#Chapter125 Get Up

"Okay, once we get free of the building, you should be able to use your gifts. So, I tell you where we are and where we are going, and he can possibly help. Plan? Yes, I think so. I don't fancy dying tonight, so we better make it snappy." The doctor is starting to lose his adrenalin rush, his panic panting, and instead seemingly in the 'regret and what have I done, but to hell with it', mode.

He ushers me to the front of the truck, pulling the doors shut behind us and he locks them in place from the inside. I can walk straight through...