by Marina Epley
We have to get out of here. The remaining officers have heard the gunfire and are now in pursuit. Jessie is breaking trail ahead of me. I’m following, leading Carrel by his collar. He holds his injured hand, blood spilling onto his pants. Once he attempts to call for help and I punch him in the face, breaking his nose.
“Keep quiet,” I command. “One more sound and you’re dead.”
I actually want Carrel to scream and give me a reason to kill him. I picture myself beating him to death. Carrel most likely realizes very well what will happen should he resist, because he becomes silent and walks ahead. I should keep him alive. Hopefully he knows the location of the Death Camp and can lead me to Wheeler.
Somebody is approaching. We stop, ready to fire our weapons.
“Don’t shoot, it’s us.”
I see Victor and Frank supporting a nearly unconscious Jack.
“What the hell?” Jessie asks. “You were supposed to wait for us back at the aircraft.”
“The aircraft has already left,” Victor reports calmly. “We can’t get out of here.”
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