“Let’s get out of here,” Wu said, slowly and calmly. She looked at me as she said it, but I was in no mood to dispute her. Out seemed like a great direction this time.
I pushed myself off the floor, or tried to. My sore shoulders protested mightily, and didn’t want to lift my weight. Warren saw my problem and offered me a hand up, which I gratefully accepted. I stood unsteadily for a second, the back of my jeans filthy with dust. I brushed at them awkwardly, then nodded to everyone and we started off.
Did I mention my ass hurts? Still does. Made me walk slow and funny. Take it from me, you don’t know how much you use the muscles in your ass until you try to walk when they don’t want to let you.
We left the rooms where we’d gathered and started down the long hallway toward the ramp. The
