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to guide her, every possibility could float around her mind. Especially the worst ones.

      Kate shook the thoughts out of her head, and climbed through the trapdoor. She gripped the overgrown grass and used it to pull herself up. The wind was soft, but cold. The sky had probably been clear all night, judging by the temperature.

      ‘Never stops being beautiful, does it?’ said Raj.

      Kate looked up. Raj had already stopped searching for clone patrols: they were almost unheard of in the countryside now, twelve months after the end of the purges. Instead he sat himself at the top of the hill and admired the view, waiting for Kate to join him, and then closed his eyes to pray in silence.

      Kate sat on the grass next to him, thinking about how curious it was that she and Raj Singh had ended up together: two Oakenfold Special School students who had never spoken back in the old days, largely because Raj was in a class specifically for dyslexic students who could barely read their own names. There were some great thinkers in that class, but none who would be able to complete a formal written exam. Raj himself had been a genius at anything that required visual-spatial thinking, and could come up with bright ideas that would never have crossed Kate’s mind, but his inability to record his brilliance on paper had left him in a class on the other side of the school to her. But here they were a year later, the autistic girl and the dyslexic boy, going out after however many years of not noticing each other’s existence.

      She sat herself on the grass and found that Raj was right: the Hertfordshire countryside was a fine place to spend a war. Not all soldiers had picturesque villages and winding rivers outside their living quarters.

      The Citadel of New London was somewhere on the horizon, a grey line only visible on a clear day. Many of Kate’s fellow Underdogs (and classmates from Oakenfold) had died in that grey line somewhere, and almost everyone she loved was somewhere inside the prison at its centre.

      She dropped her head, her gaze landing on the village before her. A year without humans had not done much to dent its beauty. The church looked old anyway, as did most of the houses. The village looked antiquated rather than abandoned.

      She looked at Raj, whose eyes were open again. Whichever god he worshipped, he had finished praying to them.

      ‘You know what feels really weird?’ she asked.

      ‘Hm?’

      ‘We’re four days away from a whole year in Spitfire’s Rise. And I still don’t know the name of our street.’

      ‘Be thankful,’ said Raj. ‘McCormick played a smart move, getting Ewan to rip up road signs so nobody could give our location away.’

      Then making him rip some up from other villages too, so Grant couldn’t just look for the place without ro ad signs.

      Kate smiled, as if the memory had been a good one. In reality it had been terrifying whenever Ewan invited her along. Destroying road signs whilst trying not to read them, since the less they remembered the better. Trying to remain unobservant, whilst looking for the clone patrols that were still scouring the countryside. Knocking down every village sign within half a day’s walk to the east, and then a full day’s walk to the west so that Spitfire’s Rise couldn’t be located in the middle. Every village’s name and identity lost for the safety of thirty-two people, most of whom had since…

      ‘What would you call this village?’ she asked to distract herself. ‘If you could name it for yourself?’

      ‘Some things are too beautiful for words,’ answered Raj.

      ‘Stop avoiding the question,’ Kate said with a laugh. ‘I think it should have some kind of posh name… something-borough or something-ington. What about you?’

      There was a noticeable pause before Raj gave his answer.

      ‘It wouldn’t be right for me to try.’

      ‘Oh, come on.’

      A much longer pause.

      Is that nervousness? He’s looking at his feet… that means he’s worrying , doesn’t it?

      ‘…My taxi to Oakenfold took me through this village every day,’ Raj said. ‘And I could read the sign well enough, so, yeah.’

      Kate’s heart stopped. Or at the very least, she could no longer feel it.

      ‘You know…’

      ‘Yeah.’

      ‘All along, you’ve always known—’

      ‘Yes, Kate. I know the name of this village. But nothing more than that.’

      Nothing more was needed. Kate’s arms and legs began to lighten, as if somebody had switched the gravity off beneath her.

      For all my years of fighting anxiety , it still doesn’t take much. Even the smallest thing.

      No, this is not the smallest thing. My boyfriend just told me our lives are in real danger. He only needs to screw up on c e, and, and…

      ‘McCormick knows,’ Raj continued. ‘I was honest with him about it. That’s why he’s not sent me anywhere for a while. Nowhere I could get captured, anyway…’

      Raj fell silent. Kate heard it too. A creak came from the grass-covered trapdoor, and by the time they turned their heads around Mark was halfway out.

      ‘Back inside,’ he grunted. ‘Now.’

      ‘Oh come on!’ said Raj, as if he had just lost a life in a videogame. ‘We’ve only just come out!’

      ‘And now you’re coming back in. Move.’

      Mark Gunnarsson, by far the fiercest student in Oakenfold – even more so after his year in a youth offenders’ institution – spoke with a surprisingly calm voice. With a reputation like his, he never needed to shout. His stony face and piercing eyes were enough of a substitute for raw volume.

      ‘Three minutes, mate,’ offered Raj. ‘It’s her brother’s birthday.’

      ‘It’s his birthday inside too,’ Mark answered, standing himself upright on the grass. ‘Now, McCormick’s woken up the whole bloody house and got us searching the place like you’re properly missing. And I already lost an hour to Ewan getting ready for his precious raid. Get inside so I can go back to sleep.’

      He held an open hand towards the trapdoor, his shoulders hunched and his face humourless.

      Kate rose to her feet, as did Raj at her side. As their heads came close on the way up, she whispered into his ear: ‘How did they know we were gone?’

      ‘Don’t know,’ she replied. ‘We did the same as every Sunday.’

      It didn’t take her long to work it out.

      ‘It’s not Sunday,’ she said. ‘All the other days Jack wakes up early to power the generator, so he must have…’

      When she turned to the trapdoor, Mark was gazing at the sky with widened eyes. Something was wrong.

      The sound was distinctive enough. Maybe because there was nothing else in the countryside. Or maybe because a year had passed since they had last heard an aeroplane.

      Somewhere to the east, a fleet of them were heading for the grey line in the distance. But Kate had never seen aeroplanes that fast. They weren’t usually that shape either, but it was difficult to tell from so far away.

      ‘Missiles,’ Mark whispered.

      Kate gasped. It would explain why there were so many of them, flying in no particular formation, and at a steep downward angle. Someone, somewhere, had launched an enormous missile attack on New London Citadel.

      Her stomach plunged, and a sense of absolute powerlessness overcame her as she realised the truth: that however fast she could run, however many bullets

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