He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
Yeah. Just, ugh.
You said if we do something secret involving a lot of reds one'll slip.
Somebody'll have an Internet friend or act shifty and have it beaten out of them or tell their purple girlfriend or get high and blog it.
I'm still trying to get discharged from the army. They haven't cut me yet. It'll be easier to do secret things at home.