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She wasn't sure what to do with herself afterwards. How could she, after just remembering that she had probably betrayed all the people she was fighting so hard for? She had fooled them into trusting her and then stabbed them in the back.
Evan wanted to tell herself that she couldn't be sure. She had seen Teresa with the walkie-talkie first, but what if that was just her subconsciously trying to shift the blame onto someone else so she didn't have to live with it? What if it was just her lying to herself so she'd feel a little better?
Besides, what other explanation was there? Evanna was the only one from WICKED. The thought stopped her. Teresa was now working for WICKED. Did that mean ... She told herself to drop it for now. There was no way of knowing. She remembered too little to be sure, and Tommy had sure been certain that it had been her who betrayed everyone.
Shaking her head, Evanna forced herself to focus on the walk back to base. She had helped the Right Arm more than they initially asked for. She had told Garek what he needed to know, and he assured her he would keep Janson away from the control room and the tunnel on the day of the attack. Evan could only hope that he would succeed.
After everything she had done for them, surely now she had earned her right to see the Sandman. Lawrence had given her his word and Evan has given him no reason to go back on it. She hoped that when she got back to their hideout, that one of the guards would tell her the Sandman was ready to see her and bring her to him.
Her head was swimming with about a million thoughts. She was exhausted and frustrated. All she wanted, perhaps even more than seeing the Sandman, was to just lay down on a nice patch of soft grass and fall asleep. She hadn't seen grass in so long she forgot what it felt like, what it smelled like. Evan remembered that she loved it, but any more details than that were lost on her.
The Right Arm's hideout was coming into view and it automatically made her slow her pace. If she marched towards it too confidently and someone was following her, they'd instantly know where the rebellion was. Even though Evanna had already taken the most intricate detour she could think of, she didn't put it past any WICKED guards to follow her all the way from where she said goodbye to Garek.
From behind her, she heard screeching wheels and a crowd yelling at something. Turning around, Evan watched as a van – one of the Right Arm – came racing towards her. Whoever was driving it seemed to be in a big hurry. Some people who had yelled at it began chasing after it, as if that would do anything.
She frowned as it flew past her, heading directly towards the little garage opening not too far away from the hideout. The underground system would bring them to Lawrence without being too obvious to anyone who was looking. If anyone had followed Evanna and seen the commotion, they still wouldn't come anywhere close to the Right Arm.
