42
Xander’s Surprise
In the dark of that same night, Xander was awake. He had slept fitfully, knowing the next day could make them or break them. They had no time to hide around the city. They had to act.
He was hungry, famished, really, and knew his REMs would be, too, but the siege was more important than having a meal. There was no way to get food at this point. They would have to wait until they had accomplished their goal. If we all die, food won’t matter much anyway…
He roused the rest of the team, still slumbering among the foliage. The bushes barely protected them from the nightly rain, now beginning to slow to a drizzle.
“Up, up . . . up! Get up! Time to move!” Xander’s voice was thick with urgency, but quiet. He went around rousing his team, shaking each one before moving on
