The guard shot again, missing in the dark muddle of night. Miah heard him swear and reload. He ran around the truck and peered into the darkness.
Where is Ben? Miah thought, frantically tugging on the chain again. Her arm burning with pain, she groaned and stomped as hard as she could on the links of the chain. It wasn't doing much, but each hit weakened the links.
Miah stomped again; there was a gunshot, and then a scuffle. Standing up in the open made her nervous, and she jumped and looked up at every noise.
The guard yelled, and she heard quick footsteps coming to the other side of the truck.
“Miah!” Connor jumped up into the truck bed and crawled over to the chain. “Give me your hand.”
“Miah!” Connor jumped up into the truck bed and crawled over to the chain. “Give me your hand.”
When she hesitated at the gun in his hand, he asked, “Do you trust me?”
She swallowed and nodded. And then he pulled the trigger.
She swallowed and nodded. And then he pulled the trigger.
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