Hour 31
26 Contestants Remaining
There were a lot of things in the world that weren't supposed to be. Pigs aren't supposed to fly, British comedy isn't supposed to be real funny, and Dora Janovec isn't supposed to be dead. It's not that Matt Hunter, a.k.a. Boy # 15 doubted the morning announcement, it's just that he didn't want to believe it was true.
The two of them were friends for the better portion of high school, making an odd pairing at that. She was one of the most beautiful and kind people in the school, and a cheerleader to boot, while Matt was just the average, lowly skater-dude with more scars than brain cells as far as the rest of the world was concerned.
So, to either get rid of his fears or just confirm the horrible truth, he trudged through the forest in search of the infirmary. He knew enough of where it was, since either Brynn or Ayane had shot at him earlier the day before.
At least he wouldn't have that to worry about that anymore...
Oddly enough, considering the fact that his memory was short term at best, Matt could recall the moment they met. Funny way that works, someone disappears form your life and you tend to remember everything about them... Anyhow, it was early sophomore year. Matt had snuck out for lunch with Jackson, and while Jackson opted to stay in his van and get ripped, Matt chose to head back into campus. He'd wanted to make a quick trip to the lunch room, grab a Hot Pocket or two and hightail it to class when things were started.
Dora was sitting at her table with the rest of The Brat Pack, spoiled and self-impressed bitches that they were and laughing at whatever inane thing had caught their attention. Getting up to put away her tray, Dora walked by Fred, the school maintenance man, as he worked on one of the overhead lights. Well, one thing led to another, and the rectangular lighting fixture began to fall to Earth. Seeing Dora in the way, Matt quickly jumped in, using his head (quite literally) to stop the fall.
Ten hours later he woke up in the hospital with a pretty bad concussion and one of his soon to be trademark head injuries, and lo and behold who was waiting alongside his family to see if he was ok? None other than one Dora Janovec. Cute as a button, sweet as can be, and bearing flowers and many thanks for what Matt had done.
So, since then they had become friends, obvious differences aside. Matt would go to her school choir concerts and bring her bottled water after cheerleading practice (he'd learned to dodge the hostile glares of Brynn, Ayane and Cheryl a looong time ago), while she would join him in the occasional movie and let him teach her to skateboard. After the first couple times she'd scraped up her knees pretty decently, they were as good as a couple, even in the non-couplish sort of way.
Matt sighed. They could have been a couple, it wouldn't take that much work. They had even gone to prom together as a bit of a lark, and maybe a bit of Dora messing with the Brat Pack. Matt would have preferred to go with Lexie whom he had fallen for in the Surf and Skate Club that they were both a part of, but there was definitely worse company than Dora.
He'd gotten all shaved and snazzed up, to a point where even he could admit that he looked good with enough work. Going to pick up Dora, Matt didn't expect her to be, well, a knockout. He had been used to her usually in t-shirts or sweaters, but as Dora stepped from her front door Matt's breath was taken away. She was wearing a white dress with almost no back save a few straps and a slit that ran up her right leg. The heels she wore brought her closer to Matt's height, and with her hair up and strategically placed glitter, she looked almost like an angel. She was definitely attractive, but... Matt couldn't have feelings for her beyond a friend. His heart really did belong to Lexie Hawk, even if she didn't know it.
That didn't stop them from having a great time of course (excepting that moment the cops carried that creep out screaming and raving, that was just creepy.) Dora and Matt spent a good several hours burning up the dance floor, getting a bit flirtatious at times perhaps, though Matt couldn't take his eyes off of Lexie whenever she came in view. They even exchanged a smile from time to time, but only in passing.
There was a moment between song changes when Matt was quickly able to excuse himself, telling Dora that he promised another friend a dance. Accepting and sweet as she was, she told him to hurry on and get to it, whereupon she joined her friends. So, Matt walked across the crowded dance floor just as the DJ started "I Melt With You", pushing his way through the crowd to find Lexie. After a minutes worth of searching, the fire alarm went off, and, well, all hell broke loose. The crowd was surging, water pouring, people getting trampled and electrocuted left and right (well, only a few got shocked, but it was still pretty fucked up). Looking to the ground as he was in the hallway, Matt could see Dora getting pulled underneath the ground and trampled on. He grabbed his friend by the hand, pulling her to her feet and then leading her out the door.
