Colourless

Chapter 63

"Left and then down the escalators, and always walk in a formation," I muttered quietly, but my voice was clearly heard in the nervous silence.

I looked down at the frayed sleeve of the jacket, even with the borrowed uniforms we will still look out of place in our disheveled appearance. Our best bet is to walk quietly and swiftly out of here and hope that nobody stops us to question about the dried blood on our uniforms.

The vibrations reduced to a purr as the train slowed to a halt, the platform coming in view from the glass doors. I looked behind my shoulder, everyone was standing in a line with Zane at the very end. The doors slid open and I took a deep breath before taking a step down. I immediately jumped back when I saw a flash of asure uniforms.

"They are in the next buggy," and we have been very lucky to not have an encounter with them and I intend to keep it that way.

I counted them as they all filtered out one after the other, the buzz of activity from the station long forgotten. A total of ten officers got down and I peaked my head out, watching as they merged with another row of officers. There are too many of them.

I stepped down the train when they were out of sight and made way for others. The air here is a little thicker, a little dusty and stale. When I saw them stepping down I started walking, maneuvering through the groups of people scattered around on the busy station.

We turned left, two more minutes and we will be at the exit. And there are going to be officers there. I glanced back, they are all walking behind me, a straight line.

"Sir, can you help me a little?" I slowed at the words, glancing back to see an old lady holding Ian back. I took a swift U turn, "keep walking. Third exit, down the stairs and left in the parking lot, don't forget." I whispered stiffly to Beckett behind me and talked back to Ian, nodding at the rest of us to keep walking casually.

Ian looked at a loss for words, he kept glancing at the line moving forward and at the lady who was patiently waiting with her luggage. Zane regarded me with questioning eyes, and I nodded, faintly brushing his arm when he passed me.

"Good colours madam, how can we help you?" I asked the stunted lady. Ian glanced at me from the corner of his eyes and I gave a slight nod.

"Oh, I just need a little help loading my bags in the train, but the officer here looked confused. Are we not supposed to-" she said slowly glancing at Ian who stood stiffly.

I cut her off with a smile, "no of course not, my colleague here had a rough day and is just eager to meet his family, excuse him grandma," I smiled again and clutched the handle of her bag. I glanced back and took a relieved breath when I saw them join a group of officers moving out of the security checkpost. Nice call Beckett.

"Ah okay, come on, there is a lot of rush on the station, I just saw Mr. Sorin, he is a board member you know," I nodded along with her as we started walking behind her with our luggage.

"Where are we going madam?" I asked her, cuts stretching painfully on my arm. I winced at the sharp stab of pain.

"Oh, just to platform number 7," she mumbled distractly and my eyes widened. Number, 7 is on the other side of the freaking station. I nudged Ian with my elbow and he snapped his attention to me.

"But madam, if we are late we will miss our ride and platform 7 is on the other side of the station,"

"That is awful but I am sure you can hail a taxi and don't you have your hoverboards?"

"Ya we will be back in a bit," Ian replied and dropped the bags, before the lady even had the time to turn around he shrugged the bags out of my hands and pulled me with him. We ran away from her and effectively merged with the crowd.