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Misha raced on through the desert, but she could feel herself wearing down after days of physical and emotional stress. Her foot hit a rock and she made a pained gasp, collapsing on her knees.

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Misha continued along the uneven ground of the unfamiliar desert, weaving her way through patches of rocks and sparse foliage - mostly cacti and weird light-colored brush. This landscape was like nothing she had ever seen before, either in her years in the forest or the numb memories of her patched childhood, moving between relatives' houses in the wide and empty farmland of Kansas. She slowed a bit once she was sure the man and woman weren't yet pursuing. "What am I doing," she murmured so herself. The sun was hot, beating down. She could see a skull in the sand like some macabre prop from a western film. She had always planned on dying young, but it was more 'bleeding out' than 'drying up.'

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Misha slid off the road with the practiced ease of someone who lived by stumbling and racing and crawling through the wildness. The pavement faded off into grim rubble and a vast expanse of cracked red dirt. Misha's boots were worn and caked in dirt, and her bare skin stung where fragments of dust and rock shot up by her footsteps stirred, but she carried on with the mad dash. Now that she was out of their immediate reach, she was almost certain she could outrun both the man and woman . What do I do after that, though? she thought with a glance back at the facility.

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Misha lunges forward and slides down from the truck with a thud as her feet hit the hard cement of the road. She clenches her fists and moves to bolt past the woman, dodging around the pair. I don't even know where we are! she thought grimly as she bolted for the edge of the road.

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Misha draws in a sharp breath and prepares herself to dart for "freedom" beyond their attackers. (can't say much more sorryyyy)

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Misha turns to regard the boy, watching his movements carefully. She shoots a piercing glare at Ambrose. "Have some dignity, bud," she hissed through her teeth. It was bad enough that they were being thrown around like sandbags; she didn't want to deal with the Rabin acting like a complete ass. Then she turned back to the man and woman. "What the hell are you talkin' about? Our DNA?"

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Misha recoiled, blinking harshly against the sudden influx of light. She stared out at the silhouette of their attackers, clenching her own fists as she coiled her body into a tense and poised position. For the third time today - at least - her thoughts ran with glimpses of half-boiled plans for fight or flight; instead of either, however, she simply stood her ground, peering silently at the adults.

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Misha shoots him a glare but ignores his words, instead choosing to focus on the rough rumbling of the truck collapsing into slow, slow, and then a stop as the wheels trekked across the gravel. Oh, you meant it, she thought, nails digging into her palms. She poised herself to attack their captors, if needed - but really she just felt tired. She wanted to sleep, not brave another fight.

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"I haven't done a single fucking thing to you!" Ambrose shouts, scooting closer. He glares at her angrily. "You make all these assumptions about me without even pausing to think that maybe I'M BEING KIDNAPPED TOO!" He shouts and then without thinking, slugs her in the face. His hand vibrates slightly from hitting her. His eyes widen and he quickly scoots away. "Oh gods, I am so so sorry!"

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Misha recoils immediately. Her head snaps to the side, but she doesn't look back up after he redraws. Instead, she grits her teeth and keeps her eyes to the ground. Her breath comes out sharply, despite her weak attempts to steady herself. When she finally looks back up, her shoulders are tense and her eyes acid. "You're a good guy," she says quietly, her voice frigid.

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Ambrose feels his blood run down at the insult. Does she know...how could she...I hide it so well. No one except Sacha even knows. He glares coldly at her. "We're in a very cramped space, and you've got me really, REALLY pissed off. Unless you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm going to punch you." He warns. "I never did a single fucking thing to you, and yet you blame me for all the shit in your life." He growls.

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Her nose wrinkled as she glared at him. She craned her neck so she could look "down" at him - though she couldn't quite reach that kind of height from where she sat. She blew air out through her nose in rage. "We're being kidnapped, you dick! Can you get off your high horse for a micro-milli-half-a-partial-second and stop treatin' me like some nasty villain?"