The impact threw him against the canopy with crushing force, and when the world stopped spinning, he was bleeding in enemy territory. Below, voices carried on the wind—thousands of fighters circling, a $60,000 bounty on his head. He had seconds: run downhill toward capture, or scramble upward into the unknown. He chose the mountain, clawing 1.3 miles up jagged rock with shattered ribs and a handgun, forcing his body into a crevice as search parties… Continue reading…
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