Re: Hours Later
Fortunately for them, it was. The corridors were mercifully empty, until they came to the hangar, which was currently filled with guards and mechanics.
Steve pressed up flat against the wall, craning his head around to look. He reached into his inside jacket pocket. Some how, they'd managed to miss it when they were searching him. An explosive arrow-head.
"One shot at this," he said. "I throw it, make a boom, and we run for a car."
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