[NORTHERN HIGHWAY - 1 HOUR AFTER THE ESCAPE - 11:47 AM]
Three armored vehicles roared down the northern highway at speeds that technically violated every traffic law. Not that it mattered—Alex was technically a fugitive now, so adding speeding to the list of charges was irrelevant.
Alex was in the middle vehicle with Maya, Grim (meter-tall form in the seat beside him), and Raven who was inexplicably eating a sandwich she'd produced from some hidden pocket.
"Where did you get that?" Alex asked.
"I always carry snacks." Raven offered him half. "Want some? You must be starving. They haven't fed you properly in three days."
She was right. Alex's stomach traitorously growled.
He accepted the sandwich, biting into it—ham, cheese, some kind of expensive mustard. Surprisingly good.
"Thanks," he said with his mouth half-full.
