THIRTY-SIX
We’re all sitting on benches around the training room. Warner is sitting next to me and I’m doing everything I can to make sure our shoulders don’t accidentally touch.
“All right, so, first things first, right?” Winston says, looking around. “We have to get Sonya and Sara back. The question is how.” A pause. “We have no idea how to get to the supreme.”
Everyone looks at Warner.
Warner looks at his watch.
“Well?” Kenji says.
“Well, what?” Warner says, bored.
“Well, aren’t you going to help us?” Ian snaps. “This is your territory.”
Warner looks at me for the first time all evening. “You’re absolutely sure you trust these people?” he asks me. “All of them?”
“Yes,” I say quietly. “I really do.”
“Very well.” Warner takes a deep breath before addressing the group. “My father,” he says calmly, “is on a ship. In the middle of the ocean.”
“He’s on a ship?” Kenji asks, startled. “The capital is a ship?”
“Not exactly.” Warner hesitates. “But the point is, we have to lure him here. Going to him will not work. We have to create a problem big enough for him to be forced to come to us.” He looks at me then. “Juliette says she already has a plan.”
I nod. Take a deep breath. Study the faces before me. “I think we should take over Sector 45.”
Stunned silence.
“I think, together,” I tell them, “we’ll be able to convince the soldiers to fight on our side. At the end of the day, no one is benefiting from The Reestablishment except for the people in charge. The soldiers are tired and hungry and probably only took this job because there were no other options.” I pause. “We can rally the civilians and the soldiers. Everyone in the sector. Get them to join us. And they know me,” I say. “The soldiers. They’ve already seen me—they know what I can do. But all of us together?” I shake my head. “That would be amazing. We could show them that we’re different. Stronger. We can give them hope—a reason to fight back.
“And then,” I say, “once we have their support, news will spread, and Anderson will be forced to come back here. He’ll have to try and take us down—he’ll have no other choice. And once he’s back, we take him out. We fight him and his army and we win. And then we take over the country.”
“My goodness.”
Castle is the first to speak.
“Ms. Ferrars,” he says, “you’ve given this a great deal of thought.”
I nod.
Kenji is looking at me like he’s not sure if he should laugh or applaud.
“What do you think?” I ask, looking around.
“What if it doesn’t work?” Lily says. “What if the soldiers are too scared to change their allegiance? What if they kill you instead?”
“That’s a definite possibility,” I say. “But I think if we’re strong enough—if the nine of us stand united, with all of our strengths combined—I think they’ll believe we can do something pretty amazing.”
“Yeah but how will they know what our strengths are?” Brendan asks. “What if they don’t believe us?”
“We can show them.”
“And if they shoot us?” Ian counters.
“I can do it alone, if you’re worried about that. I don’t mind. Kenji was teaching me how to project my energy before the war, and I think if I can learn to master that, I could do some pretty scary things. Things that might impress them enough to join us.”
“You can project?” Winston asks, eyes wide. “You mean you can, like, mass-kill everyone with your life-sucking thing?”
“Um, no,” I say. “I mean, well, yes, I suppose I could do that, too, but I’m not talking about that. I mean I can project my strength. Not the . . . life-sucking thing—”
“Wait, what strength?” Brendan asks, confused. “I thought it’s your skin that’s lethal?”
I’m about to respond when I remember that Brendan and Winston and Ian were all taken hostage before I’d begun to seriously train. I don’t know that they knew much about my progress at all.
So I start from the top.
“My . . . power,” I say, “has to do with more than just my skin.” I glance at Kenji. Gesture to him. “We’d been working together for a while, trying to figure out what it was, exactly, I was capable of, and Kenji realized that my true energy is coming from deep within me, not the surface. It’s in my bones, my blood, and my skin,” I try to explain. “My real power is an insane kind of superstrength.
“My skin is just one element of that,” I tell them. “It’s like the most heightened form of my energy, and the craziest form of protection; it’s like my body has put up a shield. Metaphorical barbed wire. It keeps intruders away.” I almost laugh, wondering when it became so easy for me to talk about this stuff. To be comfortable with it. “But I’m also strong enough to break through just about anything,” I tell them, “and without even injuring myself. Concrete. Brick. Glass—”
“The earth,” Kenji adds.
“Yes,” I say, smiling at him. “Even the earth.”
“She created an earthquake,” Alia says eagerly, and I’m actually surprised to hear her voice. “During the first battle,” she tells Brendan and Winston and Ian. “When we were trying to save you guys. She punched the ground and it split open. That’s how we were able to get away.”
The guys are gawking at me.
“So, what I’m trying to say,” I tell them, “is that if I can project my strength, and really learn to control it? I don’t know.” I shrug. “I could move mountains, probably.”
“That’s a bit ambitious.” Kenji grins, ever the proud parent.
“Ambitious, but probably not impossible.” I grin back.
“Wow,” Lily says. “So you can just . . . destroy stuff? Like, anything?”
I nod. Glance at Warner. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he says. His eyes are carefully inscrutable.
I get to my feet and walk over to the stacks of dumbbells, all the while prepping myself mentally to tap into my energy. This is still the trickiest part for me: learning how to moderate my strength with finesse.
I pick up a fifty-pound free weight and carry it over to the group.
For a moment I wonder if this should feel heavy to me, especially considering how it weighs about half of what I do, but I can’t really feel it.
I sit back down on the bench. Rest the weight on the ground.
“What are you going to do with that?” Ian asks, eyes wide.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask him.
“You’re telling me you can just, like, rip that apart or whatever?” Winston says.
I nod.