These rebels didn't mess around, Deion had to give them that.
It hadn't been even 48 hours since he and Alex had made contact with Lizzie's offer, and already the strike team was on its way back to Paragon ready to execute their plan.
And somehow, for reasons unbeknownst to Deion and Alex, they had found themselves included in that team.
Driving up the overgrown main road towards Paragon's gates in the official Paragon military vehicle the rebels had somehow procured, Deion glanced down at the Paragon-issued military uniform he had been instructed to wear. Jagged seams at the middle of the left arm and right pant leg had been crudely reattached with rough stitches, and a long gash across the torso of the camouflage jumpsuit - which had also been haphazardly sewn shut - struck directly across a dark, red-brown stain. The rest of the team - Carlos, Alessa, Isaac, Janie, and of course Alex, in this vehicle - was similarly outfitted.