“About twenty minutes.” Peter set a cloth-covered bundle on the floor and unwrapped it.
“What’s all that?”
“Your chador.” He let the black fabric fall limply to the sides. “A flask of water, some bread, and a little cheese.”
She snatched the bread from him. “Food. Oh, it smells so good.” Ripping it in half, she gave him his portion before sinking her teeth into hers.
“I figured you’d be hungry.”
“Hungry isn’t the word I’d use. Try ravenous.”
Peter smiled and tapped the end of her bread with his.
“Cheers.”
Her answering smile lit up the tunnel brighter than the flashlight did. He felt it all the way to his groin.
Ravenous, yeah.
“So, now what do we do?” she asked between bites.
“We steal a car and get the hell out of the city as fast as we can.”
“Then what?”
“Let’s concentrate on getting out of here before we start worrying about anything else, ok.”
She stopped eating and stared at him. “That nuclear bomb isn’t going anywhere, Peter.”
“I know.”
“I’m already worried about it.”
He sighed. “We can’t do anything about it. When we get to the military base, we’ll tell them. They’ll send in a whole team of guys who’ll know how to deal with it.”
Georgia nodded slowly. “Ok. That sounds—reasonable.”
Peter’s eyebrows rose. “Your continued confidence in me is gratifying.”
“You’re not worried?”
He chewed silently for a moment, swallowing before answering her. “Oh, I’m worried. There’s about eight million ways this can go bad on us.”
Georgia took a swig from the water flask and immediately started to choke. “Yuck! What’s in the water?”
“Wine. Hopefully it’ll kill anything swimming around in it”
Georgia made a face. “It tastes awful.”
“Would you rather get sick?”
“No, it’s ok, I’ll drink it.” She took another sip, trying not to gag on the vinegary taste. “Remind me never to buy wine from around here.”
“Ditto.” He got up. “Finished?”
“Yes.”
She picked up the chador and shook it out. She draped its folds around her body and over her head, leaving only her face visible.