We moved as a group, Lisa’s soldiers in a tight circle around us with Bryce, Lisa, the rescued girl and me in the center.
The rescued girl has been markedly silent since we first saw Bryce. It’s been like she wasn’t there.
We made our way toward the nearest exit, but our way was barred by an unfolding brawl between two groups a good distance from the main spectacle. Rivals?
Well, that’s inconvenient.
Enemies seeing an opportunity to exact vengeance for some past event?
Perhaps.
The girl who’d been on the bench with Bryce ran for the thick of the melee surrounding the ring. She was shouting, almost screeching, “Thomas! Mom!”
Huh?
Oh… she might be getting help for Bryce. Shit.
Bryce struggled in an attempt to go after her, but Jaw held him firm.
I almost missed what happened next. A woman from the group fighting in front of us ran, and a band of young men charged after her, which brought them just in front of us.
Yeeah, this isn’t good.
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