sample of my DNA when I first arrived at Beta
headquarters. They needed someone with—with more than one anomaly. They used it
to engineer the Thirteen-Fourteen Hybrids.
“It’s
not your fault, Sammy,” Levu said. “They’re disgusting. They should all be
killed for what they did to Antonio and Kobe and Kaden.”
A
moment of quiet swept over the group. Sammy knew his friends were reliving the
awful battle they’d survived in the garage of the N building in Orlando. Aegis
and Thirteens had tried to trap and kill them, but his friends had broken
through the ambush and escaped, losing Kobe, Kaden, and Antonio in the process.
Sammy, on the other hand, heard Levu’s words echoing in his head: They’re
disgusting. They should all be killed .…
Thirteens.
Me.
“So
you’re saying,” Ludwig said to Sammy, “that this fox guy—the most powerful man
in the whole world—used your DNA to create an army. Okay, that I can buy. But on
the evening of this massive, world-altering strike, this same guy hacked into
our coms systems, lured you out of Beta HQ, and had you fly halfway around the
world just so he could chat with you over a friendly chess match. Yeah … that
part I have a hard time believing.”
Sammy
had told no one of his secret. He wanted it that way. No one would ever know or
understand the dark demons he fought. The darker half inside, the half that had
been awakened by Stripe, the half that he sometimes held at bay by nothing more
than a fraying string, was the Anomaly Thirteen. He woke up almost every night
with visions of himself wearing the garment of the Thirteens: a red melting
into black uniform with the jagged 13 emblazoned on the chest. Sometimes his
nightmares included him seeing his reflection in the mirror, his face scarred
to the point of mutilation, teeth sharpened, bloody sclerae surrounding brown
irises. More than once he’d rushed to the toilet and thrown up from the images
stuck in his head.
“No,”
Sammy said. “It went deeper than that. He wants me on his side.”
Ludwig
pointed at Sammy. “So he called you up, invited you over, and thought he could
convince you to switch teams?”
“It
bothers me that you don’t believe Sammy,” Kawai told Ludwig. “Has he ever given
you a reason to not trust him?”
“Did
I say I don’t trust him, Kawai? I’m trying to wrap my head around everything.
We’ve been here a week and have no plans, no idea at all of what to do! The
resistance is a floundering mess.”
“What
are you talking about?” Brickert asked. “They’ve got hundreds—”
“What
good are hundreds of people when they have no plan of action?”
“They’re
working on it,” Sammy said.
“How
do you know that?” Parley asked. “They haven’t included you in their meetings.”
“What
else would they be doing?” Sammy asked. “Listen, guys, I understand you don’t
want to be in Glasgow. I get that. Truthfully, I’d rather be other places, too.
But we’re safe here, and we can be of use.”
“Sammy’s
right,” Li said. “What is this bickering going to accomplish?” He spoke to
everyone, but mostly stared at Ludwig, who looked shocked that his friend
wasn’t taking his side. “Ludwig, Parley, you guys aren’t even being honest. The
real reason you’re so pissed is because you want to go home.”
“What?”
Levu asked, looking at Parley and Ludwig in disbelief. “This is all because
you’re homesick?”
“It’s
not homesickness!” Miguel said.
Rosa
firmly nodded her agreement.
“Our
little brother was at Beta headquarters. Don’t forget that! Marie was at Alpha.
For all our parents know … our parents… ” Miguel’s voice broke, but he spoke
on, determined to have his say. “… They think they lost all four of their
children a week ago. Are Rosa and I supposed to not let them know we survived?”
“Gregor
was at Alpha, too,” Parley added. “Our mom probably thinks the same thing.”
“I—I
have thought about it as