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said.
    On that topic, Mick agreed with her, but he wasn’t going to speak against Kade’s
plan. He didn’t like the idea of stealing from the police station in case things
would rebound and Kade had been wrong, or if there were more officers left alive
they would be coming here for supplies as well. Overall he’d rather have left the
police station untouched so it could serve to protect others. Mick zipped his bag
shut and hoisted it over his shoulder. Making his way for the door he could already
feel the sore muscles in his body from the multiple loads he had taken to the car.
    “I don’t understand Kade,” she said.
    Mick dropped his bag with a huff and squared up to Victoria.
    “Well, generally when you hate someone you don’t take the time to understand them,”
Mick said.
    He regretted speaking before he finished the sentence. Engaging her in conversation
was the worst thing he could have done to get her to shut up.
    “I don’t hate Kade,” Victoria said.
    Mick wasn’t going to debate her and decided his best option was to exit the conversation,
so he slung the bag over his shoulder.
    “How could I hate him? I thought he and Damian were identical the first time I met
him. He has mental capabilities I am jealous of, and wish he wasn’t such a waste
with them. We might not get along, and I might ride him pretty hard, but I don’t
hate him,” she said.
    Mick put a hand on his forehead as he continued for the door. He hoped she would
be assigned a different vehicle for the rest of the trip
    “He saved our lives. How could I hate him?”
    Mick pushed the door open.
    “Mick?”
    He stopped.
    “Does Kade hate me?”
    Mick closed his eyes wishing he had never said a word. This was not a topic he wanted
to get himself involved in.
    “Mick?”
    “What?” he snapped.
    “There’s a gun pointing at your head,” Victoria said.
    Mick opened his eyes and looked to his right.
    “Quintin, put the gun down,” Mick said.
    Quintin’s gaze took in Mick’s uniform and Mick could tell he was trying to put everything
together. Quintin was their newest officer, who had just moved into the area a week
ago to cover their empty shifts. He had a few years on Mick, but below him in rank.
    “What are you doing?” Quintin asked.
    “Gathering everything up for a training exercise,” Mick said, lying as best he could.
“Did you not get the e-mail earlier today?”
    “I came off night shift and passed out all day. My phone is the only access I have
to my e-mail right now and that isn’t working,” Quintin replied.
    “So, put that gun away?” Mick asked.
    Quintin holstered the pistol. “Sorry about that. I thought we were getting robbed.
I’m gonna go settle in at my desk, but I’ll come see if you need a hand with getting
this stuff together in a couple minutes.”
    Quintin continued on his way down the corridor, muttering. “Who would rob a police
station?”
    Mick ushered Victoria to grab the bag and follow him. They made their way through
the station to the front door.
    Mick was torn between escaping without being arrested and explaining the situation
to Quintin, who clearly slept through the transition. The walking stride he tried
to maintain felt more and more like a jog. He couldn’t tell Quintin now, but they
could get safely to the car and he could radio to his fellow officer. Then if Quintin
believed him they could come back and finish looting, and if not they wouldn’t be
trapped behind bars while Kade and the others started the journey.
    “Freeze!”
    All options went out the window.
    “Hands on your head.”
    They did as they were told. Mick didn’t have another option, other than drawing
his own gun, but that was way out the realm of possibility. He couldn’t draw on a
fellow officer, nor did he want to take the chance of getting shot.
    “Quintin, listen to me, the country is dead or turning into monsters. You need to
come with us,” Mick said, and immediately heard how stupid his words