he was halfway to it. He saw some blood dripping down her own cheek. Just great, thought Conda. She's injured and running around like a damn chicken. He had heard the coughing the day before and was surprised that she could maintain this amount of energy after being sick. Determined to catch her, he put on an extra burst of speed.