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Sam’s eyes cracked open and she realized with a jolt of surprise that her cheek rested on a cold concrete floor. With a bit of effort, she jerked herself upright. She tried to move her hands to brush the sweaty strands of hair from her face but found she could only raise them about a foot off the ground. The action was accompanied by an odd jangling sound and her stomach dropped.
"Oh no," she muttered. She twisted slightly to find that her wrists were attached to two other people by two sets of handcuffs. "Well isn’t that just great?"
"It was a legitimate question!" she cried indignantly. "Suppose we should make with the running now, yeah?"
Jon lifted her up into his arms and started to run it was quicker this way “cover yourself with my coat kevelar lineing
Sam let out a surprised noise but didn’t object; she knew she couldn’t run fast enough. She pulled part of his coat over herself, peering behind them past its edge. “Just had to be turtles didn’t it?”
"And these ones are not slow… there species name aludes me right now ,are we getting any distance"
"A bit, but I don't give it long before they gain on us." She frowned.
