“I don’t like it,” she said. “What is it anyway?”
He shrugged. “No idea. Some old building. A relic.”
“Doesn’t look old. Looks brand new to me.”
“Aw, who cares? Let’s move it!”
She hung back, still undecided. “It’s too open, just grass,” she said. “They’ll see us.”
“Look.” He took her hands and put on his patient expression, the one he’d used for… “Look, Jan, we have no choice. You see the shadow on the horizon? That’s the sea. There’s a sub waiting for us. We’re almost there!”
She hated that face. And the tone of voice. She wasn’t a child. He shouldn’t speak to her like he spoke to… She stared at the dark mass on the horizon. It was just darkness. How could he imagine there was anything called ‘safety’ in that wilderness?
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