Chase on the Docks

    There he is. Wendall. I know he sees me. Maybe he doesn't know I see him, yet Ansther thought. He continued operating his crane as if it were a normal day. But then Wendall sprinted forward. He knows!

    Ansther smashed the side window and dove out just as Wendall smashed his front window, clearly intending to tag Ansther right there. And if he were tagged, he'd be stuck in that energy field until Westingham saw to him. Ugh.

    Anther leaped across the shipyard, dodging behind containers as best he could. Several times he felt the tug of the field right at his feet as Wendall shot tags at him, but none had captured him yet.

    The chase would continue as long as Wendall liked. He had more stamina than Ansther, but Ansther was slightly more agile -- though his agility was dwindling from sitting in the dockyard crane for so long. There was one way to escape the chase, one that Ansther had been preparing for a while now.

    At the next container he dodged right, away from the dock, and from any opportunity to escape the docks, toward the ocean. He found himself at the gunwale, and without hesitation, dove into the water. The energy field would be so weak here Wendall wouldn't bother trying to capture him. And there he was, peering over the edge, resting on one elbow with a smug casualness. Clearly intent on waiting until Ansther ran out of air.

    Ansther dove further down, and under the ship. Had he still been looking up at Wendall, he'd have seen him roll his eyes at prolonging the inevitable -- or at least the gesture of doing so behind his blank mask. What Wendall wouldn't see from the deck was the hidden compartment Ansther had constructed under the ship and had been stocking for over a year now.

    He'd be able to survive for a long time. Please presume me dead he'd spend most of his time thinking, though.