The son of a bitch just nods numbly, so I slap his cheek without strength. Just to bring him back. "Listen to me. When you're in the woods, you run. No hero shit, no looking for your brother, no avenging him. You run for your fucking life. Clear?"
With a stern nod, he turns around and starts gathering people. Wasting no more time, I take Nyx's hand and drag her with me in the opposite direction, pushing through the crowd. The moment people see me, they let me through.
"What the fuck are we meant to do?" someone calls out.
"Don't worry," I throw back.
I stop by the window of the dilapidated warehouse. If NSC are at the south and north entrances, they shouldn't be watching this side. If they are, Ethan will let me know. I pull out my gun and use it to break whatever is left of the window that used to be here. I can already hear Ethan working at the board that's stopping us from exiting.
There's a loud crack, the sound of wood splitting, and I finally see a familiar face.
