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The city faded behind them, swallowed by the horizon until nothing remained.
The convoy kept moving.
Six vehicles. No music. No conversation worth mentioning.
Francis had chosen the back seat of the second truck, away from the others.
He was in his human form, but he kept the blindfold on.
He leaned against the window and watched the landscape slide past.
Aris rode in the front.
She had not said a word since the rooftop incident.
Nathan kept watching her from the corner of his eye — subtle enough that she probably noticed and chose to ignore it.
"Get some sleep," Nathan suggested.
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not."
She looked out the window instead of answering. He let it go.
Then the radio crackled.
Static, then a voice. One of the forward scouts positioned near the eastern coast, a Covenant member.
