Another boom rolled in the distance.
Farther this time. Then another followed, even further than the last.
The two APCs did not slow down. Inside the lead APC, Cell 7 remained silent.
Lucie held the sealed rolls against her chest. Vivian worked on the wounded agent without wasting words. Jannik sat near the ramp, still staring at the metal walls as if the vehicle itself was an insult to everything they had endured.
Genevieve lifted her head.
Outside, the thunder kept walking away and the dead followed it like mindless sheep.
Golden Eagle was not merely saving Cell 7. He was dragging these infected someplace else.
She turned to Johannes.
"Are you sure this will work?"
"What will work?" Johannes looked at her, filled with confusion.
"Golden Eagle, dragging those infected with artillery."
"It should work."
"That doesn't sound reassuring."
"What do you want me to say then?" Johannes was confused.
"I'm asking—what about the civilians?" Genevieve asked.
