Chapter 441: Thursday. Dauria-Mongolia Border.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Silas kept close to Ekko's back watching over his shoulder. He had a hand on his weapon ready to draw it if need be.

In the span of five minutes everything had gone to hell. That sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that another shoe was going to drop hadn't expected this.

This wasn't a shoe dropping. It was a hundred pound weight, crushing everything under it.

"We need to move faster," he said. "Those border guards aren't carrying anything more than a nine mil and the Daurians are packing real fire power."

More yelling had Silas glancing back.

All of the Mongolian guards were now out of sight, likely on the bridge.

Then there was everyone else.

The camera crews had reacted first. Now, cameras were aimed at them, catching whatever this was on film. A few were keeping pace with Silas' group. For the first time since he'd seen Ekko, she wasn't paying the cameras any attention. She stared straight ahead and walked as fast as the man at her side could.

The protest