Thirty-Seven
Jackson headed into the tunnels, aiming for the doorway on the other side of the carpark. He sucked in air when he reached his destination and consulted his watch. Two minutes before the half-breeds were to create a diversion. He peered inside the garage.
The torture of the captive humans had been stopped, the freaks shuffling their feet as Locke argued with their boss. Justice sat in a heap on the ground.
‘Marcus, why won’t you listen to me? The wardens are coming. You have to leave. They are going to tear you apart. Me too if they find out I had anything to do with the attack.’ Locke visibly shook herself.
Marcus gave a deep sigh. ‘We will be long gone before your precious captain gets anywhere near this place, I promise, and no warden will discover your betrayal. Now, i
