"W-what? What happened, John?" El sounded scared.
"I don't know what you did, but they have your alias!" John snapped. "'George Thompson' is splashed all over the monitors in there. They are scrubbing the reroute right now. If she breaks that loop, they'll have your GPS coordinates in minutes. You're burning us both, you idiot!"
"No... no, that's bad. That's really bad," El stammered.
"You think?"
"What do I do? John, what should I do?"
"Listen to me, because you never fucking listen. Right now, you take that phone and you smash it to pieces. I mean a hammer, El. Then shut down the reroute and get the hell out of that apartment. Don't take your car. Don't take anything that pings."
"Where do I go?"
"Go to Aunt Elsie's and stay there. Don't breathe, don't call me, and don't even look at a screen until I tell you it's clear. You got that?"
