I don't know why Chase decided to help us. Maybe he thought what was going
on was wrong or maybe he got hit too hard in the head when he was young, I
don't know.
All I did know was that I had yet again beat the sh!t outta Yancy, and that now we had to get the he!! outta there! I was too busy pounding her face in to notice that she had a gun. If Chase hadn't of come up behind her, That would've been a close one. I may be fast, but only just so.
We snuck(sneaked-depending on grammer) down the dark and dank halls. We never saw another person untill we reached the main stream.
The trouble started when I ran into a family member that I hadn't seen since the escape. Jace didn't even look at us. We tried to pass by as casualy military as possible. Now that was an oximoron. All three of us were out of practice and we didn't exactly fit in with our filthy and torn clothes. My leather only halfway cover the long tear across the bottom of my shirt. Also the fact that we weren't wearing uniforms made it just that more obvious.
She stopped and looked at us with the most disgusted look I have ever recieved.
"What are you doing out of uniform and in those rags soldier?"
"We were just returning to our barraks after our civilian training exercises. We were practicing tactics used in civilian combat and things got out of control."
"I didn't see any civilian training scheduled for today. What is your designation number and rank?"
All I did know was that I had yet again beat the sh!t outta Yancy, and that now we had to get the he!! outta there! I was too busy pounding her face in to notice that she had a gun. If Chase hadn't of come up behind her, That would've been a close one. I may be fast, but only just so.
We snuck(sneaked-depending on grammer) down the dark and dank halls. We never saw another person untill we reached the main stream.
The trouble started when I ran into a family member that I hadn't seen since the escape. Jace didn't even look at us. We tried to pass by as casualy military as possible. Now that was an oximoron. All three of us were out of practice and we didn't exactly fit in with our filthy and torn clothes. My leather only halfway cover the long tear across the bottom of my shirt. Also the fact that we weren't wearing uniforms made it just that more obvious.
She stopped and looked at us with the most disgusted look I have ever recieved.
"What are you doing out of uniform and in those rags soldier?"
"We were just returning to our barraks after our civilian training exercises. We were practicing tactics used in civilian combat and things got out of control."
"I didn't see any civilian training scheduled for today. What is your designation number and rank?"
