Seph because, at twenty-five, he wasfar older and more patient than the hood-lums, and Kené because he seemed to be hell-
bent on letting the world know he wasn’t a
happy camper.Hyler could have fainted with relief. He de-scended back down into the base, being sureto secure the door above him.
Nathan leaned against the wall. “Oh God.I’m never going to get used to that smell.” His
dirty blonde hair, cut close to the scalp, wascaked with mud. He shakily got to his feet,and rested his concerned brown eyes on a fig-ure on the other side of the room. A boy with dark hair and intense blueeyes
the one they called
was al-most unconscious. He was losing blood. Andfast. Seph seemed to have used his signature
scarf to bound the boy’s leg wound, but it was
clear Storm still needed medical attention.Kené still had no problem ranting and rav-
ing about Storm’s poor tactical sk
the kid’s ineptitude
the strongholds you could have ranoff to, you chose
? He’s a mechanic! You’re
the Stenchies right to
the most vulnerable person of our sect!”
Hyler almost rounded on Kené, offended,but it was true that he
the most vulnera-ble. His stronghold was practically a bunga-low, a base point for all the machinery he op-erated. Moving to a larger compound wouldbe too obvious. Risky.Seph shot Kené a look that was so cold thatit shut the redhead up. He then went downthe other trapdoor, into the metallic glow that was the tunnel that led to the main base.hen Storm opened his eyes, heknew he was home. The smell of food and antiseptic greeted hisnose. He was unbearably cold, despite thethick blanket dredged up halfway over hisface and the warm layers of fabric over hisbody. When his eyes focused and everything wasnot so blurry anymore, Storm saw Jei.
“Rise n’ shine,”
the younger boy said dryly.
“And stuff your face. We got you some food.”
, gray hair was pulled high into hisusual topknot. A few strands fell into his face.His pale green eyes were still as cold as usual. Jei was younger than Storm by exactly three years, but often Storm found himself completely forgetting that the kid was only thirteen years old. Jei, like him, was a mutant too, just not inthe way the Stenchies were. The Stenchies were that way because of the Virus. Storm,Kené, Jei, and all the others were the way they were because of the Vaccine.
“How long was I out?” said Storm.
“Two days,” Jei replied. He had pulled out a
magazine and was thumbing through thepages. A few strands of his hair stuck to hisface, and then Storm realized he was sweat-ing.
“How hot is it in here?” he asked.
Jei glared at the magazine
You are not inthe condition to be asking so many ques-tions.