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have trouble doing it. Why not? We wouldn’t be detected anyway.
    We landed on the sidewalk in front of the business, reappeared and walked as if we had always been there. Nobody honked a horn or pointed. The passersby ignored us, too. It was a shady part of the business district, so people tended to mind their business. No trees or anything green, save for sprouts of weeds, shot up between cracks in the concrete. We passed a wing joint and guys covered head to toe in red, hanging out in front of one of the two liquor stores on the block. Thank God none of us wore blue. With gang activity, the rates for the unit must be extremely low. I doubt even the Collective would look for us here.
    Pushing open the storage facility’s glass office door framed with iron bars, I led the girls inside. Both of them stuck close behind me for protection. A small chime jangled when the door slammed shut. The lobby was empty and no one waited in line in front of a box fortress of bulletproof glass.
    The clerk at the counter, an older Indian man with a slight build, graying black hair and bifocal glasses, had his head buried in an invoice. He noticed us when a text came through on Sasha’s phone.
    “May I be of some assistance to you?” he asked through the scratched glass.
    I approached him alone while Sasha checked her phone. It was difficult to understand some of his words, so I guessed what he said. “My name is Jason Champion,” I said through the speaking holes of the glass. “Debra Brown is my stepmother. She has a storage area here.”
    The name tag on his brightly-colored orange vest read “Nil.” Nil nodded yes. “How can I help you?”
    I understood that sentence. “She’s in the hospital, so I can’t get the key from her.”
    “Yes, yes.” Nil tapped his fingers and repeated, “How can I help you?”
    I took a slow breath. Rhapsody rubbed her hand across my back to help calm me down. Wasn’t it clear? “My stuff is in there, too. Will you let me in so I can get some of it?”
    He opened a rickety tan filing cabinet, pulled out a contract, and placed it on the counter. It was written in blue pen in Debra’s handwriting. At the bottom, I read my name and Aunt Dee’s as people who could access its contents.
    Nil clicked his tongue. “Current identification please?”
    I patted my front left shorts pocket, where I kept my bus pass, house keys, and Adderall. I didn’t forget that I’d torched my North High ID once they’d kicked me out. I just hoped the crystals on my neck had time-bending powers or something to make this go easier.
    Then I remembered – I had a scarlet emerald! I held up my hand and froze Nil.
    “Nice, Cap,” Rhapsody said, admiring my handiwork. “Didn’t know you could do that.”
    “I’ve got this. It’s number thirty-four,” I said to the girls. “You should feel the radiation from them. Don’t take too long, this isn’t as easy as it looks.”
    Rhapsody used the radiation from my necklace to ghost her and Sasha through the glass barricade. They took off running for the storage units.
    While they were gone, I made sure to concentrate on Nil, allowing him enough control to keep breathing. That alone started a throbbing, burning headache at the back of my skull. If I thought about freezing him too hard, his entire system might shut down and he’d die.
    It must be hard for someone without ADHD to do mind control. Staying focused, for me, was like continuous advanced calculus problems, and I suck at math. A fly buzzed around the room. I noticed the faded spots of paint on the wall. The telephone rang. Everything tried to distract me. Soon, my head felt like metal bars had been pounded through it. Trails of sweat dribbled down my face into my eyes.
    When I wiped them off and blinked my control over Nil broke. He took a deep breath. “Do you have your ID or…say, where did those girls go?”
    Instead of answering, I put Nil on pause again.
    Turning my back to him, I saw a couple of