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Cola swore under his breath, looking over the laser.
“What’s wrong?” Crys asked quickly, sliding her mask down over her eyes. Blue had already done the same and I realised I should probably cover my face too.
“The Sleep charge on this one is low. He won’t be out for long but anything else would be fatal.” Blue looked up at him questioningly. He met her gaze. “I try to keep my body count low.”
“Okay, that’s our cue to get out, right?” I prompted, trying to get back on task. Agent Cola nodded once and turned, leading the way down the corridor at a brisk pace. I kept glancing around, waiting for someone to jump out and attack or an alarm to start blaring. But nothing happened.
We got to the main storage area and stopped. Cola was looking for an appropriate getaway vehicle. The all-terrain trucks were too big and loud and the sleek business cars simply weren’t practical, but the vans and the motorcycles were looking pretty damn good right then. I think the girls had similar ideas.
“If we take four bikes they might think we’ve dispersed,” Crys offered quietly. Cola looked up at her sharply.
“Think? Aren’t you going separately anyway?” he asked. He sounded confused. Blue shrugged.
“Cola, we don’t exactly have anywhere else to go at the moment.” She was getting impatient with him, and I could sympathise. “Anyway, what do you think you’re going to do? Where will you go?” He paused.
“I know some people.” He glanced down at me and I raised my eyebrow at him, waiting for him to get it. He didn’t.
“We know the same people, Cola. They’re coming with us, wherever we’re going,” I sighed, trying to hurry things along. His eyes widened.
“What?” was all he could say. Crys was already on a bike, and she’d cleared her throat to get our attention. I hopped on the one next to her and looked back at Blue and Agent Cola.
“We don’t have time for this, guys. We need to get as far away from here as we can, then worry about where to go.” I gave Cola a meaningful look, hoping he might know what I meant. I think he understood. Anyway, he nodded. “These things are all fitted with electronic maps. We can program our destination in once we’re well clear of this place.”
“What about tracking devices?” Crys asked cautiously. She tapped something on the panel between the handle bars. I couldn’t tell what she was looking at in the near-complete darkness, but I realised it was an add-on. My thoughts flashed back to the Trans-Am, the gaping hole in the dashboard and the proud grin on Jet’s face when he explained that he was responsible for the destruction. I looked back at Agent Cola, but he shook his head.
“Don’t look at me, I’ve tried to be as useless as possible during my stint with the dark side,” he said, raising his hands defensively. Blue spoke up.
“They’re only a minor setback. They were mass-produced so they won’t be complicated to figure out. I can disable them when we’re a safe distance away from here.” I nodded, silently grateful.
“Okay, awesome, let’s go!” Crys whispered harshly. The first orange rays of sunrise were appearing through the windows near the ceiling. Agent Cola and Blue climbed onto a bike each. I kicked up the stand.
“Just follow me until we get to the main door. We’re going to have to gun it out of here,” Cola murmured to us. “If we’re all going to the same place, we start by heading straight into the sun. I know it’ll be annoying, but that’s the direction we take for a while. If we’re followed, I don’t want to lead them straight to the other Killjoys.” I liked that idea. Blue and Crys nodded in understanding in the darkness.
Cola wheeled his motorcycle around to the edge of the door. Looking around from just beside him, I couldn’t see any other Dracs or patrols.
Suddenly, his engine roared to life. He revved a few times and took off, just like that. Before I knew what I was doing, I’d done the same and was speeding up the small hill that enclosed the Canyon, terrifying myself at how fast I was going. I couldn’t hear or feel anything but the growling of the bikes and the freezing air in my face. A streak of blue and black caught my eye, and I glanced to my left to see Crys screaming up beside me, overtaking and coming level with Cola before she settled to a constant speed. I was amazed; she was enjoying this.
We kept going like this for who knows how long. The sun gradually poked its head over the horizon and floated lazily into the sky, painting the streaky clouds purple and orange; two of my favourite colours. Maybe it was a good sign? I didn’t take a whole lot of notice. I’d lost a lot of my faith in the world a long time ago. I was paranoid that the next time I checked behind me, I’d see masses of black and white chasing after us.
After what ended up being about an hour, a small tree caught my eye. We were still in the desert, in the middle of nowhere, yet this little thing had managed to stay alive. It gave me some hope, in a twisted way.
Cola was veering to the left; towards the tree. Another minute and we were coming to a shaky stop under its branches.
