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She tried to scream it, but it echoed in her brain over and over. Tears, warm and wet, spilled down her cheeks. The man looked out toward them, listening to them move, as he backed toward the wall. ” Dane pulled hard and she had no time to think. There were no more lights to show the way, only the gaping end of the tunnel calling them out. A scream echoed in the tunnel. Silence followed it. Footsteps, sure and swift, were growing louder behind them. They passed a car that had hit the tunnel wall.
His longer legs took longer strides and she had to nearly run to keep up. Looking back was a bad idea. The soldier was still there, but not moving. Why wouldn’t he follow them? Were they not a threat as Dane had said? Or, would they find someone waiting for them at the other end of the tunnel? Or maybe some thing? Her heart pounded out a painful rhythm. The headache she’d had most of the evening came back to protest her lack of attention. The cold penetrated the jacket, her clothes, her skin, her heart.
The soldiers pulled their weapons, but more gunfire from a different direction distracted them, taking the three oncoming soldiers down. Grace looked out into the growing fog, but saw no one. Dane kept firing into the tunnel, but the AIM soldier was less than ten feet away. One well placed shot took off the soldier’s headset and that stopped him. Another shot to the center of his forehead took him down. “Let’s go, Grace,” Dane said, as he grabbed her hand again and never looked back. ” Grace could still hear the gunfire.