“The city hall?” Milan twitched, soon remembering the echoes of the future. He then turned to Corbin. “Are you sure they’re gathered in the city hall? Because dammit, Corbin, they’re all going to die if that’s true. What are they doing there?”
Corbin pursed his lips. He then took a deep breath. “Then what the fuck are you still doing here? I can’t drag you there, you know. Where’s Owen? Fuck, that guy vanishes every time you need him the most.”
Milan chuckled as he stepped away from Davion, who went to search his luggage inside Milan’s room. “Don’t say that. He does his best. I can’t take your wheelchair out where I came from, though.”
“This thing is foldable. Maybe we can break it a little.” Corbin hissed as he tried to move and inspect the wheelchair to see how to break it properly. “I can move my arms now and crawl out on my own. I just don’t know if I can shoot the way I used to—”
