Cole I've lived this scenario a hundred times over in the last couple of years. Leaving a place in the middle of the night with sirens and helicopters chasing me down. It seemed to happen whenever I was getting comfortable in a single area. I guess that's why I was constantly moving. It was like a never-ending nightmare all because the General felt it was worth the hunt. “Where are we going?” Harley asked as we pulled up at a petrol station. I shook my head at her, my eyes never leaving the small group of men hovering beside a black SUV. They laughed about something before they got into their vehicle and drove off, not sparing us a glance. I let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding. There was no denying that I was on edge, suspicious of everyone. Harley muttered somet

