Enemy Inside (Defectors Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF

methods.” His dark eyes flitted to me. “You want me to blow up a building full of PMC officials? Fine. But Rulon and Mariah always had this way of preying on the weak. The kids they can’t scare into following them into the fire, well . . . you know.”
    “So what, you’re a free agent now?” asked Logan.
    “I suppose I am. I’ll go where I can put my skills to use. Right now, that is not with Rulon’s division. He’s floundering, and when Haven told him off tonight, I knew it was time to move on.”
    “What will they do for food now that you’re gone?”
    “They have everything they need.”
    We walked in silence for a long while, and Greyson finally lowered his gun. We still had a couple miles before we would reach Sector X, but we were far enough away from camp that he seemed convinced we were not headed into an ambush.  
    Godfrey still had his gun slung over his shoulder, and he had not made a move to reach for it. He also carried a large rucksack, which made me think he had really packed up his belongings and left the camp for good. Like the three of us, all the rebels seemed to be able to carry everything they owned on their back.  
    He was dressed for the weather in a bulky black coat with what seemed like infinite pockets, a stocking cap, and enormous combat boots. With the snow sticking to his bushy black beard, he looked rugged and oddly more cheerful.
    Logan, Greyson, and I had decent boots, but we were only dressed in layers under our thin jackets. We had been issued hats and gloves from the supply tent, but heavy winter coats were coveted items in the rebel camp.
    Finally, after what seemed like hours, Godfrey stopped and turned to the three of us.  
    “You three need to prepare yourselves for what we’re about to do and what we might find. People who go into Isador don’t come out normal. Most people never come out at all. You need to accept right now that your friend Amory might not be himself anymore.”
    I nodded, but I felt sick. I couldn’t stand thinking about what the PMC might have done to him.
    “I need to know,” he said. “How far are you willing to go for him? Are you willing to do what needs to be done?”
    I shuddered, nodding once.  
    Greyson pulled his shoulders back and straightened beside me. “I am.”
    “Me too,” said Logan. Of the three of us, she looked the most excited for what was about to come.
    Godfrey shook his head. “You need to really consider this. If we get in there and he’s too far gone, we have to leave him. We can put him down if it’s the best thing for him, but we can’t bring out someone who’s a liability. Understand?”
    Greyson and Logan were looking at me. I bit down on my lip to keep the tears from coming.  
    “Haven,” said Greyson. “It’s what he would want. It’s what any of us would want.”
    I took a deep breath and nodded.
    “All right.” Godfrey clapped his hands and reached in his pack. Logan’s hand twitched to her gun, but he pulled out something white and folded. “Put these on.”
    He tossed me the white bundle of fabric, and I caught it as he pulled out a few others.
    I let the stiff folds of the material fall open in my fingers and gasped when I saw the insignia: the image of one all-seeing eye flanked by three stars inside an embroidered circle. Order. Compliance. Progress.  
    We were dressing as PMC.

CHAPTER THREE

    The PMC uniform was stiff and unfriendly. Even when I tucked the starched pant legs into my combat boots, they were still too big for me. The jacket was boxy and too light for the winter, meant to be worn under full riot gear and a bulletproof vest.  
    I gasped a little when we all turned to face each other after changing. Greyson looked imposing in a way I never would have believed possible. Clean-shaven with short hair, he would easily pass as a real officer, and his dark eyes were unforgiving,  
    Logan looked ordinary. Her usual radiance was muted by the stiff white polyester, and her