She could hear them, the bastards, making their way up the side of the mountain to retrieve their precious research – her research, as the hot sun beat down on her tanned shoulders.
They’d be here soon, their voices weren’t too far off, but she wasn’t worried in the slightest. Let them come up here, let them struggle in this heat to make their way to the crag upon which she now sat, sticking out of the side of the precipice so far above the tree covered valley below.
An eagle cried as it circled in the shimmering air, just as their voices were getting louder and she heard boots scuffing sending loose gravel skittering about them as they trudged heavily towards her; time to leave.
She stood up, adjusted her pack, and dived off the edge and into an uncertain future.