Chapter Twelve
“You’ve got a shadow on your tail, Lina. Seven o’clock,” Gail murmured into the headset.
“Turning left at the parts cart,” Lina replied.
Lina wanted to growl in frustration. This trip had been fraught with one hazardous situation after another. They had scavenged no food, no supplies, absolutely nothing! Lina had all but given up when a group of Waxian guards had swept into the market. Gail and she had been forced to split up at one point and hadn’t yet been able to safely reconnect.
She was thankful Gail had found her again. Turning just past the cart containing junk parts salvaged from space, she headed down a long alley that cut over to the next street. She was almost to the end when two guards stepped into the alley and cut her off.
Turning on her heel, she started
