“About two thousand miles southeast of our position,” Vayne responded.
About two thousand miles southeast of our position“Let"s get out of here,” I said.
“Are you sure?” Kedge asked.
I swung the AR-15 over my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Those ships may be looking for us. If my parents are still alive, I won"t do them any good leading a fleet of ships to their doorstep.” I walked over to the closest police vehicle and rummaged through the trunk. I found a clip full of ammo for the AR-15, a bulletproof vest, two tactical knives, a portable defibrillator and road flares. I grabbed the clip and one of the knives. I shoved the clip in my pocket and stuck the knife in my belt. “Now I"m ready.”
We doubled back past the scorched trailer park. As we moved past the Rodeway Inn with it
