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Author: Katherine Alice Applegate
veins. She moved a few inches toward the elevator. Then a few more. The pain in her head made her nauseous. She gagged, paused for a deep breath, moved forward again.
<> Yago seemed unaffected by her physical distress. <>
“How long before they — hatch?” Tate gasped.
<>
Another few inches. Tate had crawled a few feet now. The elevator looked slightly closer
“Can they — grow — without more cells?” Tate asked.
<> Yago said forcefully.
<>
“How do you know?”
<>
Tate had to admit Yago had been right to get her moving. Maybe he was right about the Troika, too. Maybe she would be wise to trust him — at least a little bit.
She crawled up to the elevator and pulled herself into a shaky stand.
<> Yago demanded. <>
“I’m — I’m thinking maybe we should get rid of the Troika now,” Tate said. “While they’re helpless in those webs. If we could find some sort of weapon or make a fire —”
<> Yago said.
“How do you know?”
<> Yago insisted. <>
Tate tried to think. Yago was a coward. That much had been clear from the day they’d all gathered at Cape Canaveral, back before the Rock hit. And she didn’t see what good it would do to hide away in the basement. Amelia would find them eventually. And, even if Amelia wasn’t helpless now, she was bound to be stronger after she hatched.
They needed a plan.
Now.
CHAPTER 5
“I’M HERE, MOTHER.”
To keep Yago quiet, to buy time, Tate stepped into the elevator and took a too-fast ride down to the basement. The air was much clearer there. Tate could think again.
Thanks, Yago, she thought. He was pretty good at looking out for her skin now that her skin was his skin, too. Honestly, she felt pretty good. Her hunger was completely gone. Because
— because she’d just had such a big meal. The thought made Tate’s head spin. She would stop thinking about it. She had to.
The plan.
Forget this situation with Yago.
Think about what to do next.
Tate started to slowly walk across the basement.
What if she went Mouth? Could she destroy the Troika? Dicey. The mutation was too unpredictable. What if it didn’t appear when she needed it? They needed a more reliable weapon.
“What happened to your gun?” Tate asked out loud.
<> Yago said, sounding oddly amused. <>
“Nothing…”
<>
“Fine. Okay.”
Maybe Yago is right, Tate told herself. Maybe fighting the Troika was pointless. But hiding was pointless, too.
<> Yago said suspiciously. <>
“Nothing. Just trying to decide where we should hide.”
<> Well, no. But it wasn’t as if Tate could keep a secret from Yago for long. “I’m thinking we should — toss in the towel. Leave the Troika to their destiny.”
<> Yago repeated derisively.
“Yago,” Tate said wearily. “Calling me names isn’t going to make a big impression at this point.”
<> Yago said irritably.
<> Tate knew Yago was setting her up. Stop the Troika from doing what? She didn’t want to take the bait, but
<
“How long before they — hatch?” Tate gasped.
<
Another few inches. Tate had crawled a few feet now. The elevator looked slightly closer
“Can they — grow — without more cells?” Tate asked.
<
<
“How do you know?”
<
Tate had to admit Yago had been right to get her moving. Maybe he was right about the Troika, too. Maybe she would be wise to trust him — at least a little bit.
She crawled up to the elevator and pulled herself into a shaky stand.
<
“I’m — I’m thinking maybe we should get rid of the Troika now,” Tate said. “While they’re helpless in those webs. If we could find some sort of weapon or make a fire —”
<
“How do you know?”
<
Tate tried to think. Yago was a coward. That much had been clear from the day they’d all gathered at Cape Canaveral, back before the Rock hit. And she didn’t see what good it would do to hide away in the basement. Amelia would find them eventually. And, even if Amelia wasn’t helpless now, she was bound to be stronger after she hatched.
They needed a plan.
Now.
CHAPTER 5
“I’M HERE, MOTHER.”
To keep Yago quiet, to buy time, Tate stepped into the elevator and took a too-fast ride down to the basement. The air was much clearer there. Tate could think again.
Thanks, Yago, she thought. He was pretty good at looking out for her skin now that her skin was his skin, too. Honestly, she felt pretty good. Her hunger was completely gone. Because
— because she’d just had such a big meal. The thought made Tate’s head spin. She would stop thinking about it. She had to.
The plan.
Forget this situation with Yago.
Think about what to do next.
Tate started to slowly walk across the basement.
What if she went Mouth? Could she destroy the Troika? Dicey. The mutation was too unpredictable. What if it didn’t appear when she needed it? They needed a more reliable weapon.
“What happened to your gun?” Tate asked out loud.
<
“Nothing…”
<
“Fine. Okay.”
Maybe Yago is right, Tate told herself. Maybe fighting the Troika was pointless. But hiding was pointless, too.
<
“Nothing. Just trying to decide where we should hide.”
<
<
“Yago,” Tate said wearily. “Calling me names isn’t going to make a big impression at this point.”
<
<
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