I needed to know what she meant.
There was no way to ask her without waking her up and it was not a smart idea to still be here when that happened.
Gesai slammed the door to the cage shut and locked it. “Let’s go!” She started running for the door.
I took one last look at Glima and followed after her, running as fast as I could.
It didn’t take us long to reach the lift. There was an RV that looked like a much older version of the one we had been driving around in.
Rix was working on the lift controls as we got there. She waved for us to get in the RV as she walked over the front of it. The lift slowly began to rise.
“Do you think we’re going to make it?” I looked at Rix.
The redhead closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she answered.
“I think we’re about to get to the hardest part.” She motioned for me to go inside. "Oz is trying to get the communicator working.”
My chest tightened. We needed to get in touch with Trent before Glima got in touch with Sipher. Trent was a survivor, but Sipher was a killer. While it had only been just over three weeks, I could only guess that Sipher would be able to kill Trent if he could surprise him. I wasn’t sure how our jailbreak would change their deal, but I had a feeling everything was off as soon as we exited the bunk.
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The inside of the RV was surprisingly similar as well. I heard crying from the bathroom and only saw Oz and Jord, which meant the others were probably in the bathroom with Sylph.
Jord was huddled in the booth with the Summoner’s book clenched tightly against his chest. He was shaking and his teeth were chattering, but he was here and I would try to console him once we were out.
I turned to Oz, who was in the driver’s seat. “How’s it coming?”
The look she gave me told me exactly how good it was going.
“The communicator on this thing is older than Gesai.” She looked behind her. "Really? You brought the girl? Why?”
“Glima said…” I looked behind me, then leaned in close so Oz would only be able hear me even if someone came out. "Glima said that when Sipher dies, so will she.” I hoped I got that right. "So if we kill Sipher, then there will be no one to protect Sylph and if we don’t, then Sipher is going to come back there and Sylph will be in danger from him.”
Oz swallowed. "We just made…” She looked at me and didn’t finish.
There was nothing else we could do about that. Glima had tried to protect her daughter for as long as she could, but she knew that eventually the day would come when Sylph would have to run. The bald Summoner had prolonged her life long enough to give her daughter a chance at freedom. I didn’t want to waste it.
“The communicator.” I pointed at the console. “What’s wrong with it?”
“The range on it is busted.” Oz smacked the steering wheel. "Until we’re out of the bunker, we can’t do anything.”
The lift stopped and Rix hit the button to open the bay doors. She closed the door as got in. “Move.”
Oz slid over to shotgun as Rix climbed behind the wheel.
“Who do you want me to call when we get out?” Oz started keying in numbers.
Rix looked at me. I closed my eyes and nodded. We were too deep in this and they were the only person who we could rely on to get the message to Trent as quickly and quietly as possible.