The first thing Roger thought, as the blast threw him halfway across the small back yard, was he was glad there was some grass so he wouldn’t have road rash. The second was, Did Rico make it out? He clambered to his feet, feeling as if he’d been beaten with a sledgehammer even though he knew immediately nothing was broken. Turning to look at what was left of the house he felt his heart sink. Flames engulfed it and dense smoke swirled thickly toward him as a breeze caught it.
“If you didn’t make it out, I’m killing you,” he growled in fear and anger as he hobbled forward.
“That would…be counter…productive,” Rico coughed out as he appeared like an apparition, half carrying, half dragging Ginna with him.
Roger was beside them in seconds, slinging an arm around Ginna’s waist to help Rico ge
