Kapitel 259: Gerard's Talents

"Those muggers look awfully familiar," Gerard said. "Are those the—"

"Definitely not," I chuckled. "Totally not, because if they were, I'm pretty sure they would've shot us by now." Gerard turned to face me in confusion. "The food truck employees would've shot us by now?" he asked with confusion present in his voice. I stammered, my tongue unsure of what to say next.

"No, no," I said. "Nothing."

He widened his eyes in suspicious understanding, as we continued to keep our distance away from the TSA team. They were probably sprinting by now, and I could feel my head dripping with sweat.

"Hey, guys. Where are y'all?!" I asked on the radio. "We're coming, don't worry!" September said on the radio. 

"How soon?!" I asked, as I saw the truck in the distance fly towards my direction.