“Ha ha! Hear that, boy? I’m –”
“That’s NOT what I said.” Francina glared at Noecker first, then Connor. “Look. This is uncomfortable enough. OK? Let’s focus on the mission. Whatever the hell that is now. Can we do that?” She glared again with that look only women have, that makes grown men feel like naughty little boys. “Can we save the world one more time before we kill one another?”
Connor started walking. “Let’s do it.” He had no particular destination in mind. He just needed to move. The more trouble that took them into, the better.
Beside him, rearranging his remaining equipment, Noecker muttered under his breath. “Dick.”
Connor grinned. “Stinking old fart.”
By sheer coincidence, they were heading towards the main gate. No guards visible, but it was a solid structure, topped with razor wire and spikes. Probably still electrified, unless Eskom’s recurring power outages had blown the motors.
Connor scanned the surrounding buildings. He couldn’t see any vehicles or weapons, or anything else remotely useful. But that was because the buildings were still secure.
“Wait a minute.” He changed course and headed towards the nearest warehouse. The bargain-basement padlocks didn’t slow him down. An entire industrial estate, still secure after all these years, and nobody had thought to check the buildings?
Francina hadn’t deviated from their original path towards the gate. “Which part of ‘saving the world’ was unclear?”
Noecker surprised Connor by responding on his behalf. “The bastard’s right, for once. Justin was in charge of our transport from here, so we’ve got no ride and no weapons. Let’s see what we can scavenge.”
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