Hawk by James Patterson

Author:James Patterson [Patterson, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult
ISBN: 9780316494403
Google: x4JXzQEACAAJ
Amazon: B07ZYZSTMV
Barnesnoble: B07ZYZSTMV
Goodreads: 50224986
Publisher: jimmy patterson
Published: 2020-07-06T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 54

I unhooked Calypso’s fingers from my shirt.

“Yeah, sure,” I said miserably. “Up in that duct. You just need to climb up there to get it.” I managed to free her other hand and she clapped them together to get feeling back, then rubbed her wrists where the skin was broken.

Clete was staring at her, and now we met eyes. I shrugged a tiny bit, like, what am I gonna do?

He gave a small nod, then explained to Calypso that he would help lift her into the vent, where friends of ours were waiting.

“Friends with dope,” Calypso said, smacking her lips hungrily.

“Yeah, okay,” Clete said, sounding as miserable as I felt.

Up in the duct, Nudge was looking down, her face both worried and I guess understanding? She knew my back was against the wall here, and she also knew that having our rescuees out of their minds was a… complication. So I didn’t even want to mention that they were all chipped. That would come later.

“Moke?” I said, standing in front of him. “Time to go, bud.” I pointed to the vent that Calypso was being lifted into.

Moke swallowed and looked around as if I hadn’t spoken. His large fists were clenching. “I need…” he began.

He needed to get his ass up in that vent now, I thought.

Again he looked right through me. “I need—”

Clete touched his shoulder. “Come on, man. We gotta go. Soldiers comin’.”

Moke said nothing, so Clete and I pushed and pulled him over to the wall, on totally high alert because a punch from Moke would really hurt.

I left Clete to deal with Moke and went back to Calypso’s bed, where Rain was curled up. I watched for a second—she wasn’t breathing. Goddamnit. We were too late. I was torn. No way did I want to leave her body behind to be experimented on, but could we carry her as well as wrangle Moke and Calypso?

Gently I touched her back. It stiffened. It stiffened? She was alive!

“Rain?” I whispered. “Rain, sweetie? Time to go.”

Slowly, stiffly Rain turned her face in my direction. “Need dope,” she mumbled.

I started to offer her the imaginary dope in the air vent, but my breath was snatched from my lungs. Rain… I stared at her, wanting to throw up. They’d already started their experiments on her: her eyes were gone. They’d taken her beautiful hazel eyes. Her eyelids were shut, the lids collapsed into empty sockets. Holy mother.

“Need dope,” Rain said again, reaching a hand out to me. I took it.

“Okay,” I said, hearing my voice quaver. “I need you to come with me, okay?”

Docilely Rain uncurled, her lithe body now weak from lack of food. She tried to stand up, banged her head on Calypso’s bed. She hadn’t known she was under it.

“Come on,” I said again, guiding her out from beneath the bed. Suddenly my ears pricked—was I hearing boot steps? Feeling their vibrations? “Come on!”

She let me take her hand, though she obviously had no idea who I was.

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