The woman glances at Benjamin and sighs as he pulls the trigger. She then turns, seeing movement out of the corner of her eye. She curses. "Fuck! Ben! The other one's disappearing!" She glances at her colleague before tearing after Misha. The girl couldn't go on forever. At least the woman had been born here and knew the desert. She knew the girl wouldn't make it back home. But...she also knew the girl would die in about three days if she didn't get her first.

Ambrose winces, feeling the sting of the dart. He falls to the ground. He groans. "Seriously man, we're going to..." His head falls to the ground and he watches as Misha disappears from sight. He exhales and his eyes slowly close as he falls unconscious again.