Firefighters and paramedics were soon to come, carting out the injured. Besides being wet and shaken up, Matt and Dora were fine, wrapped in a warm blanket and trying to make light of the situation. Dora smiled, thanking Matt for saving her life again. Shrugging it off as he tended to do, Matt replied that it was no problem.
And then she kissed him.
She had actually kissed him. Matt didn't know how to respond, dense as he was and lousy enough not to pick up whatever signals had been developing, he just babbled off some excuse and made a run for it. Chicken shit move, she deserved better than that.
It was another week before they'd talked again. She had been humiliated, while Matt was embarrassed beyond all explanation. They'd avoided each other every chance they got, and, well, things remained awkward.
It took Matt too long as it seemed, even if it was only seven days, to get around to trying to talk to Dora again. He could have called her, e-mailed her, or shown up on her front door with a dozen roses and massive apologies to be had. Instead, he just showed up on her front door after a long day at the skate park, knocking and hoping for an answer. He just wanted to see her, to apologize, her to slap him in the face, anything. Anything was better than the silence, than what he had done to her.
Mrs. Janovec, a kind woman in her early forties whom Dora had obviously gained her beauty and charity from, let Matt in. She waved him upstairs, mentioning offhand that Dora was doing homework. Knowing the layout of the house well enough from their study sessions together (though Dora may have been a cheerleader, she was pretty damned smart), Matt made his way to meet Dora.
As always, he was struck by the music pouring from her room. If there was anything Dora valued besides her friends and family, it was her music. She wasn't exactly into the big pop stars of her time, though she did rather enjoy American Idol and aspired to try out for the show one day. She had the voice of an angel, and a hell of a set of pipes to back it up if she ever wanted to.
He walked to the doorway of her room, watching as she combed her hair and sang along with her music.
"Strumming my pain with his fingers," she mused along with Roberta Flack as she combed her hair, "Singing my life with his words... Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly, with his song..."
Her desk was an interesting clutter of makeup and trinkets. Pictures of her and her fellow Brat Packers lined the mirror, while Matt had his own special corner. A framed picture held an old high school photo of her big brother. Adam had always been a great guy, strong, friendly, and as loyal as they came. A drunk driver knocked him down on the sidewalk, ending his life rather quickly and almost destroying the Janovec family. Dora had remained strong through it all though, even if it was hard. Everyone really loved Adam.
Rocks carved to look like animals, a stack of CD's near an out of date player and her purse littered the surface of the desk, and Matt could only marvel. She had an orderly sort of mess to her, one of the things that made her that much more adorable and lovable as a friend.
She looked casually in the mirror to see Matt standing in the doorway and promptly screamed, falling to the floor out of her chair as Matt rushed over.
"Jesus Christ Matt!" Dora cursed, thoroughly frightened as Matt walked over to help her up.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, rubbing her elbow.
Sighing, Matt sat down on the edge of her bed as he spoke, "Apologizing."
"Yeah?" Dora asked hesitantly.
"I screwed up," Matt admitted, letting his eyes drift to the floor guiltily, "you kissed me and I acted like an asshole because of it afterward, and, well, I shouldn't have."
"No no no," Dora quickly added, "it's my fault. I was presumptuous, I thought there was something there."
"Well," Matt replied, "that's not true, we are friends and always will be if I can help it."
"Only friends?" Dora asked with a little hope.
Looking to the floor, Matt knew what he had to say. He didn't want to, but he had to.
"Yeah."
He paused, exhaling and letting it out, "I kinda got a thing for another girl."
At the time, Dora felt as if a good chunk of her had fallen away, but she was strong enough to not let it show. She was Matt's friend before anything else, she may have had feelings for him, but he was a friend first and foremost.
"Does she know?" Dora asked, successfully keeping the tears out of her eyes.
"No," Matt admitted, "I haven't had the chance to tell her."
"Well," Dora said with a bit of pride, "you tell her. You go out and tell her how you feel, and tell me how it went. However, if she says no, and she'd be a fool if she did given who you are, just know that I'll always be here and waiting."
Taking her hand in his, Matt simply said, "It's a date."
He found the infirmary as the rain began to fall a bit steadily. He pulled the edge of his baseball cap around so that it would cover his eyes, but it didn't offer as much protection as it probably should have. It didn't matter though, he could see it all well enough.
