Chapter Twelve
The building in front of us has seen better days, even without the rain.
"Where are we?" I ask Oscar, hoping he hasn't lured me here in order to kill me, or something like that.
He's human, he can't do that. And not just because it's illegal. Even drenched to the bone and colder than I want to be, I have the edge when it comes to speed and strength. If he wants to take me on, then he'll have a fight on his hands.
"This is the centre of the resistance," he says, gesturing towards the front door.
I grimace and nod in what I hope appears like an enthusiastic manner. I'm not feeling it, though. Nothing about this building fills me with confidence about the kind of operation the resistance is running. Perhaps Catherine is right and the only thing they're going to be able to
