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that?" Clemente asked, as if actually understanding the agent's muffled outraged words from beneath the packing tape. "The transgenics tied you up and took your uniforms?"
    Another growl erupted from the agent as he fought against the tape that bound him.
    The detective chuckled and his grin grew even wider. "No way!"
    White's eyes went wide with anger and he yelled something—probably obscene—that was again swallowed by the tape.
    As if making sure he was understanding White correctly, Clemente asked, "And you want me to go after them?"
    The NSA agent's cold stare carried every ounce of anger and hatred that the tape wouldn't allow him to utter.
    "Now that's a good idea," Clemente said as he rose. He went to the door with his men on his tail, none of them making any move to untie White or his cronies.
    As he stepped into the hall, the detective heard another muffled scream from White. It sounded quite a bit like, "Son of a bitch," even with the tape over the man's mouth.
    Clemente allowed himself to enjoy the moment, then took off at a run for his car.
    White wasn't the only one who'd been fooled by the transgenics, and Clemente—the pleasure of seeing the arrogant

    White hung out to dry receding in his mind as his duty kicked in—wasn't going to let this slide. Now he would catch the transgenics, and succeed where White had screwed up.
    And let Ames White stare into Clemente's smug smile, for a change.
    The crew had lapsed into silence; the tension of the long day finally seemed to be leaking out of them, and they all looked beat. Max was proud of her family, her friends. This day could have ended as the bloodbath Ames White had sought, and the transgenics' cause irrevocably hurt, had anyone besides CeCe—one of their own—
    been killed or injured.
    Not that Max and the others didn't hurt because of the loss of their sister; but had any of the "ordinaries" died, well, that would have been the end of her hope of getting the humans to accept them as equals. She was just settling down to rest herself, in the back of the van, when she heard the first siren.
    She looked out the rear window at the same moment Logan spotted the flashing lights in his mirror.
    "We've got company," he announced.
    Clemente's voice came to them over a loudspeaker from the lead car. "Stop your vehicles now or you will be fired upon!"
    Logan ignored him and kept driving.
    Again Clemente's voice came over the loudspeaker: "Pull over now or we will use deadly force to stop you."
    Looking out the windshield, Max said, "Don't stop—keep moving."
    Not slowing, Logan kept the van going straight down the middle of the street, Sketchy at the wheel of the ambulance behind him, following Logan's lead, the police cars close behind, but none of them moving forward to try and block their path.
    To Max, the trip to Terminal City seemed as though it took

    hours, not minutes. But finally they approached the locked gate of the no-man's-land the transgenics had claimed for themselves, signs proclaiming, NO TRESPASSING, IT IS A
    FELONY TO PASS THIS POINT, and BIOHAZARD. UNSAFE FOR HUMAN
    OCCUPANCY.
    "Go straight through," Max said, almost casually.
    Logan didn't hesitate in following her instructions—he pressed down steadily on the accelerator and slowly the van gained momentum as it neared the gate.
    "Hold on," he advised, and everyone in the van tried to burrow in for the impact.
    They slammed crunchingly through, the ambulance roaring in after them, right on their back bumper, police cars in a long line behind them. Inside the van, they rocked with the impact, then settled as they sped into the makeshift compound.
    "Right, left, then straight up the ramp," Max said.
    Driving like a lifelong racer, Logan followed her orders.
    As they accelerated up the incline, Max said, "Straight through the building."
    Again Logan complied, steering through the maze of concrete pillars as fast as was possible in the unwieldy van. Finally, they reached a barricade of junk