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True to himself, he shouted to her: “Follow me if you want to live!” and then disappeared into a dead-end street.
Zoë ran behind him, because even if he was an idiot, he was still her superior officer. And she was going to die anyway, so, what did she have to lose?
But, surprisingly enough, he seemed to know what he was doing: at the end of the street there was a transport unit waiting for them, and it worked, and brought them away from the fire and to an Independents’ camp base.
Maybe he wasn’t so bad, after all.