think that. Weâre just looking for somewhere safe.â
Darius snickered.
âIâll let you in,â the gatekeeper said finally. âBut youâre on probation, which means thereâs a zero tolerance policy for B.S. No one in your party is under fourteen, so tomorrow youâll all work. No exceptions. No free rides in Domino Falls. And youâll have a very thorough searchâtake me at my word. You surrender all weapons until after quarantine. After that, sidearms only unless youâre part of a street or fence patrol.â
Thereâs always a catch, Kendra thought. She hadnât been armed long, but sheâd gotten used to it. They looked at one another, fidgeting.
âQuarantine?â Piranha said, suspicious. âWhatâs that for? Weâve got a dog. Youâd know if we were infected.â
The gatekeeper looked like he was up to his tonsils with questions, so the redhead with the huge handgun spoke up. âDogs donât always pick up a fresh bite,â she said. âWeâve learned that the hard way. Youâll be quarantined for twelve hours. My advice? Get some sleep. You sniff all right after that, youâre in.â
âOr we hit the road?â Terry said.
The woman gave them a nasty grin. She had shaggy chestnut hair and a slight chip in one of her front teeth, made more noticeable by the gleam in her eyes. Otherwise, her teeth seemed cosmetically white. Maybe Threadville had a good dental plan.
âYou belong to us now,â the woman said. âIf youâre bit, youâre dispatched.â
âDispatched where?â Kendra said. She imagined a concentration camp for the infected . . . until she remembered the burning freaks on the fences. She glanced at the men in yellow shirts again, noting their guns.
âTo a shallow grave, chica, â Ursalina said, chuckling.
âBefore theyâve turned?â Kendra said, horrified.
The woman shrugged. âConsider it a favor.â
âGot that right,â Ursalina said. âThis is war.â
The gatekeeper and the woman both glanced at Ursalina appreciatively. One of the yellow shirts bumped Ursalinaâs fist, although he didnât crack a smile.
âYour dog kennels with us,â the woman said. âMe and my brother will escort you to the quarantine site. Nameâs Jackie Burchett.â
She glanced toward the Twins again, and for the first time Kendra noticed the intrigue twinkling in her eyes. They smiled at her, whipping off their sunglasses, both of them rising from their bikes.
âDarius Phillips.â He tipped an imaginary hat, winking.
âDean Kitsap.â
Jackieâs grin glowed. They all introduced themselves, but her eyes stayed on the Twins. Kendra doubted Jackie had heard anyone else or cared about their names.
âOne thing, though,â Terry said. âIs there a mechanic?â
âI figured her for a junker,â Jackie said, assessing the bus. âYou might be better off scrapping her for barter. Think sheâll start back up?â
âItâll take some sweet talk, but sheâll start. Just donât know for how long.â
Jackie and the burliest of the other men headed toward a massive white pickup truck parked near the intake desk. âYeah, we can swing by Mylesâs place. Itâs on the way, heâs honest, and heâll take good care of you,â Jackie said. âJust follow us.â
Kendra didnât want to follow them. The womanâs presence made it doubtful that they were being led to a slaversâ trap, at least, but nothing soothed the alarm bell that had been sounding in her head since sheâd first seen the yellow shirts.
But Kendra tried to ignore the alarm, following her friends back into the bus.
Terry was ready to feel good. More than ready. But he wasnât there yet.
The Blue Beauty could barely push fifteen miles per hour as he tried to
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