Branches ceaselessly slapped against Charles's face, but his eyes were fixed on the figure of 096 straight ahead. The complex tangle of branches could not obstruct their enhanced bodies as they stretched and leaped between the trees.
"Hahahahaha!!!" 096 let out an incessant, mad laugh.
Dude, running like this won't work. We're the same speed. If we keep this up, who knows where he'll lead us, Richard's voice sounded in his mind.
Quit yapping, I know that!
Charles pushed hard off a tree trunk, his revolver already reloaded. This time, he didn't aim for 096's vitals but directly at his lower limbs.
BANG! The gunshot echoed as wood chips flew. A chunk of bark was blasted off the tree beside 096's right leg. The rapid movement combined with the numerous tree trunks made it difficult for Charles to aim, despite his exceptional vision.
I'll run, you shoot, Richard offered, taking over partial control of their body.
