Chapter 43: Fresco's Choice

He was so worked up when he returned to Medley it took him several seconds before he could blurt out his news.

"I found them!"

Medley looked up from her microscope with her characteristic frown.

"Who would that be?"

"The kids. From Last Stand." He pulled her to her feet and hugged her. "Joey got some of them out and they're safe." At least, as safe as they could be, considering.

She didn't say anything, just watched him as he paced a bit back and forth. "We have room for them, but there's more than just our kids. Joey recruited some strays as well. But this place is plenty big enough for everyone."

Medley crossed her arms over her chest. "And just what in the hell do you think we are going to do with a bunch of Wasted kids?"

He felt like she punched him in the chest. "You wanted to do more tests," he said. "They are looking for a safe place. It's a good trade."