I crouch in the tree line on the near side of the Ukraine border and watch a jeep rumble past. This section used to be unguarded, the fence easy to climb. But someone has increased security. If we are to pass here, we must be very cautious.

Hungary lies on the other side. Perhaps I'd be smarter to use the Slovenian crossing. But we are here, now, and I must make a choice.

"Can we do it?" Sage's whisper carries to my ear, barely a ...