Even Johnson and Luke stopped midstruggle. We were all frozen in place for a half a beat, like a grown-up version of the kid game statues. Or they were, at least. I unfroze in even less time than that. This was a drill I knew, one that was second nature to me, the instinct to flee when those blue uniforms made an appearance. I was born running. I barely hesitated, instead I sprang into action, moving fast, busting a hard left and shoving through, awakening people as I passed them. They came to life with my touch, stumbling like the undead, reanimating more and more with every step they took until they were a stampede of wild cattle behind me. Halfway to the door I realized I’d left Jax behind. Uniforms were moving slowly through the crowd when I glanced back over my shoulder, debating turning around and going back for him. Before I could make up my mind, to risk or not to risk, Brandon appeared next to me. With fierce dislike radiating off him, he seized my arm and dragged me toward the door.
