"So it's not the TSA," Greg muttered, as he sighed an exhausted sigh. "Well, something about that seems hypocritical, all that black stuff."
Everyone immediately shushed him, as Brie faced her gun towards the door, her finger ready to press on the trigger once someone opened the door. What they didn't know was that they were going to be on the other side of the car.
Instantly, Greg's side was opened, as he shrieked and released a kick at Malachi's chest.
Malachi looked at him, stumbling on the floor, his eyes widened and in shock. "You too?!" he shouted. "How many of you guys did Fulton manipulate."
Immediately, many other footsteps began to follow up to Malachi's location.
"Quick, run!" Greg shouted, as everyone quickly leaped out of their cars, ready to just start booking it out of the vehicle.
"Go, go, go!" Brie shouted, as we all started running across the sidewalk, although Louis and Greg had to meet us from the road.
