Shadow highlighted the roundness of her cheeks. Her breath was stale. She turned her face away from him and whispered for him to get dressed as fast as he could and to grab his pack. He acknowledged her command, and tapped her back when he was ready. He followed her through the flap and into the misty night air. The light came from the sky, but Keith couldn't tell its source, and only guessed that it was the moon and not lights set up around the camp. Stacy reached for his hand and tugged aggressively for him to follow. He stumbled only once as they traveled the paths at night. There were twists and turns into side paths that he could not have remembered. As they came to a halt he wondered if this was the reason the boy had asked him to stay awake. He wondered how long he had been asleep. Was it minutes or hours? There was little time to consider those thoughts. A large truck stood before them. Stacy dragged Keith to the rear of the vehicle where it was open. Inside were crates. Some were marked EXPLOSIVES in large block letters.
