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Under a bridge a few kilometers further they stopped and waited, so far they had been spared from pursuers. This was their meeting point, where Aiden and Viktor were supposed to pick them up. Her footsteps echoed under the stone vault, but Aurelia could still hear the distant sound of the engine of a car. Finally he came to a stop directly above them, tires screeching. They left their cover, struggled up the small slope, and escaped into the interior of a small old Renault Clio.
Viktor lurched the cart sped up and pressed the gas pedal to get it out of town as quickly as possible, it would soon be blocked off with roadblocks. He took a hidden dirt road directly through the Grunewald and only used regular roads again in Potsdam.
Row was on Aiden's lap in the passenger seat. He mumbled to Viktor: "Damn, I can't believe this daredevil shit worked!" Then he cradled Row in his arms and talked quietly to her. This looked torn and worn, but now it radiated a burgeoning calm.
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