At James’ house, Chelsea slowly recovered from the explosion and took a look around, her still blurry gaze passed the car zooming away, and finally rested on James who was right beside her.
“Hey, James?” her coarse voice called out to him and he slowly regained consciousness. Just as both of them were struggling to their feet, William’s car arrived at the house but instead of going in to support them, he raced after the leaving vehicle with another of the Strike 8 armored car while the last one pulled into the compound.
“All I have now is the garage” James smiled bitterly where he stood, he felt something sticky slide down his face and he felt his ears only to see blood on his fingers.
“Are you okay?” he suddenly turned to Chelsea who was beside him.
“I am, your parents” Chelsea’s face
