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new identities,” she said finally. “We have money. We can get a plane out of here anytime we want.”
    â€œAnd go where? To live in slums in Europe? How about South America? I hear the favelas in Brazil are just great. Or perhaps you’d like to use some of that diamond money to get us somewhere that doesn’t smell like a sewer.”
    â€œYou know we have to keep out of sight while we’re here,” she said. “The fall virus and kids like us are still all over the news. In Europe things can be different. We’ll find somewhere far away—”
    â€œI don’t want somewhere far away!” Octavio interrupted, voice full of bitterness. “Nestor and I used to be treated like kings at HIDRA! Now look at how we’re living!”
    Sarah suppressed the urge to remind him of how he’d sided with Colonel Moss – a man who had wanted to turn all of them into slaves. In the final fight against Moss, Octavio had jumped sides, but she was well aware his allegiances were conflicted.
    â€œYou were a prisoner at HIDRA,” she said.
    Octavio looked away. “You call this being free?”
    For a moment Sarah didn’t know what to say. She turned back to the door, but paused before going inside again.
    â€œAfter we leave the country, you can go your own way if you want,” she told him. “If you think you’d be better off with Major Bright, you’re free to go and find him. Until then, keep your opinions to yourself. I don’t want the younger ones upset.”
    With that, she stepped back into the lounge and slid the door shut a little too quickly. It slammed loudly enough to make everyone inside look round.
    Louise sighed as she went past. “He’s a big baby.”
    Sarah gave no response as she walked through to her and Louise’s bedroom. It was small and bare apart from a double bed, but less crowded than the room the four boys shared. In the far corner lay an object that looked like an Egyptian sarcophagus except for the fact it was made of smooth, white plastic and had a window in the front. Inside the casket was Sarah and Robert’s father, Daniel Williams. He was one of the victims of the fall virus: he’d been on the plane with them when the meteorite hit and, like all adults exposed to the virus, had fallen into a deep coma for which there was no known cure. The casket was the only thing keeping him alive.
    As always, Sarah went to the casket first and checked the panel on the side. The computer displays showed he was perfectly healthy, but still deep in a coma – no change. There was never any change. Sarah hated to see him in the machine, but it was better than the thought of him stacked in one of the HIDRA intensive care warehouses where so many thousands of other virus victims were stored. At least here, he was with his family. She sighed and stood up as Nestor appeared in the doorway.
    â€œWhat about Daniel?” he asked. “If we’re really thinking of flying out of Australia, he isn’t exactly going to fit in the hand luggage.”
    Sarah shook her head. “I’m going to meet Rachel Andersen from HIDRA. Things have changed there. She’ll make sure he’s looked after when we’re gone.” From the bedside table she picked up a red box and placed it under her arm. Inside were blood samples from each of the children – much needed by Rachel and her team of scientists in their efforts to find a cure for the virus.
    â€œI still don’t trust her or HIDRA,” Nestor said. “I should come with you.”
    â€œNo. I need you here, Nestor. Just in case things kick off between Octavio and Louise again.”
    â€œIt’s not his fault, really,” Nestor said, defending his brother. “We’re all starting to get on each other’s nerves. It’s like we’ve been stuck in this place for ever.”
    â€œIt’s just for a few more days. Europe