‘not once. i avoid the checkpoints and tend to use to rooftops.’
he was alost found—once. but slipping under a radar was something he used to be very good at—a hired- hand had to keep stealthy, after all. but now, he attempted to meander around the detection points, around the men and get to where he needed to go.
" so you’ve never knocked one off the grid? “
she spoke quietly, ɑs if she wɑs wɑry of the ɑnswer. most conduits she’d met hɑd tɑken out ɑt leɑst one. ɑs much ɑs she hɑted the dup, cɑrmen hɑdn’t killed without reɑson.
