She watched his eyes flicker toward the counter that had just fallen below the sixty second window he promised Dixon he would take advantage of. Feeling her stomach nearly drop to her toes she wondered just when he was actually going to start moving again, moving away from the impending explosion would be a good thing.
The curse word was expressed and the final blast to slow the timer sent off. His movements fueled by a bit of anger quicked as his grip tightened around her hand. It took her a moment to slip out of the moment of panic she had fallen into, and the jerking of her arm had jarred her enough to make her realize this was not a time for slacking.
As they ran through the seemingly endless maze of tunnels she had to wonder why it didn't feel this far away when she had headed down there. In her mind she had been counting, but every once in a while she had skippped ahead. There was a small amount of light up ahead and she knew they could make it. In her mind though she had just counted to fifty three, and they timer was going to go off any moment.
"Tom! The blast is gonna go!" He wasn't that far ahead of her and her long strides were trying to keep up with him. He glanced back behind his shoulder reaching his hand out for her one final time. Her fingers extending outward slipped into his as her stride caught up with his.
As they felt the ground begin to tremble, his hand was wrapped tightly to hers guiding her out of the darkness and into the blinding light outside. It was the brightest thing she had seen, and she nearly felt her heart stop.
They kept running away from the shaking ground and the warmth that was building up behind them. As they finally stopped near an ambulance that was patching up a woman Rachel had seen only once before at work, she turned to watch the entire center square collapse into the subway system below.
The sight took her breath away for a moment, and the small lump in her throat wasn't going anywhere either. Glancing away from the wreckage she looked to the ground, letting her line of sight catch the fact that her hand was still clasped to Toms. Exhaling a bit of relief combined with stress she tightened her grasp around his fingers briefly, while turning her attention back to what used to be their place of work.
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The curse word was expressed and the final blast to slow the timer sent off. His movements fueled by a bit of anger quicked as his grip tightened around her hand. It took her a moment to slip out of the moment of panic she had fallen into, and the jerking of her arm had jarred her enough to make her realize this was not a time for slacking.
As they ran through the seemingly endless maze of tunnels she had to wonder why it didn't feel this far away when she had headed down there. In her mind she had been counting, but every once in a while she had skippped ahead. There was a small amount of light up ahead and she knew they could make it. In her mind though she had just counted to fifty three, and they timer was going to go off any moment.
"Tom! The blast is gonna go!" He wasn't that far ahead of her and her long strides were trying to keep up with him. He glanced back behind his shoulder reaching his hand out for her one final time. Her fingers extending outward slipped into his as her stride caught up with his.
As they felt the ground begin to tremble, his hand was wrapped tightly to hers guiding her out of the darkness and into the blinding light outside. It was the brightest thing she had seen, and she nearly felt her heart stop.
They kept running away from the shaking ground and the warmth that was building up behind them. As they finally stopped near an ambulance that was patching up a woman Rachel had seen only once before at work, she turned to watch the entire center square collapse into the subway system below.
The sight took her breath away for a moment, and the small lump in her throat wasn't going anywhere either. Glancing away from the wreckage she looked to the ground, letting her line of sight catch the fact that her hand was still clasped to Toms. Exhaling a bit of relief combined with stress she tightened her grasp around his fingers briefly, while turning her attention back to what used to be their place of work.