The Newton Prophecies

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Savanna's hands trembled. Her eyes focused on the bags.
         The sudden power and fury of the voice screaming--Don't push the button!--in her headset startled her; she didn't realize she had pushed the button until she saw DiBianco spring out from a thick of bushes to the left of the hospital's entrance, sprinting like a chetah toward the bags.
         It worked.
         "Oh shit, it worked!"
         DiBianco was barefoot, a hospital gown barely covering his privates.
         A lanky young man, dressed in tight jeans and a white polo shirt--a small black bag dangling from his shoulder--struggled to keep up.
         Savanna gazed from afar with shocking displeasure.

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