The sound of the choppers, the horses and their own hearts pounding was completely overwhelming. When they picked up speed, Isamu lost count. He clamped his eyes shut and practically choked his horse, desperately clinging just to stay on.

At first, Minoru didn’t even notice. Jack was coming up behind them, and the Financial District was dead ahead.

But those orders... don’t look back...

Even Minoru screamed in utter terror when more gunshots beget even louder rocket launchers. He couldn’t help himself. He turned toward his brother, and saw Jack in the periphery - fighting to keep them alive. It was brutal. It was horrifying. This whole world was heart-wrenchingly horrifying...

“You have a job to do, Fan Man.” He spat at himself, taking a deep breath as the horses continued to sprint underneath the battle.

“Isamu! Directions! Now!”

“I can’t!” He spat between heaving breaths. Rarely did Isamu speak in contractions. He was panicking, and understandably so.

“Yes, you can!”
“Can’t!”
“Breathe! In! Out! You gotta open your eyes! I don’t know where to go!!”

“...”

“Bro!!”

The answer was a squeak compared to his usual voice, but it was an answer. “...park... stay right... Liberty... is five streets... past park... then left...”

“We’re almost there!”