Seventeen
A female warden, body encased in fitted armour, helped Justice to her feet and pulled her aside. Two others chained Jackson’s hands and feet before hoisting him up and taking him outside. The warden with Justice kept a firm grip on her arm and pulled her toward the doorway.
‘Can I get our things?’ Justice pointed to the backpacks.
The warden gestured for one of the others to grab the bags, then tugged on Justice’s arm again. Justice murmured a thank you as she allowed herself to be led along behind the men carrying Jackson. Up ahead she could see Captain Wilson talking with the man with the deep voice who’d told her not to shoot Justice, the same man who had tried to stop Jackson taking her underground the night before.
They stepped out onto the street and were immediately su
