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"That’s i all the e could crash and die atteree thealong the different cities and rivers as he searches "With Mare, we don’t need to touch down here We can take our ti as ant, as far as ant" Then, with a shrug, "Or until the batteries stop holding a charge"

Another bolt of panic streaks through ht that be?"

He responds with a crooked grin "Blackruns went into use two years ago At worst, this girl’s got another two on her cells"

"Don’t scare rumble

Two years, I think We could circle the world in that time See Prairie, Tiraxes, Montfort, Ciron, lands that are only names on a map We could see them all

But that is a dream I have a ly score to settle

"So then, where do we start?" Farley asks

"We let the list decide You have it, don’t you?" I try my best not to sound afraid If Julian’s book of names was left back in Tuck, then this little jaunt will be over before it’s even begun Because I’ one inch farther without it

Kilorn responds instead, pulling the familiar notebook from inside his shirt He tosses it my way, and I catch it deftly It feels war on to his heat "Lifted it fro his best to sound casual But pride bleeds through, s the austere bunker beneath the ocean

But Kilorn shakes his head "He’s smarter than that Kept it locked up in the barracks armory, with the key on his necklace"

"And you?"

With a satisfied sold chain at his neck "I ood a pickpocket as you, but--"

Farley nods along "We were planning on stealing it eventually, but when they locked you up, we had to improvise And quickly"

"Oh" So this is what my few hours in a cell paid for You can trust e Now I realize he did it for the list, for the newbloods, and forit off, but his grin gives away how pleased he truly is

"Yes, well, I’ll take that now if you don’t entler than I’ve ever heard it She doesn’t wait for Kilorn’s response and reaches out to grab the chain in a quick, even lints in her hand but quickly disappears, tucked in a pocket Her mouth twitches a little, the only indication of how affected she is by her father’s necklace No, it’s not his Not truly The photograph in the Colonel’s quarters is proof of that Her mother or her sister wore that chain, and for whatever reason, she isn’t wearing it now

When she raises her head again, the twitch is gone, her gruff irl, who’s closest to Nine-Five?" she asks, jutting her chin at the book

"We’re not landing at Nine-Five," Cal says, firree with hier pale, but vaguely green It’s al just fine, but it see does hi his very best not to be sick "Have you forgotten Naercey already?"