In front of the door there was a defined shape on the ground, her dark skin and long black hair definitely making it Brynn. Around the back of her head was a hole the size of a softball, lined with red pulp, something Matt didn't want to think too much about. Further along the wall he could see three more shapes, two smaller than the other one. He guessed one was Tammy, probably the two smaller parts, while the identity of the other corpse was anyone's guess. There were so many people who died here in such a short period of time, it was insane.
He pulled out a bandanna and used it to cover his mouth and nose, trying to stifle the gag reflex that was sure to come. He couldn't be used to death yet, that'd just be wrong. More wrong than the game itself? Who knew.
Using his free hand, he pulled out the Walther PPK that Eliza had given him earlier, using it to push open the shambles of a door and step inside.
The stench of blood was overpowering as it pooled in something of a lake around Serenity's remains. Her muscles had tightened after death, her face a near perfect grimace as she lay contorted on the ground. He closed his eyes tightly, trying not to think of Sky's eye that still haunted his mind. The Evil Eye... Stop it, you got over that.
He looked to the floor, seeing a trail of footprints that led down one hall. It was literally out of a horror movie, footsteps leading off into the darkness. He didn't want to follow them, but he knew what was at the other end.
As he stepped, his feet stuck slightly to the congealing blood. He grimaced, trying not to think of it. You've been bloody before, right? Remember the time you tried to jump that rail and broke your bone so bad the bone stuck through the skin? Yeah, that's worse than this Matt.
He followed the footsteps into the hall, finding the ramshackle living quarters that the girls had set up. There were four corpses in the room, one in a cot with most of its head blown away and a rifle sticking from its mouth (Cheryl according to the announcement, though very little was identifiable as her), one laying in a cot with face and neck brutally puffed up (Ayane if the hair was any indication) and two on the floor. The large Asian one was unmistakably AJ, while he seemed to have collapsed on the other.
Resisting the urge to vomit, Matt tucked the gun back into the front of his belt and knelt down amid the gore to move AJ's body. Pushing 245 pounds of dead weight and blubber took a lot of effort, but getting his shoulder in, Matt rolled the corpse off to the side.
And there she was. She seemed tiny and pale, clothes and floor soaked through with blood as holes dotted her belly and chest. The large gaping hole in her throat was almost obscene, but offset by the calm look on her face. She seemed resigned, almost angelic. Her hair was oddly blood free, while her eyes seemed to drift pleasantly to the ceiling.
"Fuck!" Matt shouted as the moment sunk in. He stormed out of the room, getting into the front room as he paced around.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted, kicking out one of the boarded windows with one powerful blow. Dora didn't deserve this, she more than just about anyone else did not deserve this. She was peaceful, she wasn't a warrior, she wasn't a monster. She just wanted to be friends.
Shifting to the side, he kicked out another window in frustration. It was all his fault. This was all because of The Demon. He killed Dora. He had to die...
No, no, killing him isn't the answer, is it?
Gathering himself together, he reentered the sleeping quarters. He was a human being first and foremost, and seeing Dora lying down there with her eyes fixed open just got to him. He knelt down beside her body, muttering a soft prayer from what little he remembered from Sunday school as a child. Given the moment, he used his free hand to close Dora's eyes.
"Dora, you were too much of an angel for this world," he said longingly, "I hope you do just as well in the next."
Trying to stifle a tear, he looked to his side and saw a sight that changed his mood. In a moment of weakness when a person is contemplating vengeance and sorrow, it doesn't take much for one to choose how they would go.
What he saw was the Dora's rifle, still propped in Cheryl's hand and mouth. What he felt was anger. And beside his thoughts of looking for the one he loved, Matt Hunter looked to make Damien pay.
A part of her was missing. She'd known about it and been conscious of it since the moment it was taken from her. It was weird in that way, since she wasn't physically hurt, not much at least. A few cuts, some scratches, an odd bruise here and there, they were all survivable. She'd had worse in softball practice or when she used to skateboard, now THOSE are injuries.
No, of course this kind of pain had to be the one that she didn't know how to fix. She could deal with sprains, she could deal with scrapes, even fractures, but separation, well, that had screwed up Lexie Hawk, a.k.a. Girl # 20, pretty good.
She'd met up with her twin sister Skyin the games earliest moments, and it all seemed like it could work out (well, as best as a Battle Royale could work out), and that they could make it to the end if they just spent the rest of their time hiding and running.
