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though, it was a much smarter way of getting money than her original idea of going to her bank, closing her accounts out and having the funds transferred to a digital wallet. At least this way Erris still had access to their joint account. Oh why did I have to think about her?
    Desperate to take her mind off what she had left behind, she said, “How is the account, a nyway? I mean, we’ve spent a lot now.”
    With a lazy wave of his hand, Jason said, “Seito fixed that already. He’s keeping an eye on our finances now—or someone is.” He went and sat at the little table and pulled out his tablet: an act that had become a sort of monotonous routine at every stop on the road they had made. “We’re valuable assets now, remember?”
    “Uh-huh.” She didn’t at all like that they were still tacking on more offenses to those they had committed so far. But then, when you were on the run from superpo wers like Silte and the GPA your very existence was an offense, at least so far as it took place outside of their custody. When you considered that, breaking a few laws didn’t seem so horrible as long as no one got hurt. There was probably no going back for her anyway.
    “I’m going to check in with Seito,” Jason said. “You might want to pull a chair up. He’ll probably have some new information from the AC. Maybe instructions or something.”
    Now intrigued, Sabrina pulled the other chair around the table to sit by him as he sent a vid-call request to his friend. According to Jason’s assurances, the communic ation app he used to stay in touch with the Anti-Corp via Seito was completely secure and untraceable; it apparently would not even work if Sabrina tried to use it alone on his tablet. The only way it was even accessible while she, never having been a member of the hacktivist group non-E, sat here was because Jason had turned off some of the more strict (and perhaps unnecessary) security features. She didn’t like being entirely dependent on another person with something so vital, but at least he was proving loyal and trustworthy so far.
    “Where are you?” Seito’s voice, fast and high-pitched, rang out two seconds before his fra ntic face appeared on the screen.
    “Dallas, south edge of downtown,” Jason said. “We just—”
    “Get out of there!” The alarming volume to his voice made both Jason and Sabrina jump. “Get in your car and go now. South. Highway. I’ll call you soon.” The call cut off at his end, leaving a stunned silence behind.
    After a few seconds of staring at the blank screen, Jason asked, “Do you think we should go?”
    “What do you think?” Sabrina asked. “He’s your friend. Do you trust him enough to listen to him?”
    For a while, Jason was silent, deep in thought. “If Seito says to go,” he said, “we should go.” He stood up quickly, crossing the room to the bags and grabbing a full load. “We should go now. You finish here. I’ll get the car.”
     
    *  *  *
     
    It was a little after 7 p.m.; the evening rush—no more than a slight slowdown in recent days—was over, but there was still enough light in the sky that some of the headlights weren’t on yet. It was hot, stifling, even with the climate control keeping their bodies at an optimal temperature; the sweat covering Sabrina after her luggage-laden jog from the room to the car was refusing to dry, making her feel sticky and disgusting. Texas is hot, she thought, not for the first time.
    I-45 out of Dallas was oddly deserted. Despite this, Jason drove her car carefully, staying close to the speed limit; getting pulled over for speeding was not an option for them. The GPA didn’t bother with traffic stops, but if the Lone Star Rangers or the Southern Patrol pulled them over it was a sure bet Guardian would find out. Though, if Seito’s panicked state wasn’t just paranoia, then they may not need to worry about private police or militia outside of the city since they would presumably all be rushing