Chapter 8
“Check the compass.”
I could almost feel the urgency in Sestra’s voice, and it didn’t comfort me one bit. I was way out of my depth and hadn’t realised quite how dangerous this mission might be. It was fine to shrug off potential danger by putting on a front of bravado, but when bullets began ringing around your ears and it became real – well – that was something quite different.
The rain continued to fall, harder than the drizzle but with far less force than it had done during the storm, and we could finally rest up for a while under the cover of a group of trees. I felt that we were too exposed sitting there, in the middle of an open field but Sestra pointed out that we could see from all angles if the Weatherman was approaching and escape in the other direction. I nodded to
