We both freeze.
The man coughs hard, blood staining his lips.
“They take doctor there next.”
My pulse spikes instantly.
“What?”
The man grimaces weakly.
“Commander… wants American doctor moved.” Another painful breath. “Bigger camp north of river.”
Ice floods my bloodstream.
Another transfer.
Another disappearance.
Hannah crouches beside him immediately despite my glare.
“When?” she asks.
“Tonight.”
No.
Absolutely not.
The militia man grips Hannah’s sleeve weakly.
“You helped my brother,” he whispers. “Children too.”
His eyes shift toward me again.
“Get her out.”
Then his hand slips loose.
Gone.
Silence hangs for half a second around us despite the chaos.
Then reality crashes back hard.
“Hannah!” Miles shouts from the loading entrance. “We gotta move!”
Smoke thickens rapidly near the ceiling now.
The warehouse won’t stay standing much longer.
I grab Hannah’s hand this time instead of her wrist.
Tighter.
More desperate.
Her eyes snap to mine immediately.
