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“So, what’s the plan?” she asked.
“We need to find a way to get a message to Jameson and the squad.”
“You think there’s still active comms in the base somewhere?”
“I hope so.” I pulled my boots on. “I’ll go and take a look around. See what I can find.”
She made a scoffing sound. She rose, setting her hands on her hips. “Nice try. I’m coming, too.”
I scowled. “Colbie?—”
She glared. “Marc?—”
Standoff.
That stubborn look of hers arrowed into me. I looked at the ceiling. “Fuck.”
“We’re in this together, okay? If we see a monster, I’ll let you deal with it.”
“Fine.” I jerked my head. It seemed that I couldn’t say no to Colbie Erickson. “Let’s go exploring.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Colbie
Our footsteps echoed down the concrete corridor.
I kept expecting a monster to jump out of every shadowy corner. I kept my eye on Marc. He looked fine, but it would take a while for me to forget seeing him in pain, bleeding, dying.
I pulled in a shaky breath. I couldn’t imagine a world without him. Without his charm, his humor, the way he lit up a party, and lightened the mood.
He always found the fun in everything. And I knew the world needed that.
But a part of me knew it was a front. Zeke could brood, and get lost deep in his head. Marc considered it his job to pull his twin back into the light.
Marc liked to make people think he was never serious, but really, he was a protector, through and through.
He’d been willing to die for me to escape.
“These look like they were all personal quarters.”
At his voice, I looked up. He was looking inside a room. Beds were covered in rubble and dust, but once people had lived here and called it home.
I poked around. A small flash of white caught my eye. It was a deck of cards. “Look.” I lifted them.
“Wonder who they belonged to,” he murmured.
I slipped them into my pocket.
We continued on, and soon came out near what had to be the kitchens. The roof had caved in from the upper level.
“Look,” he said.
Two large skeletons lay on the ground.Raptors. I shuddered.
The skeletons were huge, so I bet seeing them in real life would’ve been terrifying.
I tried to peer through a partially blocked doorway into what had looked like some sort of recreation room. I couldn’t see much, but I noted an overturned table and a rotting couch. Dad had probably hung out here with Hell Squad. I wondered if we’d get to see the Hawk hangers. They were the earlier predecessors to the Talons.
