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“For my condition? Yes. For yours?” He pauses. “I’m
uncertain.”
“And the others—what—they’re—”
“You can meet them, if you’d like.”
“I—yes—I’d like that,” I stammer, excited, 4 years old and
still believing in fairies.
I freeze at a sudden sound.
Footsteps are pounding the stone. I catch the pant of
strained breathing.
“Sir—” someone shouts.
Castle starts. Stills. Pivots around a corner toward the
runner. “Brendan?”
“Sir!” he pants again.
“You have news? What have you seen?”
“We’re hearing things on the radio,” he begins, his broken
words thick with a British accent. “Our cameras are picking
up more tanks patrolling the area than usual. We think they
may be getting closer—”
The sound of static energy. Static electricity. Garbled
voices croaking through a weak radio line.
Brendan curses under his breath. “Sorry, sir—it’s not
usually this distorted—I just haven’t learned to contain the
charges lately—”
“Not to worry. You just need practice. Your training is going
well?”
“Very well, sir. I have it almost entirely under my
command.” Brendan pauses. “For the most part.”
“Excellent. In the meantime, let me know if the tanks get
any closer. I’m not surprised to hear they’re getting a little
more vigilant. Try to listen for any mention of an attack. The
Reestablishment has been trying to pinpoint our
whereabouts for years, but now we have someone
particularly valuable to their efforts and I’m certain they
want her back. I have a feeling things are going to develop
rather quickly from now on.”
A moment of confusion. “Sir?”