Myron Gray carried Meesha Kyle and walked to the car then put her on the back seat gently. He patted her back and offered her water. She drank water and leaned back on the seat closing her eyes. He returned to the driver's seat and tried to start the car but it was meaningless. He tried to call Assistant Mike for help but the network was null there.
Myron Gray hit his palm on the steering wheel in panic.
Meesha Kyle opened her eyes and looked at Myon Gray who was smoking a cigarette.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go." She said in a wave of slight anger.
Myron Gray finished the cigarette and threw it out of the window. He switched and the seat leaned back. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"We are helpless. We have to wait for morning." He said in his hoarse voice.
"What?"
