Locked Out

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As we neared our next destination, our pace quickened. It felt like we were being followed again. I shot a glance over my shoulder and caught sight of a silhouette on a rooftop. I didn’t know who it was, but someone must have found the carnage I’d left behind by now.

“We can’t stay,” Six said. “We need to go – now.”

Once the hotel we were supposed to be staying in was just a hundred metes away, I texted Silas.

“They found us. We need to get out – now.”

A text came back in seconds.

“Hotel carpark. Round the back. Lower ground floor.”

We hurried around the back of the hotel Silas had booked us in for the night, then down the ramp to the carpark.

An iron gate was shut across it. We were locked out.

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