Part 29 — Escape

"Who did you call?" Azyra, who had just finished patching Xin, asked Zap.

"A friend," Zap said. "Listen, we're going to move somewhere else. I don't feel safe here after everything that's happened."

"I mean, we could take on the police. But yeah, they'll still overpower us eventually," Azyra said.

"So how are we going to do that, exactly?" Xin asked.

"So, my friend apparently has a father who is a pilot..."

"Too convenient for my liking," Xin said. "Anything else?"

"Either that or we can just live in danger here."

"You know what, fuck it. As long as I'm away from the bitch, I'll go anywhere."

"Perfect. They'll be here in a few hours. Get anything you need. Don't worry about anything you got from the college. We're leaving this place, so fuck everything that the college wants. Just bring stuff that you brought to the apartment. Simple as that."

"Confusing words," Azyra said. "Do I bring my gun?"

"Yes. Bring your gun."

"Awesome. All I needed to hear."

"Can I bring my knife?" Xin asked.

"Fuck that. We're bringing all our knives. I still cook, you know."

"Hell yeah. Gonna cut some bitches up."

"I mean, hopefully we don't have to go through all of this again, but if we do, just going to say that this was really fun," Zap said, holding his sniper rifle, not sure what to do with it.

"That's a guitar, okay?" Azyra said, giving him an empty guitar case. "Don't ask me why I have that."

"Sure," Zap said, slotting his rifle into the guitar case. "So, get ready with all your stuff. We're almost out of here."

"Great," Xin muttered, imagining her with a bazooka, blowing up Grace and Blake as they yell for mercy, chained to the roof. She smiled. Fuck you. We're out.