Exodus: Book Two: Last Days Trilogy Read Online Free PDF

I’m here to get you.”
    “Where am I?” Kyle asked.
    “Toledo. They said they won’t be pressing charges. They’re releasing you to my custody. How’s the leg?”
    Kyle looked at his bandaged thigh. “Sore.”
    “Could’ve been worse. That boy had authority to shoot you dead.”
    “Real kind.” Kyle covered his face with his hand. “I failed. I didn’t get them, George.”
    “You didn’t fail,” George said. “A man who tries is never a failure. You tried. Now let’s go home.”
    Kyle swung his legs slowly over the bed. He saw he was wearing a hospital gown. “My clothes?”
    “Eliza thinks of everything.” George held up a grocery bag. “When they said they were operating, she knew you’d need these.”
    “Thanks.” Kyle took the bag. “What about my truck?”
    “Getting that back may be hard. It’s been impounded by the Army.”
    “Shit. It was hard enough getting it back from Medina County.” Kyle shook his head. “Well, I’ll just use Reggie’s. Have you heard anything?”
    “News is saying they got out of Chicago.”
    “I don’t believe it, but we can hope.” Kyle sighed, then hobbled on crutches to the bathroom to dress.
     

Westing Biogenetic Institute - Chicago, Illinois
     
    Reggie and Marcus grunted as they yanked at the door. “That might work. I’ll check.”
    “Sure. Go on.” Marcus held out his hand for her.
    “Thanks.” Reggie climbed the remaining pile of rubble and shined the flashlight through the cracked door.
    “Well? Well? What do you see?” Marcus asked.
    She slipped back down, looked at him and smiled. “...Fine.”
    “Are you joking or being serious.”
    “I swear.” Reggie grabbed the briefcase. “The corridor’s clear.”
    “Must be the one to the parking garage.” Marcus tossed the duffel bag over his shoulder.
    “Which level are you parked on?” Reggie asked.
    “Um... I’m not.”
“What do you mean you’re not?”
    “Reg, just go.” Marcus waved out his hand.
    “Please don’t tell me you’re parked in the Westing parking lot.” Reggie slipped through the door. “Watch out, it’s a little bit of a jump.”
    They climbed up the rubble, slipped through the open door and jumped the three feet down.
    “Now. Where are you parked?” Reggie asked.
    “In the Westing lot.”
    “Uh!” Reggie shrieked.
    “Reg, stop that. This way.” He led her down the corridor.
    “I can’t help it. We have to go through downtown, don’t we? I hope all those people aren’t still standing outside of the Institute.”
    “Why would they be? The building’s gone.”
    “Let’s hope your car isn’t.” Reggie slowed when they neared a set of doors.
    “This takes us to the garage. We’ll only have to walk across to get to the ramp that leads to street level.”
    “Then we’ll just blend in, right?” Reggie snickered. “They’ll probably arrest us for vagrancy.”
    “We have to call our parents,” said Marcus. “Too bad that flip phone died.”
    “For a cheap piece of technology, it worked.”
    “Yeah it did.”
    Reggie halted when she saw the emptiness of the garage. “What day is it?”
    “It’s Friday... ” Marcus looked at his watch again. “...morning.”
    “Why is this garage empty on a Friday morning?”
    “They probably shut it down for fear of collapsing.” The sun was peeking through the ramp not far ahead of them. “We’re out.”
    “Let’s run.” Reggie trotted backwards.
    “Reg, don’t.”
    Too late.
    “Air, Marcus!” Reggie ran up the ramp, and then shrieked as she poked her head outside. “I’m blind!”
    Marcus followed at a trot. He squinted in pain as he kept Reggie from rubbing her eyes. “I tried to stop you. We have to adjust.”
    “I can’t see.”
    “Keep blinking.”
    “Is that a scientific thing?” Reggie blinked.
    “No it’s a... Reg?” Marcus blinked his sight back.
    They focused to a bright sunny day on a downtown street. No people. No movement. The only cars in sight were either