Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

The boss moved with lightning speed, darting behind a thick oak and using the trunk as cover. In one smooth motion, he leapt to the next tree, barely making a sound.

Gunfire chased him-rounds cracking through the air as the shooters tried to keep up, but he stayed just out of reach.

A few tense moments later, the woods fell eerily silent again. The hunters had lost him again.

But Tarquin and Elliot, crouched low behind a mossy log, could see the boss just a few yards away, hidden behind another sturdy tree.

The boss bent down, scooping up a handful of rocks from the forest floor. With a quick flick of his wrist, he hurled them-vanishing behind the brush at the same instant.

Those rocks flew like bullets, smacking into several of the hunters with brutal force.

One rock went clean through a hunter's arm, another buried itself deep into someone's thigh bone. The screams that followed tore through the quiet-pure agony.

Watching the action play out on the computer monitor, it was obvious-the boss wasn't just running. He was toying with them, buying time for Tarquin and Elliot.

The screen showed everyone's location, constantly updating. In the corner, a counter ticked down: 56 people left. The boss was one of them.

Elliot hovered his mouse over a hunter's rifle, and a pop-up displayed the make, model, and country of origin.

a small window appeared with a crisp color photo

stared, speechless. He'd seen plenty in his life, but watching Elliot work the controls, he couldn't help

eyes glued

were more heat signatures in the area-three separate spots,

the last one. "That's Quincy and

an artist—he loves

Walter. He was the chief engineer at

that made headlines all over the

Evan? Besides his hand-to-hand skills, he's a whiz

even dreams up wild

through Tarquin's mind. He frowned, his brow furrowing.

"Yeah. That's

just stared

at the

gray-haired man's photo. He'd-

known there

in these woods,