A desolate landscape lies in front of you. A raging fire swamps through the village in a mad whirl of red and flickering blue.
A bushfire.
No wonder they let you go. They didn't want to be arrested themselves for deserting prisoners.
"Scram!"Racing through the coastline, you each grab your passports and disappear into the jet plane nearby.

Sophie screams as the plane jumps forward and whirls around.
To be Continued.