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Then it all stopped The car was still, tilted heavily to the right Michael looked out the bustedand saw nothing but the ground far below
The stillness after all the noise of the crash was spooky, as if they’d been on a roller coaster and tiroans, the sounds of harsh breathing, and a distant honk or two frohts ile and fight hi completely still on the floorboard, his head tilted at a weird angle against the passenger-side door
"Are you guys okay?" Michael whispered, carefully shifting to get a look at the rest of the car He was scared that one wrong ru from the backseat, but Michael couldn’t see hi wheel with both hands so she wouldn’t slide toward Michael and the cop She nodded Behind her shoulders, he could see the wreckage of brick and glass through the brokenof her door, a dusty darkness beyond that The plastic and led body precariously held in place by the building’s ruined edges
Bryson’s head appeared in the opening between the protective glass doors--which were still intact--behind the front seat "This thing could fall any second Let’s get out of here"
"Is he dead?" Sarah asked, her eyes fixed on the un cop The cracked visor of his helmet jutted to the side, but they couldn’t see his face, pressed up against the door
"I don’t know," Michael answered His muscles ached from the weird position in which he lay He didn’t kno er he could stand it "Go, Sarah Clis are about to fall asleep"
"What if it shifts?" she asked
"You wanna be inside when it does?" Bryson answered "The back door is blocked by a bunch of broken brick We have to go through your "
"Okay"
She carefully moved her feet around until she found a solid purchase; then she reached up, gripping the underside of theFro out of the brick wall of the building She tested it first, and soon she was cli into the darkness Michael could hear the rattle of shifting bricks
"You go next," Michael said to Bryson "I need to geton that while his friend cli wheel like a ladder rung
"Perfect place to attack a cop," Bryson said over his shoulder,the saht across the street froood look-see They’ll be swaruns cocked and fingers itchy"
"Sorry" Michael groaned--his muscles ached so much; fire burned in his tissues "Next tiot hi, then turned around so he could reach back into the car and help