“What?” The General’s voice was firm, emotionless. “I’m stuck,” Adam said, pressing back against the wall, his eyes trained on the New World soldiers surrounding the building even as he spoke. Tense silence. “How badly?” he asked. “I can see about a dozen soldiers already outside,” Adam answered. “Another SUV is pulling up now.” He watched as the new arrivals stepped out of the vehicle. He cursed under his breath. “Roman Adamson and Bridgette just got here too.” The General was silent on the other end again, until he said, “there’s a manhole down the back alley. If you can get to it, someone will be waiting there to lead you through the tunnels. You’ll be able to lose anyone following you easily.” The soldiers outside were talking, but he couldn’t hear what they were saying from where he hid. It would only be a matter of time before they started searching the building.
