Morning light came over the horizon. Kazuo pressed his back against a crumbling wall, glancing left and right. When he was sure no one was watching, he whispered, "Come on, over here."
He and Amélie ran from building to building, ducking behind abandoned vehicles and piles of rubble.
As they crouched behind an overturned hover-car, Amélie caught her breath. "Why are we avoiding the mechs and military? Couldn't we just surrender? They'd rescue us, right?"
Kazuo shook his head, never stopping their constant scan of their surroundings. "I don't trust anyone. Those military guys could be our enemies in disguise. I'm not about to waltz back into that prison."
"But how are we going to get out of Paris?" Amélie hissed. "All the exits are blocked."
"I'm not sure. First, we need to find shelter and wait for Aris to give us instructions."
"Does this Aris guy even know where we are?"
