The enormity of the situation bore down on James like a vise. In the safehouse, silence all around, save for the low drone of the laptop screen, still displaying his “wanted” picture.
Sarah was the first to break the silence. And they made you out to be the villain.
James ran a hand through his hair as his mind raced. “They didn’t merely vilify me, Sarah. They made us a target.”
Malik leaned forward. "We need to move. Now."
James looked up. "Where?"
Lina, still clutching the wheel of the van, sighed. "Anywhere but here."
With a snap, James closed the laptop, and he stood. "Then let’s disappear."
But deep down, he knew they could run, but not forever.
The City's Response
By the time they hit the road again, the whole city had become a surveillance grid.
Every checkpoint, every off
