4:00 p.m.
It happens now.
In the thick fog I wasn’t able to see the explosion, but I heard the sound of the blast reverberate across the campus.
Though I couldn’t be certain, it seemed to come from somewhere in the air and not from the ground.
He was supposed to land! He was supposed to run to safety!
“He jumped,” I said to Angelo, who was still beside me. “He had to have jumped.”
“Yes.”
“And he would survive, right? A fall like that?”
Angelo didn’t reply.
“Maybe he landed in the snow. On the side of the mountain. We need to find out!”
“We’ll send some people out to see.”
I felt tears burning in my eyes. A week ago I never would have imagined that I’d feel this way about an Artificial. But so much had happened. So much had changed.
I tried to reassure myself that he was okay, that everything was okay.
The people in the auditorium are safe.
The terrorists are dead.
What about Nick?
“Are you there?” Trevor radioed him again, but there was still no answer.
“We need to go see if he’s alright!” I told the men, and Trevor and I took off for the power plant.