The faint sound of sirens grew closer, an eerie reminder that time wasn't on their side. Scarlett moved quickly, shoving what little they had into a worn duffel bag. Her mind raced as she checked the blinds, the shadow of a patrol car flickering against the cracked motel walls.
"We can't wait any longer," Nathan said, his voice low but urgent. He slung his bag over one shoulder, his eyes scanning the room for anything they might have missed.
Henry nodded grimly. "Back door. Now."
They slipped into the cool night, the crunch of gravel beneath their boots the only sound. Vega held the door open, her rifle slung across her back. "You know this isn't going to hold them for long."
"Doesn't need to," Scarlett replied, her voice firm. "We just need to disappear."