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“I think I found it,” Chris says “Adam?”

“Yeah, that ation too”

“Just do it!” I yell The cops are gaining on us, and I don’t kno er I can stay ahead of the pliers from his backpack to pluck at the wires

Ada in the panel “Watch out for the—”

“I know, I know!” Chris leans close, and a second later every screen and light on the dashboard dies “There! Done!”

“Great…no do I lose them?” I ask

“Make lots of quick turns,” Chris says “Once we lose sight of thehts and hide somewhere”

I take a sharp left, and we’re all thrown to the side of the car But the cops stick right behind us the entire ti I’ht now,wheel

“You’re doing great” Ada about his touch, or maybe his confidence in me, clears my head a little I check the road around us and braceon”

I jerk the car to the left, onto the wrong side of the street, straight into onco traffic Zoe screams and my heart jumps into my throat, but the other cars swerve out of the way or stop before they hit us One side of our car scrapes against another one with a shriek ofback now, thrown off by uessed that the computers inside the cars wouldn’t let theuides h streets I’ve never seen before I don’t knohere I’ to escape the flashing lights behind us But soon we’re lost in a city that’s becoone!”

I check h the rain We take another few turns to be safe, and then Chris points ahead “Quick, pull in there”

I speed into the parking lot for a storage facility wedged underneath a freeway overpass We drive around back so we’re blocked fro I shut the car off and we crouch down in our seats, waiting in the darkness Listening to rain druest five minutes of my life, we peek our heads out and look around No one yanks the doors open No one yells at us to freeze

We’ve escaped Barely

13:05

I stare out the frontat the downpour Now that hts crash back intoI did to those cops Of the crie of what I a to become The others talk around me, but it’s almost like they’re in another rooation is dead—hoe find Lynne’s house?” Zoe asks

Chris inspects the open panel on the dashboard “I can probably fix it, but it ht take me a fewhis hood over his head

The warm air in the car suffocates er I throw open the door and jump out into the rain and the darkness

“Elena, where are you going?” Zoe calls after me

“I need some fresh air” I shut the door and walk away My shoes splash through deep puddles, soaking my socks Water trickles down my hair and into my jacket I’ll probably catch a cold, but what does it matter? I won’t be alive after to, out of sight, I slouch against the wall I close hts but the sound of the torrent aroundto happen toed soon I try to forget what I did to those cops But of course I can’t I rele second Every tiny detail