"So you mean they cannot track us?" Nimrod asks. He was wiping the soil on his blue pants.
"Not with Joci's condition. So yes. They cannot track us."
"We better hurry and get the others here." Anabel looked over her shoulders as if expecting something to jump out of the bush and cease them. "Last three weeks had been rough. That we had survived was a miracle. Should General Zack launch another attack, then I am afraid there would be no tomorrow for all of us."
Her words sent an icy spear on Alex's spine. He had not recovered from the last attack, let alone facing another one. This was a bitter lesson to him still. He would give anything to take the hands of time back to those times when he would skip training classes to play with Vanessa in the garden. If he had been skilled and knew his way around the Shocker Gun and Candor, perhaps he couldn't have been leaping like a fool.
