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main unit fried on contact with the chemical traces. That it
was corrupted by something in the atmosphere. He
arranged for a car to deliver and collect me after that, and
said we should leave the tank where it is.” He almost smiles.
“Warner was sending me up here against his father’s
wishes, and didn’t want anyone to find out he’d broken a
500-thousand-dollar tank. The official report says it was
hijacked by rebels.”
“Couldn’t someone else have come up and seen the tank
sitting here?”
Adam opens the passenger door. “The civilians stay far, far
away from this place, and no other soldier has been up
here. No one else wanted to risk the radiation.” He cocks his
head. “It’s one of the reasons why Warner trusted me with
you. He liked that I was willing to die for my duty.”
“He never thought you’d step out of line,” I murmur,
comprehending.
Adam shakes his head. “Nope. And after what happened
with the tracking serum, he had no reason to doubt that
crazy things were possible up here. I deactivated the tank’s
electrical unit myself, just in case he wanted to check.” He
nods back to the monstrous vehicle. “I had a feeling it would
come in handy one day. It’s always good to be prepared.”
Prepared. He was always prepared. To run. To escape.
I wonder why.
“Come here,” he says, his voice noticeably gentler. He
reaches for me in the dim light and I pretend it’s a happy
coincidence that his hands brush my bare thighs. I pretend
it doesn’t feel incredible to have him struggle with the rips
in my dress as he helps me into the tank. I pretend I can’t
see the way he’s looking at me as the last of the sun falls
below the horizon.
“I need to take care of your legs,” he says, a whisper
against my skin, electric in my blood. For a moment I don’t
even understand what he means. I don’t even care. My
thoughts are so impractical I surprise myself. I’ve never had