Class Zero by Y A Marks

Author:Y A Marks [Marks, Y A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugarstone Publishing LLC
Published: 2016-05-22T06:00:00+00:00

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Even though Dhyla was a part of Escerica, and I was enemy number one, at least in my mind, I just didn’t see myself as some kind of hooded rebel that would help liberate America. I was just a sixteen-year-old girl who’d never had more than two friends, never owned a pair of heels, and never kissed a boy. Right then, joining Escerica was not part of my plan, and I generally stuck to my plans.

My only concern was to find a way to get to Mari and Miko, and to help Dhyla if I could. After that, I held a thread of hope that somehow my name could be erased from the police database, and I’d be free to walk the streets in peace again. It wasn’t a great life, but I didn’t know anything else. The thought of fighting for my life was scary enough without complicating it by battling for other people’s lives.

I followed Josalyn down the stairs to the long, cold hallway in the basement, which I dubbed the Corridor of Death. After stopping at the second door, she grabbed the handle. The door screeched open. As we entered, Rylan spun around in his seat.

A huge hologram of Atlanta hovered behind him, flicking in a deep blue. A circular desk larger than a small pickup truck surrounded the hologram. Several places had been marked with a red glow and lots of names and numbers shifted along the far side.

“Hey Gray-Eyes,” Josalyn said.

Rylan smirked and eyed me.

“Yeah, you. Paeton needs some training.”

“What kind of training?” he asked.

As I stood there like a six year old being assigned to a classroom, my stomach bubbled.

“Shooting. She’s got the gun from before, remember?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So you’re up. Teach her how to use it.”

“Me?”

“Yes you, ya dumb fox.”

“Nope, I got things to—”

Before he could get more than a handful of words out, Josalyn marched across the room saying “Nananana” over and over again, blotting out any statements he could make. Once she reached him, she leaned over. “We won’t be making any runs for a while. Dhyla’s not here, and Paeton needs to know how to shoot. We don’t know what kind of situation we’ll be in next time.”

Leaning back, Rylan crossed his legs at the ankle. “What’s in it for me?”

“That you don’t get the shit beaten out of you and just maybe I might see to that favor you asked.”

Thinning his eyes, Rylan perked up. “I just want to see how he’s doing…” Rylan murmured, “And it’s not even for me.”

“Whatever. So?”

“Yeah cool. Old Elsa over there isn’t a problem.”

“Then I leave her to you, monsieur fox.” With a twist, she marched out of the room.

Standing, Rylan raised his hands. I couldn’t tell if the gesture was to welcome me or if he felt a sudden defeat. Either way, anxiety crept into my thighs and snaked its way down into my toes.

After leaning forward, he pointed out of the room. Like yesterday, I followed him watching his lean frame move through the shadows.

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