What could go wrong? Lance thought as he sat between Handsome and Damian in the back seat, and twenty Rebels in the other cargo trucks.
Jefferson was in the forward cargo truck, leading the convoy.
It's been their second day of traveling from the bowels of Axe Central City.
Well, Jefferson promised that if his bomb would be successful in killing a group of caged Rattuses for one detonation, then he would accompany the Convoy.
'What could go wrong?' Lance asked himself again. He had deep swallowed gulps this time as inside the cabin of the cargo truck had been quiet for a few hours.
"Try to preserve your energy, kiddo," Handsome said with his gas mask on. That calm, nonchalant voice again almost reassured the kid that their journey would go well. "It's a long journey. I don't want you to pass out when we arrive in Broadridge."
It was daytime. Hoping no Abominant activity would come their way.
