Erik saw once again Amber's labored breathing and trembling limbs. Even if she recovered enough strength to teleport, she'd never be able to warp their entire group to safety.
The queen's screech echoed through the tunnels again, closer now. There was no time to wait.
"You," Erik said to the nearest clone. "Carry Amber. We need to move."
"Master, are we abandoning the shelter?" The clone scooped Amber into his arms, paying attention not to jostle her.
Erik nodded. "Staying here would be suicide. The tunnels will funnel them straight to us."
"But what about the Silver Line Corporation's facility?" Another clone stepped forward, in truth hoping Erik would have some kind of idea or plan to get through this situation. Indeed, the truth was that if not even the clones got a plan to get out of that situation without losing their camp, something they didn't, Erik had even fewer chances than them to find a suitable one.
