turning left then right to make sure she hadn’t been noticed. She hadn’t been.

“Amateurs…,” Berkleigh scoffed as she moved from one police cruiser to the next as quickly and quietly as she could. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed one officer stopped in his tracks on his way to God-knows-where. Berkleigh rolled under the cruiser she was beside as the officer approached. He came around the corner, slowly surveying the side of the car as well as the area behind it. After a moment or two, he left - apparently satisfied the coast was indeed clear. 

Berkleigh looked over to the main parking area - it would be safer to try to make up ground over there rather than attempt to dance around ground zero for armed peacekeepers. Besides, there w...

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