Damien and Jay marched Sophia through the hospital.
Jay took a sharp left, breaking formation. He’d found an exit. He pulled Sophia by the arm, out under a canopy. Damien kept on her other shoulder, and together they marched her under a grammatically incorrect sign, HERO’S HWY, barely visible in the moonlight.
‘I’ll find us wheels,’ Jay said, taking longer strides.
Almost there.
Before Jay could take another step, a pair of tan-colored Land Cruisers pulled up in front of him.
He was out in the open.
Sophia did the only thing she could do. Dressed in her hospital gown, she crouched in the canopy’s shadows. Damien did the same, keeping low beside her. As long as no one walked into the canopy, they’d go unnoticed.
Acting naturally, Jay nodded to the marines as they climbed out of the 4x4s. But instead of returning the nod, they aimed their weapons.