Two men kept their guns trained on N8 and Cydney as they crawled out of the back of the car. The other two went to join their comrades, who were rousing the rest from their rooms. One man snickered as Cydney struggled to redress. When she leaned back inside to retrieve something, one of them remarked, “Leave it, whatever it is. You’re not gonna need it anyway where you’re going.”
“I’m reaching for my bra and panties,” she scathingly shot back.
The man deliberately aimed his pistol at her. “I said forget it.”
She cast N8 a sorrowful look and pulled her t-shirt over her bare breasts. After she zipped up her jeans and slipped her feet into her sandals, one of the men moved around to where he was behind them. “Now move.”
It was a no-brainer these guys were from the facility. They were dres
