They put their clothes back on in a frenzy, knowing that every second could prove critical.
“I have to go back to my apartment and get something. I hope to see you after the battle.” She kissed him on the lips and walked out the door.
Please survive.
Luke looked at himself in a mirror and waved some of his hair over to the left.
That will have to do. I have to get to Timothy in the command centre.
He rushes out of the room and keeps a jogging pace as he makes his way to one of the main thoroughfares.
The men and women he passed were wearing a kaleidoscope of colors, denoting the various militia and citizen defense networks to which they belonged. All were frantic, some fidgeting with their weapon. No sign of any children or people going about their daily business.
Luke got into a crammed escalator. It took a few minutes to reach the layer of the command centre. Sweat dripped from his brow.
He stepped out into a large hallway. A militia was mounting a heavy machine gun at its centre. These soldiers, all kitted out in heavy armor, were smiling and laughing. Luke recognized them as part of the elite Central Defense Unit.
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