I watched him carefuly as we walked through the empty halls. He seemed to be fighting a mental battle in his head, a very intense one, one that seemed, naturaly, to be about letting me take the crystal. He didn't fully trust me I could tell by the way he kept looking at me, like I was about to bolt, but he let me take the crystal, which was odd.
I, to be completly honest, didn't trust him either but I led him through the halls and out the back door. I glanced around nervously. Then, holding my watch (which doubled as a walkie talkie) up to my mouth I said: "I'm around back, be quick." A moment later the blue truck came zooming around the side of the building and came to a very short stop, leaving black skid marks on the hot pavement.
I jumped with skill, like I had done so many times before, over the rim and into the bed of the truck. A moment later the young guard (I still didn't know his name) landed with a thump right on top of me. I shoved him off and yelled "Get going!". The truck took off with a jolt and zoomed around the corner of the building again. I pushed my self up-right and chanced a glance at the teenage boy beside me. He looked scared and excited all at the same time but a wide smile had spread on his face. I remembered feeling that way when I first joined the resistance... I put a hand over my mouth so he wouldn't see the smile that gracefuly curved up my cheeks.