“We hit,” Jena said. “Time to run.”
“Hey, look at this!”
Anna emerged from behind the van with a box that she carried in both hands, a big grin on her face. “So much for the food shortage!” she said, reaching inside to pull out a few meal bars. “They"ve got a dozen boxes in there!”
“Half goes to the safe house,” Jena barked as she marched into the road. “Distribute the rest to anyone who needs them.”
One of the men was lying face-down on his stomach, groaning in pain. Stun-rounds didn"t necessarily knock you unconscious, but they did leave you more or less immobile for the better part of an hour.
Jena nudged him with her foot, rolling him onto his back.
He stared up at her through the visor of his helmet, blinking as if the light hurt his eyes. “Who…” The man tried to sit up, then co
