Soraya clutched Kyra's arm, her voice thin and shaking. "If there's one of them, there'll be more. They'll come for us."
"Calm down," Max said. "We'll question this guy and find out if there are others. Jackson—get us out of here."
They burst out into the parking lot, reaching the van in seconds. Jackson had the doors open with a remote, and they piled in, Max still holding the unconscious man as if he weighed nothing.
Kyra slid into a seat next to her sisters, and Max commandeered the back with the unconscious Revolutionary Guard. As the engine roared to life and they peeled out of the lot, Jackson grumbled under his breath, "I'll have to swap the plates on the van."
"We'll worry about it later," Max said. "Take us to the warehouse. We need to check this guy for trackers before we bring him to the dungeon."
Jackson looked at him through the rearview mirror. "I don't know where this warehouse is."
Theo pulled out his phone. "I'm sending you a pin."
Kyra took Soraya's trembling hand. "Don't worry. The Guardians are going to sort it out. You are safe."
Soraya nodded, but she was still breathing shallowly, fighting panic.
As the van sped toward the warehouse, Kyra had a feeling that their world had just shifted once again.
