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you.”
    “He tortured you, Haven.”
    I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. We can’t kill him anyway. We’d wake up the whole camp.”
    “She’s right,” said Logan.
    “You can come out now.” The voice made me jump out of my skin.  
    I wheeled around, and Godfrey was standing in the shadows under the tree just a few yards away.
    Greyson and Logan snapped up their guns, aiming them at his chest.
    “You let us tie you to a tree so we can escape, or I’ll put a bullet in your brain,” Logan growled in a low, deadly voice.
    “Fine,” said Godfrey. He raised his hands in surrender. “Just thought I might be of help.”
    I exchanged a glance with Greyson, but Logan wasn’t having it.
    “I’m done letting rebels torture my friends.”
    Even with two guns on him, Godfrey looked relaxed. “It had to be done,” he said. “How else were you going to steal Rulon’s maps?”
    Logan blinked — something I’d never seen her do when she had her gun trained on a target.  
    “I had to throw the heat on her so you could get in there.”
    “He’s telling the truth,” I said. It all made sense now. “He lied to Rulon and told him I was training you in combat.”
    Godfrey frowned. “You really need to tone it down,” he said to Logan.  
    She looked confused.
    “You don’t hide the PMC thing well. I saw you coming a mile away. It’s dangerous.”
    Logan lowered her rifle.
    “We need to get the hell out of here,” he said. “They probably already know you’re gone.”
    “You first,” said Greyson.
    Following Godfrey through the woods back in the direction of Sector X, Logan and I kept exchanging nervous looks. It was possible he was leading us into a trap, but we didn’t really have another choice. We had the maps but no definitive plan for getting through the PMC checkpoint. And if Godfrey was lying, we couldn’t leave him alive or kill him without bringing all the rebels down on us.
    “So how do we get into Sector X?” I asked finally.
    Godfrey smirked. “Are you telling me you three didn’t have a plan? Not even a bad one?”
    I felt a sting of irritation. “I was a little busy.”
    He shook his head. “I figured as much. Well, your friend is being kept at Isador as a PMC guinea pig. The only way you’re getting in there is if you have someone who is real PMC. Those fake CIDs aren’t going to cut it. You need security clearance.”
    “What are you saying?” snapped Logan.
    Godfrey turned around, eyebrow raised, waiting for us to figure it out.
    “You’re the mole,” I whispered. “You’re helping the rebels get into Sector X to steal food and supplies.”
    “Among other things, but yes. That’s the general idea.”
    “What other things?” pressed Logan.
    “Weapons, ammunition, first aid supplies . . . toilet paper.”
    “Explosives?”
    “That’s my specialty.”
    “That’s why you weren’t in the riots at all that day,” I said. “You stayed out of the city so you wouldn’t blow your cover.”
    He nodded. “The fewer people on our side who know, the better.”
    “Did Mariah know?” I asked. I thought back to when Greyson had left us outside Sector X that day.  
    “Yes, she did. Everything Rulon knew, Mariah knew. In fact, toward the end, it was hard to tell who was really calling the shots.” His tone was even, but I could detect the undercurrents of resentment in his voice.
    “She’s out there,” I said.
    “That is a big risk for us, but since she’s infected, going to the PMC would be mutually assured destruction.”
    “What if she’s caught?”
    “She won’t be. Mariah always had a knack for . . . self-preservation.”
    “I don’t understand why you’re helping us,” said Greyson. His voice was still harsh, distrustful. “They’re going to notice you’re gone. Don’t you think they will figure out you helped us escape?”
    “I was ready to leave. Rulon’s camp has outlived its usefulness to me, and, truth be told, I’m sick of their