"Oh, yes," Koumyou sighs, "we definitely should have gone into the woods on foot, with a tracker in your neck that she was clearly monitoring closely enough to still follow after my shielding. Away from all the cameras. Do you suppose she has anyone who can handle a sniper rifle? Take me out, and the prize is all hers."

Devero doesn't think like a predator. Koumyou does.

"Does 'every effort' include staying hidden in a house somewhere, where there is less chance of being attacked? Aren't you supposed to be able to walk around freely, as part of your society?"