Antonia scurried through the streets, glancing over her shoulder, picking up the pace. Her heart was racing and she felt as though it was going to fall out of her chest. It wasn’t until she hit something that she faced forward. Almost knocked to her feet, she needed a second to gain her balance. She looked over to the person, opening her mouth immediately to speak. “I-I’m sorry.” Was all that could come out.
Being a Rev was bullshit. Max despised being spotted by a few Cessations on the way to the headquarters, but there were Ricardo’s men to deal with. He ran, this time, holding a gun in hand. Hackers were for lazy people, Max thought. Also it made him look like he had an advantage on the field and off. He shot behind a [Richardo’s] man’s head and felt a weight on his back that held him on the asphalt. “Oof,” he grunted. A woman towered over him as he turned his head to see her. “Wha?” he said, hiding his gun behind his back. “Don’t be. I’m in a hurry as well,” he explained. Too far from Clemence and the others made him ask. “Do you have anywhere to hide?”