Cathy Weber ignored the little girl's emotions and frantically pressed the stop-request button. Luckily, there was a stop before the intersection where the vision had taken place, and the bus pulled over smoothly. She grabbed Anya Corazon again and prepared to get off.
Pushing the South American girl she had saved forward, Cathy Weber ran past the Black girl who had also been shot in the vision. Without a second thought, she grabbed her and pulled her along.
The Black girl, suddenly yanked to her feet, had no idea what was going on. Looking utterly bewildered, she followed them off the bus.
After pausing briefly, Cathy Weber looked around and considered where to go next. The Black girl shook free of her hand. "Hey, what is wrong with you? I haven't even reached my destination yet."
Before anyone could react, two vans came speeding in from the front and rear, boxing them in. The drivers did not care in the slightest as they mounted the sidewalk and slammed to a halt, even knocking other vehicles crooked.
At the sight, Anya Corazon cried out in despair, "No way, again?!"
"Again what?" the Black girl asked, completely baffled.
Just as Anya Corazon had guessed, two people emerged from each van, four in total, closing in from both directions. They even thoughtfully fired their guns in the street, reminding the people they were chasing to run.
The Black girl stopped talking nonsense after that. When someone pulled her along, she ran.
Led by Cathy Weber, the three of them rushed into the subway station, with their pursuers close behind. New York subway stations were packed with people. Even with gunshots warning everyone to get out of the way, the crowd was still dense enough to conceal Cathy and the others, making it difficult