CHAPTER TWELVE
Emilia Sanders, or whatever her real name was, pulled the car into the parking lot of a convenience store and cut the engine.
“What are we doing here?” Zero asked.
“Switching cars. There’s a good chance the White House was able to get an angle on this one. They’ll be looking for us.” She left the keys in the ignition as she pushed open the door. “Come on.”
Zero scoffed lightly, but he got out without further question. Despite Sanders rescuing him from Hillis and the Division, he didn’t know enough about her motivations to know whether or not she could be trusted. Still he followed her as they strode across the lot toward the gas pumps. There was a black sedan parked there, clean, late-model, nondescript. And standing beside it pumping gas was an athletic woman in a red T
