The armed men, their faces masked by a mean looking face mask to hide their identities, as they approached the cab with a menacing intent.

Jace was still recovering, he could feel his headlight and a thick fluid dropping the side of his temple.

“Who are they?”

He managed to mutter beneath his breath, his unstable vision making it hard for his dizzy mind to concentrate.

“Get out of the cab,” One of the men growled.

Angela's mind raced as she hesitated, her eyes darting between the men to the kids hiding away their faces on her lap. Then to her brother Jace.

He moved his head.

Angela hoped he...