“I think you were wrong about the target.” I pulled my binoculars away from my face and turned to my partner. “He hasn’t been spotted since the initial sighting.”
He stared at me, and I rolled my eyes in return.
“Of course, I’m ready.”
I’d been training for this moment for years. He just couldn’t admit he might be wrong, even though we both desperately wanted him to be right.
But the hiking trail was quiet and the looming trees were starting to block out the remaining light. I stood from my makeshift seat on the abandoned car battery and reached for my partner. I swung the stuffed tiger by his lengthy limbs, ready to attach him to his spot on my backpack and abandon the mission for the night.
He insisted on staying longer though.
“Fine.” I plopped back onto the car battery, propped him next to me and unzipped my backpack. “I need a drink. Are there any juice boxes left?”
