Spencer sighed and stared at the floor, wondering if he'd end up dying down here, he rolled over and concentrated his hearing on the faint sounds of battle from above, they'd have to move soon. It was obvious to everyone that staying here wasn't an option, though no one dared bring it up in conversations or meetings. Soon the patrols would be on their door step, Kai, Ray, Michael and Lee and a few people from the city were doing there best to fend them off but they were now on a constant fighting retreat. Spencer and the other Demolition boys had offered to help, being that they had been trained with guns in the abbey and had actual combat experience, but their help was refused by Ray and Michael, who still didn't trust them. So now Spencer just lay on his bed, doing nothing of any importance, Tala and Bryan had gone to visit Ian who was in the infirmary recovering. He had minor frost bite and a few cuts and bruises but he was fine none the less, which was a huge disappointment to Bryan, who was hoping Ian had lost a limb or something horrible like that. There was a sudden rap at the door and in walked Max before Spencer had a chance to say "come in".
"Chief wants to talk to us about something important, so we gotta go down to the communal room" he said quickly, disappearing out room again.
Spencer sat up and stared out into the dimly lit hall way, frowning slightly; he got up and made his way down to the communal room.
"You're kidding me right?" Kevin asked, though he knew the answer.
"No" chief said in a calm voice.
He looked stunned, as did many other people, including Spencer, it made perfect sense though, and they definitely couldn't stay here.
"Look we'll all be a lot safer at Robert's!" chief cried
"But chief that's likeā¦" Tyson paused and began to count the miles on his fingers. "A long way away!"
"How do you plan to transport 18 people, 2 of which are injured all the way to Germany without being noticed by soldiers or patrol units?" Kai said, wrapping a dirty rag around a wound that he received from a member of a patrol unit earlier.
"The train" chief said simply.
There was a stunned silence.
"Look it'll be the easiest way to get there and we HAVE to get there!"
"Why?" Tyson asked, Looking confused.
"Because he lives in a castle!" chief said, a flash of real anger in his voice. "That means it's fortified and it's on a hill!"
"Sounds good to me" Bryan said lazily.
There were murmurs of agreement.
"So that settles it!" chief said happily. "We're going to Roberts!"
The next morning they collected all the things they'd needed together and wrapped up warm, and as silently as possible they made there way out the back entrance of the BBA. It was so eerie, snow fell thick and fast, it covered the shells of the buildings making them look even more haunting, it also covered the debris on the ground, every now and then someone would catch their foot on a snow covered lump and out would roll a grotesque frozen body.
"The station isn't far" chief said the people directly behind him.
Moving 18 people and numerous bits of equipment across a relatively open space, without detection was not an easy task, especially when two members of the group where slowed with the task of carrying the injured. They turned a corner and came out into a wider street; instinctively they clung to the sides of the street, ready to dive into the decimated buildings at the first sign of a forthcoming patrol. For now though there was no sign of any other human beings, in fact there were no animals either. There was an uncomfortable, tense silence; the only sound was the crunch of feet on fresh snow. The glare of the brilliant white snow stung their eyes somewhat; Mariah in particular was having great difficulty in seeing where she was going. She complained constantly about her blurry vision, in her usual annoying tones. She didn't notice that the group had stopped and walked straight into Spencer's back, she fell over backwards and began to complain in even louder tones, until Tala hissed at her to shut up.
"There it is" said chief in a hushed voice.
There was a patrol unit guarding all the conceivable entrances.
"Well" Tyson said stepping up beside chief. "I'd say this calls for a little distraction!"
"What?"
Tyson said nothing; he only grinned and pulled out Dragoon. Before anyone could tell him how stupid a move it was, he'd already launched and Dragoon was whipping up a tornado. Causing clouds of snow and debris to be thrown up into the air.
"RUN!" chief shouted, fleeing to the general direction of the station.
There was a great panic to get to the train before the snow and dust settled again. Within a few minutes they'd made it on to the back of a freight train. Spencer sat down near the back with his fellow Demolition boys.
"Where's Tyson?!" chief cried, he stood up and looked round the large freight carriage, half of which was occupied by what appeared to be boxes, covered partially by grotty looking blankets.
Suddenly the train jerked and began to move, causing chief to topple over the land on Ray. Numbness descended on the group, and for those who cared their hearts were in their throats. That was until a faint noise could be heard, max slid the door slightly ajar and peered out.
"It's Tyson!"
"Come on! Hurry up!" Ray shouted, the train wasn't at full speed yet.
"I'm coming?!" Tyson shouted indignantly, running as fast as he could to try and catch up with the train, which for a train was ambling at a slow and steady pace.
Ray stretched out as far as he could, max holding him steady, Tyson gasping for his hand. There was a whizzing sound as bullets cracked over Tyson's head.
"SHIT!!" he yelled, becoming more panic stricken.
Finally a few a few minutes of frantic grabbing, ray finally caught hold of Tyson and heaved him aboard.
Author note: there we go a relatively quick chapter :D
