#Chapter125
Get Up
/"Okay, once we get free of the building, you should be able to use your gifts. So, I tell you where we are and where we are going, and he can possibly help. Plan? Yes, I think so. I don't fancy dying tonight, so we better make it snappy./" The doctor is starting to lose his adrenalin rush, his panic panting, and instead seemingly in the 'regret and what have I done, but to hell with it', mode.
He ushers me to the front of the truck, pulling the doors shut behind us and he locks them in place from the inside. I can walk straight through with crouching, in the dark confines of the small space to the front seats and sit down in the passenger side with a quizzical look aimed right at him as he too gets settled in his driver seat.
/"How do we go up, if we're in here?/" I point out, assuming he forgot that minor detail, of the fact we're underground, but he picks up a very heavy—duty looking radio device from the dash and waves it at me.
