The bus came to a screeching stop, sending me face first to the aisle floor. There were some abrupt, short orders shouted in the front, followed by the vibrations of stomping feet that reverberated through the ground.
I got up slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements.
My stomach fluttered with unease. Even without seeing why we stopped, I knew something was wrong.
To the front of the bus stood the army, distinguishable from the Elite"s.
All stood—or crouched—at attention, all with guns drawn, some facing me with suspicion, others facing the darkness outside.
Behind, static crackled, and something incoherent was said. The general/lieutenant"s responded “Negative. I"ll keep watch. Take Wallace, Connor and Midget to check the back. The Scientists" lapdogs can divide themselves wh
