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“Let’s go,” Cat nodded and launched forward. She stepped on a tree top, as if it was flat and jumped on branches like they were just there to accommodate her - and her alone.
Seeing how gracefully she moved, how quietly she landed, and the lack of leaves separating and falling from the trees, it was hard to imagine this had once been someone born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

It hadn’t come easy though. Running on trees was a hard-earned discipline to master, indeed. Years of stumbling and falling had gone by, and marked each failure with a cut or a bruise. Now, this fairly low-risk transportation served as a big factor in her survival. One should never underestimate the usefulness in being able to choose one’s battles.

A quick look behind, told her that here actually _was _a person, able to keep up when moving above ground. Not a bad-

Cat stopped. Both her body and mind.

With an expression of much concern, she had landed on a tree and looked down. Her figure now tightened so much that the muscles started to hurt.

Down there. 3 men stood. Their armor thick, yet movement far from slow. Their vision like scanners; finding irregularities. In their arms: automatic rifles were at the ready.

Yeah, Cat had encountered them before.

_GE-agents…_

“Oh shit,” Cat mumbled with a certain amount of stress. “They found them. GE found the frickin’ bodies…” She then turned to Blake. “I was kinda hoping you would eat them. The bodies, I mean. Remove all traces of their existence and stuff. Guess that is too late now.”