Sinn's voice came through the speakers. Slightly different from before. The specific quality of a man whose confidence has been accurately updated.
"Outside kid," he said. "What do we do now?"
"He's referring to you," Sherry said quietly beside me. Her hands were trembling in her lap. Not from cold.
Mercury pressed something on the dashboard and opened a radio channel.
"Hello." Sinn's voice again, waiting. "You there?"
"Yes, sir," I said.
A pause. "What's your name again?"
"Abram Nadez, sir."
"Abram." He said it like he was filing it properly this time. The voice of a man whose plans had just been revised by reality and who was making adjustments. "What do we do?"
"How strong are these cars?" I asked.
"Strong enough to keep what's inside in and what's outside out."
"Then kill the engines. Switch off all lights. In three hours the infected will lose interest and move on. We rest. We move at dawn."
