Webb and followed her from a distance.
She had taken care of herself with the son-of-a-bitch Sov soldier, but Webb's interference was bad.
"I know this area, we have to get out of this onslaught." Connor pressed.
"Then go, Connor!" Lawton seethed between her teeth.
"You can't do anything dead - and that's what you'll be when the Sov catches you - and they will, there are patrols everywhere!" He warned.
Connor's eyes scanned over the landscape and rested at the horizon that was already touched with the dawn. "Everything you said was right! Let me fight with you!"
"You just destroyed all of these people …" Lawton accused.
"No! It wasn't me - it was all Webb! I had no idea this was going to happen here."
"And what happened to Old Manhattan?" She hissed.
"I never made contact with Sovereignty officials and when I was being brought to Main Rebel Headquarters I showed them the tracker had been placed in my leg so they'd remove it. I never sent the coordinates for Northeast or MRH." He confessed.
"You're supposed to kill me!"
"I could never hurt you,"
"How can I trust you?" Lawton demanded.
"Take the risk if you can. Believe … but we've got to get out of here now!"
Noah Connor held out his hand, and Rachel Lawton took the risk.
They ran a short distance before Connor pushed aside a large circular metal disk.
"What is it?" Lawton asked.
"Just hurry up," Connor rushed her.
She was concerned it was another trick or trap but her options were limited to none. Lawton saw the descending ladder and climbed down quickly into the dark.
"Keep moving," Connor's voice said urgently.
She hit the bottom, looked and saw a series of tunnels, much tighter than the subways and with no rails.
"What is this place?" Her voice was shaking from adrenaline and mistrust.
"Used to hold sewage for the city several decades ago. The city had flushed them out to use as bomb shelters during the Great War."
"How did you know?"
"My grandfather's stories when I was young." He qualified. "We've got to get distance put between us and them."
So they ran.
"Do you know where we're going?"
"Not a clue," he answered truthfully. "But I'm using a compass."
After four miles of steady running, and Lawton broke.
"I need a break," she breathed hard.
"It was only four miles," Connor had seen her running skills.
"Yeah, but I'm exhausted. I only had three hours of sleep last night."
"Before an op?"
"I had things to take care of!" Lawton bristled.
"I tried to find you the entire day!" He verified. "I finally waited for you at your apartment - you never came back."
"No, I never did."
"You know, I had made up my mind back at the soccer field."
"You had?" Lawton was stunned.
"Being sent to Headquarters and the Northeast Division was the only out from the Sov I had ever had offered. I had no idea how to play it out, which to trust, or what I was going to do. I still don't know how to rescue my sister." Connor continued. "We're also not entirely safe down here either. If they think anyone escaped they may purge it like they did the subway. I moved us west away from the design of the subway tunnels… but we're still only five miles out of the attack zone above us, I've seen mezzanine doors. I don't know if they open to rooms or control panels, or equipment. But I'll climb up and see what it is."
Connor climbed a latter that went midway up the side of the sewage tunnel and climbed over the waist high metal railing. An old red fire extinguisher sat behind a glass cabinet. Connor smashed the glass with his elbow, removed the extinguisher and used it to bust off the door lock.
"It's a room!" He called down to her. "We're safest here. I have enough water for three days and rations for two. Do you have any supplies?"
"I have two days worth of water and nutritional rations for a day."
"Lawton, after you get some sleep, we could move twenty miles out unless the passages are blocked further up. That's a good distance from the sweep range. And I