“We are leaving,” I say.
No argument this time.
No resistance.
Maybe because she hears it in my voice now.
The fear.
The desperation.
Everything I haven’t said out loud yet.
Another explosion shakes the building violently.
The lights finally die completely.
Darkness swallows the warehouse.
And somewhere outside—
Heavy vehicles start approaching the river.
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Darkness swallows the warehouse.
Children start crying instantly.
Somewhere nearby, glass shatters as another explosion rocks the river district hard enough to shake the floor beneath us.
“Night vision on,” Russ orders over comms.
Green light flickers across Clay’s face a second later as his goggles activate.
The effect should make him look less dangerous.
It absolutely does not.
If anything, the hard lines of his face look sharper now.
More lethal.
His hand tightens around mine.
“We’re moving.”
Heavy engines rumble outside.
Closer now.
Too close.
I can hear armored vehicles approaching through the gunfire.
“The north bridge convoy?” I ask quietly.
