"I feel like we're done for. The rain's stopped, and our luck's run out too."
Heinrich leaned against a tree, almost completely exhausted.
Adams looked at the car, battered by hail, and knew it was beyond repair.
He walked over to a dirt track and looked both ways, but even after a long wait, not a single car came by.
After escaping New York with Heinrich, Adams had deliberately taken back roads. Now they were in a stretch of woodland in the middle of nowhere.
There wasn't even a proper road, just a dirt track worn into the ground by people taking shortcuts.
The weather was bad today, so most people were probably staying home. Even if they went out, they wouldn't come this way.
"Fuck. The storm saved us, and now it's screwed us."
Adams glanced at the Molecular Synthesizer in the car. There was no way he and Heinrich could carry it out of here.
But the longer they stayed, the more likely something would go wrong.
He knew he had escaped so easily because Messiah's main force had drawn away the vast majority of the Illuminati's people.
On top of that, his hormonal ability had helped him fool the enemy, successfully getting them past two A-Rank Squads.
But now he had reached his limit. If they stayed here, the Illuminati would very likely find them.
"Old man, we have to go. We're leaving the Molecular Synthesizer," Adams said.
Lying beneath the tree, Heinrich said, "Who are you calling old? I'm barely a few years older than you."
"With stamina like that, what else would I call you?" Adams laughed.
"We can't abandon the Molecular Synthesizer," Heinrich panted. "You couldn't build one even if you had the blueprints."
"Face reality. If we run into another Illuminati combat squad,