After Logan immobilized my arm with a make-shift sling, we peeled away from the motel in a hurry. My vision was still a little blurry and I was still partially deaf from the sensory explosion. Logan was talking on his cell phone, in a much better functioning state than I.
Morning was starting to break and the sky, yet again, had that beautiful orange and pink tinge mixed to the grey and blue. I could hear snatches of Logan"s conversation, but the pieces I grasped made little sense to me, except for the fact that he was talking about the attack.
“…two of them no… I don"t know… to check and… Douglas… this kind of activity… focused on us both… Yeah.” He took a glance at me, then said hurriedly “see you later” and hung up.
“Who was that?” I asked, bending down to put on my boots. The worst
