Last Exit To Springfield Novels & Stories

Monday came and Shane had driven me to the small Springfield airport. He could only leave me at security since he wasn’t allowed past them because of COVID. He kisses me goodbye before I am called. The TSA agent says next then I go through security seeing Shane wave goodbye. I wave back blowing a kiss at him and he catches it putting it right on his heart.

The temporary break felt fragile. He pointed north. “Four more miles of mixed cover, then the final approach to the cache property. After that we are either inside the only remaining leverage or we are out of road.” Kennedy’s eyes met Fiona’s in the dark. No more intermediate shelters. No more partial extractions. The next stop was the last one that mattered before sunrise. Reyes put the truck in gear.