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more than a question. Jack smiled secretly. She'd always been good at steering conversations.
    “I've been studying it,” Breezer admitted. “Questioning as many Irregulars as I can.”
    “Seeing through lies,” Jenna said.
    “Finding the truth.”
    “Which is?” Jack asked.
    “Well, you know the basics. Evolve killed most of those it touched, and those who survived quickly developed a range of powers and abilities. Almost all of them were psychological. Some…almost supernatural. That's Evolve's first mystery. What I do think is that whether a person now calls themselves Irregular or Superior depends upon how dramatic the power they're developed. Superiors tend to have destructive, or more physically powerful abilities. Less human, some might say. The far more numerous Irregulars are healers, truth-seers, way finders. Other things, too.”
    “I'd figured that one out myself,” Jack said, thinking of what his father had become—Reaper, a man who killed with his voice—and those accompanying him. “The woman who brought us into London wanted the Irregulars and the Superiors to unite. Force their way out, and expose themselves to the world.”
    “I know Rosemary well,” Breezer said, nodding slowly.
    “You don't agree with her?” Jenna asked.
    “On the contrary, I was one of those who suggested the possibility in the first place. And I knew who she was creeping out of London to find. I'm convinced the only way anyone will leaveLondon alive is if the Superiors join with the rest of us. It was a long, long shot, thinking that bringing Reaper's children in would change the way he is. Persuade him to cooperate. But now…” Breezer looked at Jack with hungry eyes, and Jack glanced away to Jenna and Sparky. They were tensed, more alert. Worried. They all sensed a change in the conversation.
    “Now what?” Sparky asked.
    “Now that you're changing, Jack, maybe you'll be the one to lead us out. And I truly believe that the only hope of curing what's slowly killing us is to appeal to people outside. There are amazing people in London, but we need doctors and scientists, not diviners and fire starters.”
    “You need normal people,” Jenna said.
    “Yes,” Breezer said. “The world has to know the truth, because we need their help.”
    “Then our plan stands,” Jack said. “Escape London, expose the lie that everyone outside has been told. Reveal the truth.”
    “Tell everyone that London isn't just inhabited by monsters,” Sparky said.
    “Well, mostly,” Jenna said.
    “We'll help you in any way we can,” Breezer said. “But the sickness is spreading, and more and more people are succumbing. Everything's against the clock now, Jack.”
    “Not without my mother,” Jack whispered. “And not without my sister.”
    “But you can lead us! No one has ever been touched by Nomad. Few people have even seen her, and most still consider her a myth! Your powers might be—”
    Jack slammed his hand on the table. Cups jumped and spilled water, a plate shook to the floor and shattered. The impact echoed around the office, a haunting sound that slowly faded before anyone spoke.
    “I didn't come to start a war,” Jack said. “I'm no leader, and whatever's happening to me…” He was both angry and scared, so he concentrated on something solid that he felt could hold him firm—love. “I'm going for my mother and sister. They're what matters to me. And perhaps at the same time we can stop the girl. Blind the Choppers. Then you won't need anyone to lead you out.”
    “But no one knows where Camp H is,” Breezer said. “And even if you did, there's no way—”
    “There is a way.” Jack thought of Reaper, and the sense of fatherhood he'd sensed still within him. He had shunned Jack and sent him away to be hunted by Choppers, and yet Jack would as much give up on his father as he would his mother and sister, Emily.
    He stood, and his friends stood with him. “We need to rest,” Jack said. Breezer nodded.