John grabbed me and pulled me down to the floor away from the window.

Stay the hell down, he whispered.

While we lay there, Frank and Philip rushed to cover up the windows with whatever debris

and furniture they could get from the floor.

Do they know we're here?

Yeah, asked.

It doesn't matter.

We ain't taking any risks.

We need to survive for four more days until we reach Guiana.

John responded.

They were quick to block the windows, and within a minute, we'd all settle down

on the floor, we tried to discuss our next move as quietly as possible.

On the other side of the door, leading to the next car, we could hear the shuffling of

surveyors trying to get in.

They knew where we were, which meant the sentinels would be alerted very soon.

They're behind the door.

Can they hear us?

Don't know.

Stay quiet anyway.

They might not know for sure that we're here, John said.

What about you, Gunn?

I mean, if we kill the surveyors, they won't be able to alert the sentinels.

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