"This punk's a real pain in the ass!"

Connor glanced over his shoulder and noticed Axel was still hot on their trail.

The squad he had sent to intercept Axel was completely outmaneuvered, and they couldn't get anywhere near him.

To Connor's dismay, Axel kept shooting off signal flares as he pursued them. Each flare gave away their position. At this rate, it didn't matter which direction they ran—they were bound to be intercepted.

"Connor! Dave! Make a move and swat that damn fly," Warrick or