LITMIR.BIZ

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stared at the foliage for two minutes, for five minutes, for ten, but no bird appeared, and no soldiers. Probably just as well, he thought. If I chuckled at my paranoia, I’d probably give myself away and get sniped. Thanks for throwing me off my guard, hypothetical bird.

      Commander Woolf crept up beside him, settling into position where they could whisper the latest report.

      “Anything?” asked Woolf.

      “Just cursing imaginary animals.”

      “Crazy or bored?”

      “Well,” whispered Marcus, “it’s so hard to pick just one.”

      “Vinci hasn’t linked any other Partials,” said Woolf, “so we’re pretty sure there are no patrols in the area. I don’t know if that makes us more or less likely to find Delarosa, but there it is.”

      “It makes us a lot less likely to be killed by Partials,” said Marcus, “so I’ll take what I can get.”

      Delarosa’s White Rhinos, as she called them, had been evading the Partials for months, thanks to a combination of keeping her groups small, sticking to familiar terrain, and executing a clever system of decoys and distractions—all classic tactics of a defensive guerrilla force, and all devilishly effective. Marcus and his companions had had no more luck than the Partials in finding the elusive army, but they had a few tricks the Partials didn’t. Now and then they’d come across other human refugees, just lone fugitives, lying low from the occupation, who assured them that the White Rhinos were heading north, in a slow, secret march toward the shore. Some of the refugees had been rescued by the Rhinos, others had been fed or given other supplies, but all told the same tale. The human resistance had a plan, and they were coming this way. All Marcus’s group had to do was wait for them.

      But they’d been waiting for days, and they were running out of supplies.

      “You’re due for sleep soon,” said Woolf. “Go early and try to get some rest; I’ll take over your watch.”

      “How much food do we have left?” asked Marcus.

      “A day’s worth,” said Woolf. “Maybe more. I don’t think Vinci is eating a full share.”

      “Maybe he doesn’t have to,” whispered Marcus. “For all we know he’s … photosynthetic or something. Or he’s been eating these.” Marcus picked at the vines growing across the interior wall. He pulled too hard, the leaf failed to break away like he expected, and the whole section of tendrils shook—inside and out. Marcus looked up in shock at the unexpectedly massive display. “Crap.”

      A flurry of bullets slammed into the brick wall, punching through and sending a shower of broken clay shards spraying wildly through the room. Marcus threw himself to the floor, Woolf diving down beside him, and they covered their heads as they crawled for the hallway. The gunfire was quieter than usual—not silent, but more like a nail gun than the harsh gunshot explosions Marcus was used to. They reached the hallway, taking cover behind the extra layer of wall, just as the hail of bullets ceased.

      “Can they see us?” asked Marcus.

      “Let’s find out,” said Woolf, and stuck his hand back into the open doorway. Nothing shot it. “Probably not.”

      “Or they don’t want to bother with just your hand,” said Marcus.

      “If they could see us that clearly, they’d have hit us,” said Woolf. “More likely they were passing close by, saw the sudden movement, and thought it was an ambush.”

      “All the shots I heard were silenced,” said Marcus. “That means Galen didn’t shoot back.”

      Woolf shook his head. “They wouldn’t have hit him, they were shooting at your movement.”

      “Good yet embarrassing news,” said Marcus, nodding. “But then why didn’t he shoot? From where he’s stationed he should have had a good angle on the source of that attack.”

      Woolf rose to a crouch, checking his own weapon as he prepared to run. “In that case, this is the best news we’ve had all month. Who would Galen see but not shoot at?”

      Marcus grinned. “You think?”

      “Let’s go find out.”

      They scurried down the hall to the stairs, and from there to the main floor, where Galen was crouched in another concealed gun nest. “Humans,” Galen whispered.

      “How can you tell?”

      “Too many body types,” said Galen. “Partials are all young men, like Vinci; this group has women, one of them pretty old.”

      “Smart,” said Woolf. “You haven’t hailed them?”

      “Waiting for you.”

      Woolf nodded and moved away from Marcus’s window to a separate window—partly for the different angle, but Marcus realized nervously that it was also a safety precaution. If the enemy fired again when Woolf hailed them, he was the only one they’d hit. Marcus admired the wisdom of the move, but the need for it twisted a dull knot in his stomach.

      “Rhinos!” Woolf shouted. He wasn’t looking out the window, but lying below it, using a small credenza as an extra layer of makeshift armor. All three of them held their breath, waiting for the reply—would it be words, or bullets?

      “Stay quiet!” It was a woman’s voice, and Marcus almost thought he recognized it, but it wasn’t Delarosa. Too young, he thought.

      It was the only response. Marcus peered through the gaps in the kudzu, but saw nothing. Galen shook his head. “They’ve disappeared. Now that they know we’re here, it’s too easy to hide from us.”

      “You heard from Vinci?” Marcus whispered. Even if this was Morgan’s group, they would want to keep Vinci’s true nature a secret at first. A Partial ally was a valuable asset, but they needed to explain it properly first.

      Galen shook his head. “Still upstairs, I think. Staying quiet.”

      “Hey,” said Marcus, “it’s not my fault I gave us away.”

      Galen looked at him, raising his eyebrow. “You gave us away?”

      Marcus rolled his eyes. “It’s also not my fault that I told you that.”

      “I can’t believe you gave us away.”

      “Not on purpose,” said Marcus. “Next time you don’t know about something stupid I did, let me know you don’t know before I say it out loud.”

      “How can I—”

      There was a sudden thump from the back room of the house, and a strangled shout that got cut off just before it became loud enough for the sound to carry outside. Marcus spun to face the sagging kitchen door, his rifle up and ready, but stopped in surprise when he heard Vinci’s soft voice.

      “It’s just me.”

      Marcus furrowed his brow, confused. “What on earth?”

      “They sent flankers through the back of the house,” said Vinci. “I don’t know if they’re Delarosa’s people, but they’re definitely human.”

      “So you attacked them?” asked Woolf.

      “Just disarmed them,” said Vinci. “Don’t shoot, I’m opening the door now.” He pushed open the kitchen door and led two cloaked figures into the front room. Marcus stared at them in surprise, then jumped up eagerly as he recognized the girl in front.

      “Yoon?”

      The cloaked girl looked at him, a slow smile spreading across her face as she realized who he was. “Marcus?” The smile disappeared almost immediately, and she frowned at him sternly. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

      “We’re trying to find Delarosa.”

      “By scaring the

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