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time is it?”
“It’s almost ten at night,” Kenji tells me. “It’s hard to tell
underground, but we all try to be aware of the clocks. We
have monitors in the hallways, and most of us try to wear
watches. Losing track of night and day can screw us up
pretty quickly. And now is not the time to be getting too
comfortable.”
“How do you know Warner isn’t dead?” I ask, nervous.
“We just saw him on camera,” Kenji says. “He and his men
are patrolling this area pretty heavily. I managed to hear
some of their conversation. Turns out Warner got shot.”
I suck in my breath, try to silence my heartbeats.
“That’s why we got lucky last night—apparently the
soldiers got called back to base because they thought
Warner was dead. There was a shift in power for a minute.
No one knew what to do. What orders to follow. But then it
turned out he wasn’t dead. Just wounded pretty bad. His
arm was all patched up and in a sling,” Kenji adds.
Adam finds his voice before I do. “How safe is this place
from attack?”
Kenji laughs. “Safe as hell. I don’t even know how they
managed to get as close as they did. But they’ll never be
able to find our exact location. And even if they do, they’ll
never be able to break in. Our security is just about
impenetrable. Plus we have cameras everywhere. We can
see what they’re doing before they even plan it.
“It doesn’t really matter, though,” he goes on. “Because
they’re looking for a fight, and so are we. We’re not afraid of
an attack. Besides, they have no idea what we’re capable of.
And we’ve been training for this shit forever.”
“Do you—” I pause. Flush. “Can you—I mean, do you have
a . . . gift, too?”
Kenji smiles. And disappears.
He’s really gone.
I stand up. Try to touch the space he was just standing in.