Meg slumped back against the seat, the effort leaving her trembling, the sharp tang of blood thick in her mouth. The world swam slightly, a nauseating mix of pain and the car's smooth motion.
Okay, signal sent. Maybe. Assuming the cheap thing even worked after all this time, assuming Fin wasn't halfway across the country, assuming he could even do anything against these professional thugs and whatever Association hellhole they were dragging her towards.
Assuming a lot. But it was done. Now what?
She couldn't just sit here and wait for whatever horror awaited her at the end of this ride. Stalling them, that was the only way, she needed a distraction, something to slow them down, buy Fin time… if he was even coming.
Her eyes darted around the sterile interior, landing on the impassive face of the suit beside her. An idea sparked, stupid and desperate, but maybe, just maybe…
"Hey," she mumbled, her voice thick and distorted by her swollen jaw. "I... I gotta pee."
