They packed everything into the back and climbed in fast, movements practiced and tight. Fenigan took the passenger seat up front, boots thudding against the metal floor, while Aaron swung in beside one of the guards who had come with the bed truck, rifle resting across his knees.
"Good to see you, John." Fenigan said, clapping the driver hard on the shoulder.
John gave a short nod, eyes never leaving the road ahead.
Malcolm boosted Iyisha up next, hands firm at her waist as he guided her into the corner of the truck bed where a folded blanket had been wedged against the wall. She did not argue. She barely registered the movement.
She curled into the blanket immediately, shoulders hunched, knees pulled in, her head resting against the cold metal as exhaustion finally broke through the adrenaline and stole whatever words she might have had left.
Her body was still shaking.
