Chapter Eighteen
No matter how many times they had prepared for this moment, it still caused a rush of adrenaline, but despite the stress and danger, they worked in a cool, confident, and organized manner. Bailey collected the medical supplies, while the others packed up the few remaining weapons as well as their personal items.
“Here you go,” Mirela said, tossing a laser rifle to Gail.
Mirela turned toward Edge with another one in her hand. “This is for you,” she said, holding it out.
Edge looked at the rifle before taking it and slinging it over his shoulder. Lina saw that he had grabbed the bag she kept packed and ready to go. Biting her lip, she stiffly walked over to the pistols lying on the crate. She picked up two of them before glancing around.
“Let’s go,” she said, refocusing
