He was still tired, but not exhausted like he had been for the last several days.“So,” Dan said as he rolled over, once he was sure Marissa was awake. “What are you thinking?”“That’s an awfully loaded question,” Marissa said. “We made it. The Taylors are here. I’m clean and dry and I slept all night long. I’m not exhausted. I’m not starving. Shall I go on?”“You forgot we’re under guard.” Dan added. “Our guns are useless, and we have to ask for anything else that we need.”Marissa sighed. “No, I simply chose not to mention those things, and you’re wrong about the guns.” She said. “Either one of our knives or your EMT shears could cut the zip tie without a problem. As long as we were being watched we couldn’t cut it, and it was perfectly safe to let us keep the gun.”Marissa stretched. “Now that we’re in here and not actually under surveillance, it was foolish to let us keep them unless they don’t consider us a threat, which means they most likely talked to people from the neighborhood last night and consider us safe.”
