Austin ran as quickly as he could through the green grass. It had just rained so the ground was squishy beneath his feet. He wasn’t sure how he got himself into this pickle. The job was supposed to be easy, in and out, but there was a complication and now he was running for his life. The cold wind battered his face, but he pushed through. No matter what, he had to make it to the edge of the cliff. The tracking dogs barked loudly behind him as they closed in, but the threat brought on a burst of speed and the cliff’s edge, thankfully, came into view.