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“The food was also gray.”

Arthur walks into the kitchen holding an ice pack against his face.

“It had eggs.”

Everyone looks at him.

“How do you know?” Trent asks.

“Because I’ve eaten one.”

Will stops beside the security-room door.

“That explains a lot.”

For the first time since waking, I laugh.

Seven former Delta Force soldiers fill the safe house.

They are loud.

Too large for the kitchen.

Armed.

Injured.

Arguing about a gas-station burrito while one of their homes burns.

And every one of them came because Navarro threatened me.

Kane’s gaze drops to the backpack.

“Everything there?”

“I think so.”

“Good.”

“Thank you for trying to save it.”

His expression becomes serious.

“I didn’t.”

“You went there.”

“I was too late.”

“You stopped the men.”

“Eli saved the bag.”

“Then I’ll thank him too.”

“He’s at the hospital,” Sean says. “Smoke inhalation and a burn on his arm. Vega said he’ll be fine.”

“I want to see him.”