“We’re going to take an alternate route, different from the one we came,” he murmured, putting his phone back on the table. Amelia froze with her sandwich halfway to her mouth.
“What happened? Are they…”
“There’s a police checkpoint at a point on the road we came from, but you never know what kind of trick the traditionalists might use. We can’t assume there are only humans checking the cars,” Daniel interrupted her. Amelia could hardly believe how calm he still seemed about it all.
“They wouldn’t ally with humans, not even at a checkpoint,” after all, the traditionalists thought they were far superior to them. Aligning with humans would be an insult to them.
“Do you really think they don’t have access to human police records?” Daniel slid the now-empty soda cup between his hands.
