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hair. “I think he was hoping to manipulate the toxicity into a
poison of some kind.
“The first time I came up here, Warner thought I’d died.
The tracker is linked to all of our main processing systems—
an alert goes off whenever a soldier is lost. He knew there
was a risk in sending me, so I don’t think he was too
surprised to hear I’d died. He was more surprised to see me
return.” He shrugs, as though his death would’ve been an
insignificant detail. “There’s something about the chemicals
here that counteracts the molecular composition of the
tracking device. So basically—right now everyone thinks I’m
dead.”
“Won’t Warner suspect you might be here?”
“Maybe.” He squints up at the fading sunlight. Our
shadows are long and unmoving. “Or I could’ve been shot.
In any case, it buys us some time.”
He takes my hand and grins at me before something slams
into my consciousness.
“What about me?” I ask. “Can’t this radiation kill me?” I
hope I don’t sound as nervous as I feel. I’ve never wanted to
be alive so much in my life. I don’t want to lose everything
so soon.
“Oh—no.” He shakes his head. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you—
one of the reasons why Warner wanted me collecting these
samples? Is because you’re immune to it, too. He was
studying you. He said he found the information in your
hospital records. That you’d been tested—”
“But no one ever—”
“—probably without your knowledge, and despite testing
positive for the radiation, you were entirely whole,
biologically. There was nothing inherently wrong with you.”
Nothing inherently wrong with you.
The observation is so blatantly false I actually start
laughing. I try to stifle my incredulity. “There’s nothing
wrong with me? You’re kidding, right?”