Then Brian came in, shot Sky, Paul cut Brian up, and Lexie had to finish her sister off. It was an odd kind of closure, but she had taken it hard as could be expected. Sky was her sister, hell, not just her sister. Identical twins, people who shared the same genetic pattern and maybe even the mind. Every so often they would share an emotion, or know how the other was feeling from a distance in an uncommon sixth sense sort of way. It had always comforted Lexie to get that occasional twinge that told her everything was ok on the other end.
Now there was nothing, nada, no connection, and someone she had known for almost every waking moment of her eighteen year life was no longer in hers. When friends were few and far between as it is (Lexie couldn't compare to the social butterfly that her sister was, finding friends was one of her biggest failures in high school), Lexie was on the verge of losing her grip on reality entirely. Loneliness, even among the group, had caused her to alternate between sleep and crying for a good portion of the afternoon. For Lexie, suicide wasn't entirely out of reach...
But, after spending time as a member of SABRE, she had realized that she wasn't nearly as lonely as she had first thought. It was still unbelievably oppressing not to have her sister in the world, but there were people within the group who helped her feel more human, more alive. Paul Holt, a.k.a. Boy # 12, had saved her the day before when Brian assaulted them, and had stuck by Lexie's side as much as possible. A class clown to a certain extent, he had always found the right thing to say at the right moment to keep her mood up. Gus O'Ryan, a.k.a. Boy # 20, was a great pillar of physical strength and astounding work ethic, despite the fact that much of his face had suffered horrible chemical burns earlier in the game. The fact that he had a pretty hot body didn't hurt much either.
Ashley Vasquez, a.k.a. Girl # 5, may not have been the most optimistic about how things were going to go (she was fully willing to admit that they were all going to die), but at the same time she had spirit and a fighting attitude that was hard to dislike. In all honesty, out of all the girls here (Katherine was too girly, Jenny too-airheady and Anna too far in over her head), Lexie found the most kinship in Ashley, and was glad for it. Her spirit was strong, even if optimism wasn't in her vocabulary.
Still, out of everyone in the group, Lexie was most grateful to have Francisco Marquez, a.k.a. Boy # 22 on her side. As it was, he already had a soft spot for the girls, seeming to be the adopted guardian of Jenny Reese, a.k.a. Girl # 11, while it was also rather obvious that Katherine and Lexie herself looked up to him as well. He was strong as an ox, always smiling, and fearless when it came to doing tasks for the group, all qualities that made him rather admirable as a human being. Though, if Lexie had to choose, the thing about him that made Francisco the best member of SABRE was his unending optimism. No matter how bad things got, no matter how little hope there seemed to be, Frank The Tank seemed to keep his smiles. He had the ultimate faith in Anna and whatever plans she dreamed up, and would work to rally the others whenever they would doubt her.
She was thankful to have all these new friends, even if she wasn't exactly fond of what they were talking about.
"So are we going for the crate or what?" Ashley groaned through chin-ups as she pulled herself up on a pipe that crossed the ceiling of the mess hall. She had tired of lethargy and simply waiting around, especially once the rain hit, and had taken to pushups on the old dining tables and chin-ups from the old pipe.
"I don't know," Francisco added, rubbing his fingers through the stubble of a beard he'd grown, "don't know what to think about it myself."
"It's a trap," Michael said, leaning back on a table and tossing a quarter into the air, "they want us to do something, herd us around like rats in a fucking maze. That box is out there just to get us to kill each other."
"Yeah," Paul added as he used a twig to clean the spokes of his chainsaw, "but don't you like Big Macs? They're gooood."
"Good my ass," Michael responded angrily, "they want us to die, and there is no way I'm dying in a fucking rat maze, not here, not now, not ever."
"Then don't," Ashley replied, "don't die in this fucking rat maze, help us fight, help us get out of here, but for god's sake stop complainin! You complaining doesn't help us any."
"You're one to talk," Michael almost hissed, "you're just kicking back here, I haven't seen you really getting into the whole revolutionary act. When have you done anything to help in the escape? When have you ever said our group's name? When have you said SABRE?"
"I haven't mentioned the name because it's asinine," Ashley responded, "I do as I'm told 'cause I'm right comfortable being a cog right now. I'll help out how I need to and how I'm best right now, but I ain't doing the hero thing and putting my ass on the line without damn good reason."
"What's a good reason then?" Michael asked, getting their audience that had gathered to look a bit more hesitant as a fight seemed to be brewing.
