"Is this really happening?" Miguel asked as he glanced nervously at Tacha, his fingers fidgeting with the straps of his tactical vest.
"Yes, it's happening," Tacha replied coolly, adjusting the black hood that shielded her face from the rain. Her tone was calm, but the steel in her voice left no room for doubt.
Miguel exhaled sharply, his nerves fraying with each passing moment. "N-no… I mean, yeah… but we're helping someone escape. It's not really… legal, you know?"
Tacha turned to him, her expression softening slightly as she registered his unease. For all his jitters, Miguel had always stepped up and turned up for her. That counted for something.
Tacha looked at him for a moment and smiled. She completely understood what he was feeling. What they are about to do is something dangerous and borderline crazy.
