Lately, I didn’t even have to look at him to know where he was his presence, both in my thoughts and in the world around me, became more prominent with every passing day. I could sense him-the steady rise and fall of his breath, the heartbeat thumping quietly beneath his jacket. I couldn’t see him without turning, but I knew he was there. Behind me, Garret moved like a shadow, making virtually no sound as he glided through the undergrowth. Insects droned in my ears, in the trees, everywhere around us-a constant, high-pitched buzz that faded into background noise unless you concentrated on it. My clothes-the olive drab shirt, cargo pants, even the socks in my combat boots -were damp with sweat, and tying my hair back did not prevent it from hanging in my eyes and sticking to my forehead. It felt as if I was walking, and breathing, through a wet, heavy blanket. Normally, heat didn’t bother me, but the humidity level beneath the canopy had been cranked up to like two hundred percent. Tramping through the jungle for hours on end was not my idea of a good time.
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