Before moving back to where they diverged, Peter glanced from right to left with his head lowered slightly, a habit he had adapted through his inherited memories. Once the coast was really clear, he dashed with precise and swift steps, and soon after he arrived.
"Clear," Peter said as Paul arrived simultaneously.
"Clear," Paul replied, with sweat dripping from his forehead. He raised his hands and wiped the sweat off.
"Fu!" Paul exhaled as he stabilized his breath.
Peter raised his right eyebrow and said, "Well, you certainly are a technological and firearms nuthead." He smiled, then he continued, "Looks like I have found one of your weaknesses." Peter paused, as Paul had his face drained with the realization.
"Physical fitness," Peter chuckled, to which Paul, with a defeated expression, admitted defeat.
