Chapter 44

With each step we take, heads turn, people

stop, they stare, and I catch half-whispered words and quiet

phrases—They let them land… I’m not going… This was stupid, what

if they’re carrying? What then?“Carrying what?” Dylan

whispers, taking a step closer to me. His arm eases around my

waist, his hand fisting at my side, and behind us Maclin clears his

throat. I turn around to find him glaring at us but Dylan ignores

him. “Neal, what—”

“I don’t know,” I tell him. This

wasn’t a good idea at all, us coming here, what were we thinking?

Some of these people look at us like we have a plague, or we’re

here to… what did Ellington say? Tear down everything they’ve built

up, destroy their way of life, but we’re not, that’s not it at all.

What is it, then?a voice inside my mind

whispers.

It’s just the signal,I reply. We

have to get that mapped so it doesn’t interfere later on down the

line, that’s it, that’s allI don’t like the way these faces