"Get our asses out of here," Ashley responded, "no more, no less. Not to offend or anything, but we're in a game where killing's the key, I trust you guys and I don't trust you guys, but if you're all good for escape I'm siding with you."
"And if we weren't?" Michael asked.
"Then we probably wouldn't be here," Ashley said, dropping from the bar and sitting down with a shrug.
"Hey, guys," Katherine Farraday, a.k.a. Girl # 4 interjected soothingly, "this isn't helping anyone. We need to stick together here! Like it or not, we're all we got right here, and whatever plan those three are thinking up in there is something we should at least hear out before writing it off. Still, we are not going to get anywhere if we are constantly against each other. Please, please just stop fighting."
Ashley and Michael exchanged a look and a soft nod before turning away. It was true that Anna, Doug and Carter had barricaded themselves inside the meat locker momentarily to formulate a plan of action regarding the crate and what to do about it, but as they had discussed things, they were going to do it democratically. Whatever plans the ones in charge had come up with, they'd need to vote on, or at least garner support for before going ahead with them.
"Hey," Doug Rodgers, a.k.a. Boy # 2 said as he inched open the door to the meat locker, "come on in guys."
With that, the eight members of SABRE sitting in the mess hall joined the three in the meat locker, becoming their entire group for the last time in the game.
Anna laid the plan out easily and in simple terms. She was always a great orator, and after a while she could convince anyone to do pretty much anything. However, finding a receptive audience among a small group of people who did not want to die was something of a difficult task, especially when she rationalized herself and Doug as too important to go out into the field with the rest.
"Look, it's safe," Anna said, "everyone else is going to stick to the roads and buildings, all you really have to do is go through the hills to the airfield. It will take longer to get there, but it will be safer, and either way you're still bound to meet people around the field itself."
"But what about people playing this game?" Michael asked, "Damien or Marie or Joel, what if they just go to the airfield, wait for us and then just slaughter us all?"
"If anything goes wrong," Anna added, "just run to the west, hike down the cliffs and run along the beach until you get back here. There's enough rocks and crevasses for you to hide in and around and avoid detection. If things go south before you get here, head as a group back here. If you get separated, listen for an announcement, and meet up at the airfield if it's safe, back here if it's not."
"What if the stuff is already taken should we get there?" Michael asked again.
"Then just run back to camp as fast as is safely possible, hills, roads or otherwise. Once everyone's back here, we make it off the island irregardless."
"Look," Carter mentioned, "None of you are obligated to go with me and none of us are saying that it won't be dangerous, because it will be. But, if we pull this off, we will be able to get out of here without having to worry about anyone trying to stop us, and if we're lucky, we can get more people to come with us."
As silence reined in the room, people looked around with mixed emotions. Some looked apathetic, some looked scared, some enthusiastic, some even a little pissed. Nevertheless, Carter let out a clichéd, yet tried and true line to see what support he would receive, "So, who's with me?"
"I'll go man," Gus said from behind his mask as he stood up, "shit, I'll go."
"No dice cowboy," Anna interjected, "if you don't have both eyes good you won't be any good to any of us."
"Thanks for thinking about it at least," Gus responded as he sat back down.
"Anyone else?" Carter asked, a little nervous at some of the cold hard stares that he was getting from the people he considered his friends. Most seemed hesitant, some seemed harsh. It was not exactly a desirable course of action to go on a suicide run to pick up some weapons, but honestly the benefits did seem to overshadow the potential downsides. Should they succeed, they were likely to find other people and make their escape easier. Honestly, how could that be bad?
"I'll go," a voice from the back said. Heads turned as Ashley Vasquez looked confidently to Carter. It was a voice few expected to hear given her stance on what they knew her stance on heroism to be, but given Ashley's sense of honor, she had to do it. Carter had saved her once, got her out of a jam when nobody else was willing to, and it was the only way she could pay him back.
"If she's goin," Paul said with his cocky grin, "I'm going too. If the movies are any indication, you're going to need somebody with a chainsaw."
"You can count me in," Katherine said a bit softly, smiling to Carter gently, getting him to smile back.
"Me too," Francisco said, confidently carrying the police baton that Ashley had given him, "You need someone strong to carry anyone if anyone gets hurt, I'm the strongest guy here, I'll go."
Lexie looked around distressed, three of her closest friends on the island were going to head on out. No! That's not supposed to happen! She'd lost Sky, she couldn't lose the rest of them too.
