One adjutant, nearest the door, was sitting at the table in a Persian dressing gown, writing.
She made her way to the nearest waiting room.
He strode beside her, whipping out his cell as they headed toward the nearest exit.
Lana glanced at Mike as he released her and dashed into the nearest of the three buildings.
He looked up instinctively, sensing something different about this thunder. It didn't sound like the rumbling thunder he'd heard in the mortal world. It sounded like an explosion in the sky. The jungle canopy blocked his view, so he leapt up to catch the branch of the nearest tree. He scaled the tree quickly, stopping only when he broke through the layers of leaves. More tiny explosions came, and he twisted to see what they were.