That’s clever, I suppose. We will be harder to track, fewer signal towers. Phoebe is still out, and I can see she has more injuries than me. I hope she is okay, but I can't check on her now. The vehicle starts to slow as the ride becomes more bumpy before we stop.
“Finally, let’s get these two out. I need to get this bullet out of my leg,” the first guy that spoke says. I feel the vehicle move, so they must be getting out. I keep my eyes closed, even when I feel someone grab my legs and pull on them. Someone picks me up, and carries me inside.
“This one is pretty hot. If the boss doesn't want her, I will take her off his hands,” the one that is carrying me says. My stomach starts to turn in disgust, but now is not the time to panic. “You wish, she is way out of your league, you ugly bast
