The night provided Dean with the best cover. He charged into the wilderness like a specter, quickly making his way toward the distant woods. His Endurance was only nine. At full burst, he could only maintain it for a few brief minutes.
As he approached the forest, Dean immediately slowed his pace. After adjusting his somewhat rapid breathing, he crept into the trees. Fighting around the Fourth Squad's position continued, but the sniper hidden in the darkness didn't bother with others trying to break through. His location was unknown; it seemed he was only providing cover for the three survivors charging toward the Fourth Squad.
Dean was calm and collected, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He was waiting for an opportunity—an opportunity for the enemy to reveal themselves by firing!
As for Lawrence and Harry, Dean could only pray they were lucky enough!
「A cold, rainy night.」
