Chapter 17

The two of them stopped near the cheetah compound. Nothing seemed to be out of order there so far.

Carl looked around, hearing shouts and metallic clangs, running footsteps and other abnormal noises. “I don’t know what to do,” he grumbled. “I feel so fucking helpless, worthless. If your count is right, it’s going to be way beyond what the hundred or so security people we have can handle. I guess the head of security will call local law enforcement. They can only spare so many officers to help us, though.” A weight of dread and near-despair settled over him.