They had about only eight hours to pack and leave. Maya watched everyone moving around the warehouse grabbing what they could carry. Not much. Just clothes, cash and guns.

Carol was helping Wrench stand up. He was not healed yet but he was trying to put weight on his bad leg, trying not to look weak.

"I need you to slow down, I can't." Wrench said. "Leave me here. I'll be fine."

"Shut up," Carol said. "You're coming."

Dominic was on the phone with someone. Arranging fake IDs. New ...