“So,” he started, then continued, slowly. “Do you think these will leave scars?”īrenda laughed. Then he examined some of the burns on his arms. I liked it a lot better being the one who pulled the trigger.” Thomas rubbed his face and let out a big yawn. “I can’t believe we both got shot by Launchers. Jorge got us a hundred or so miles away, then landed in a big clearing. “We’ve been flying that long? Where are we going, the moon?” Thomas swung his legs out and sat on the edge of the cot. Or passed out was probably more accurate. “Serious?” Thomas couldn’t believe it-it seemed like he’d just dozed off. Thomas had a sneaking suspicion that Brenda had done that-they looked like little kids, all snuggly and warm.īrenda had been kneeling next to his cot she now stood up and took a seat on a frumpy armchair a few feet away. Minho and Newt were taking well-deserved naps on a couple of ugly couches, blankets covering their bodies and tucked in under their chins. He lay on a low cot inside a large cargo hold that currently held nothing but a bunch of mismatched furniture. Thomas shifted to lean on his elbow and winced at the sharp pain in his leg where he’d been grazed by the bullet. He had no idea how those Launcher grenades worked, but he was happy he’d only been hit once. As if her wounds reminded him, he suddenly felt the sting of his own across his whole body. Her skin was pale and marked with streaks of dried blood, and there was black soot on her forehead and a bruise forming on her cheek. Thomas woke to see Brenda’s face staring down at him.
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