The Sound of Silence

Miho had been right, when she'd assumed that her door would open onto the last place she'd been. She'd also been right when she'd figured that getting out of the compound would be equally easy. The men who were still living or, more to the point, those who were still ambulatory, were not in any sort of order. They weren't panicking, quite – they were far too well trained for that. They were not, though, as vigilant as usual.

A little stealth, and she'd made her way out of the compound, and headed, once again, for the garage. This time, speed being not so much of the essence, she'd taken a car, rather than one of the few remaining bikes. Her vanity had been unable to resist picking one of the flashier models – but then, they were a little faster, even if the armouring on some of the other vehicles had been sacrificed for the sake of looks. The windows were still bullet-proof, not that, as it turned out, that would have been necessary.

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