Alex's POV
Like a wildfire, the anarchy broke out around us, and all I could hear was my heart roaring loudly. Screams and yells abound in the night as the troops of the Order rushed to answer our onslaught. I looked at Lena, whose will sprung from her anxiety, and Finn, whose strategic intellect flew through the anarchy.
"Copy my lead!" Screaming, I tried to be heard over the noise. "We are going to the depot!"
Dashing toward the supply building, we avoided patrols by shifting. My senses sharpened, every sound enhanced—the crunching of gravel under my feet, the rustle of cloth as Lena and Finn lingered nearby. Though it was a risky thrill, one that may readily turn into a fatal error, the adrenaline pumping through my veins made me feel alive.
A soldier with firearms sprung out from
