CHAPTER TEN
BREAKING AND ENTERING
We drove back to the camp in silence after that, in the dark of night, me and Max in front, dressed in the stolen military garb, Steve and Kit in back, along with a bag full of as many tools as we could scrounge up from the convenience store. All the while, my heart was pounding like a bass drum, nervous sweat soaking through my uniform.
“What if this doesn’t work?” I asked, nearly in a whisper. “What if we get caught, or worse?”
He patted my hand and then took it in his own, heart thumping in double-time when flesh met flesh. “It’ll work,” he whispered back. “And like we said, it’s in our own best interests to find out what they know. If there are more flares coming, we need to prepare. If there are military following us, we need to know, so we can ke
