Taking shelter behind a tree several yards in the woods, John tried to regain his breath, drawing air through his nose to reduce the amount of noise he was making.

He could hardly believe he had made it this far. His eyes blurred as they watered, the tears added to the sweat flowing down his face. It was as if he was doing something he had never done in his life, but how could that be? He was a cop; he had to have run in a dangerous situation at least once in his career.

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Pushing doubt aside, he considered the situation.

Now that he was in the woods, he had more options available to him; it was just a matter of picking the most effective way to harass the aliens until they were driven from the planet.

He moved silently, deeper into the woods, as he considered the possibilities.