"All right, five ought to do it," Anna said, "just stick with whatever weapons you've got, we have enough to hunker down here in camp for a while, take only weapons, flashlights, ammo and water. Stick to the hills in the west, although they'll take longer, the roads are basically inviting people to shoot you."
"Wait," Lexie said as she broke from her fugue, "I'm going too."
Anna looked hesitantly at the girl who had been going in and out of shell shock since she had been at base camp, but the fact remained that Lexie was a tough girl and competent with the handgun that she currently possessed.
"All right, you too," Anna said as she passed the other girl over, "same rules though, weapons, lights and water only, everything you don't need for on the run you leave here. Time is short people, so let's get moving!"
The six who were to make the trek to the airfield immediately set to arming themselves and packing their gear lightly. Anything and everything resembling a jacket or windbreaker was taken along, though in the end only Carter, Katherine and Lexie had much in the way of protection from the rain. All six had their map pouches hanging around their necks, an invaluable tool on the off chance that any of them get lost.
Lexie and Katherine both packed their bags with bottles of water and all the ammunition for their guns, while Ashley made sure that her improvised scattergun was still in working condition. Not wanting to take any chances, she tucked her trusty tire iron into the back of her belt, and pocketed the pair of brass knuckles she had found while scavenging.
While none of the guys had much in the way of guns, they were armed enough to keep them confident of their survival. Carter was without pack, but carried with him Anna's baseball bat (identical to the one that Lexie had been assigned and also carried with her). Paul still had his trademark chainsaw, though had a half-dozen hand grenades he had won by killing Brian added to the arsenal.
Carrying the lions share of the groups goods though was, as always, Francisco. He carried in his pack most of their bottled water, a few MRE's and one of their cellular phones (the other phone from the expeditionary group being held by Carter). While his stature would suggest that he'd be more fond of a big gun, Francisco was very content with the police baton that Ashley had given him and the ice pick he had stolen from Josh. Anything other than that almost useless roll of duct-tape would've made Francisco happy, though being with the group that he was with, he couldn't have been much happier.
And, after five minutes of preparation, the six members of the SABRE Expeditionary Force were ready to head out the front door. Jenny and Michael had chosen not to see them off (both of them being rather pessimistic about the whole mission and not wanting to see their friends off to their deaths), while Gus, Anna and Doug were seeing them off for their final preparations.
"Here," Doug said, handing each of them a piece of bright orange fabric that had been cannibalized from Gus' t-shirt, "tie this around your head or your arm. We'll be able to tell who's who out there, and you can do the same. That, and we won't shoot at you."
"But you've only got that revolver and the tranq gun," Paul mentioned jokingly.
"Well, we still won't shoot at you," Doug replied deadpan.
"Now," Anna said over Doug as she addressed Carter, "remember, stick to the hills, grab what you can."
"I got it," Carter said.
"Only fight back if someone starts something, otherwise we should try and get them to-"
"Anna, I got it, relax," Carter said with a calm smile, "we'll be there and back in no time. If anything happens, you'll hear about in the announcements, and if that does, then get everyone and get your asses out of here."
"Here's hoping it doesn't come to that," Anna said, letting a bit of compassion come through.
"Amen to that," Carter said, "but we'll make it back here, I'm sure of it."
Breaking from her cold façade for just the slightest moment, Anna pulled Carter into a warm hug. Pushing him away just as quickly, she shot out, "Now don't let anyone know I did that."
"No worries," Carter replied, "I don't think anyone would believe me anyway
Pulling up the hood on his windbreaker, Carter looked to Francisco, Ashley, Paul, Katherine and Lexie, the five who would join him on the mission to the airfield. They were a motley group at the very best, but were as strong as any of the others. They were almost family in some regard, but all with like minds and as strong-willed as it got. In short, Carter couldn't have chosen a better group to go with.
"Okay guys, let's get this over with!" Carter exclaimed, opening the front door to the mess hall and walking out into the rain. Katherine followed shortly behind him, then Francisco and Lexie. Paul and Ashley kept up the rear, looking around defensively as they held their weapons.
Anna, Gus and Doug looked on hopefully from the front door as their six fellow revolutionaries disappeared into the rain, then the woods. No words were exchanged, just a long look as the six members of SABRE walked away in hopes of making the escape that much more worthwhile.
But of course, as many in the coming hours were soon to find out, they didn't count on Marie.