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where the issues are stemming from.”
    â€œHow dare you,” Milo said, and Silas stiffened at the rising tension.
    â€œ How dare I? ” Dr. Cavana thundered, and Silas jumped, startled at the depth of the old man’s voice. “How dare you! Setting your students against each other for chocolates and calling it a final exam. Did you even see what happened, Milo, when a true threat rose? I saw the record. They became one unit. They protected! They minimized! They succeeded in the spirit of the goal. I see excellence where you see deficiency. You are hung up on checked boxes and to-do lists of protocol and method when you should be fostering the ability to improvise. Perhaps you need to take a sabbatical.”
    For three long seconds, Professor Milo gaped at him, hands shaking. Then he turned to Silas, face grim with promise. “No one is too valuable to be sacrificed, Silas. I might not be able to kick you out, but I can cut off your funding. You will never have the chance to prove your insane theories and will forever be chained to my lab bench.”
    He turned to go, and Silas forced his hands to unclench. “Professor Milo?”
    â€œWhat?” The angry man spun, and Silas clasped his hands behind his back.
    â€œIt’s Dr. Denier, if you don’t mind.”
    Professor Milo left, slamming the door behind him, awkward with his arm in a sling.
    Summer slumped against the kitchen counter, arms over her chest as she stared at the ceiling.
    Dr. Cavana gave Peri a pat on the shoulder. “I like your new friends,” he said as he ambled to the door. “Try not to get them expelled.”
    Silas watched him adjust his tie, his free hand surreptitiously touching his side as if checking for a sidearm. Old habits die hard , he thought. Cavana had probably been active in the eighties, and he resolved to look him up. Cold War agents were a unique, dying breed. But the old man hesitated at the threshold, his gaze lingering on the defunct wristbands sitting on the kitchen counter like guilt itself. “Which one of you figured out how to circumvent the bio-based tamper fence?” he asked, and Silas cleared his throat, liking the old man.
    An eyebrow rose. Grunting his approval, he bowed his head over his cell phone as he went into the hall. Silas looked closer. A glass phone? Since when did those exist?
    Allen jostled Peri with his elbow. “Where did he get a glass phone?”
    Peri snorted, clearly not impressed. “Pretty, huh? It doesn’t work for crap,” she said.
    â€œWoo, can you give me a ride back to my hotel?” Dr. Cavana asked from the hallway, leaving the door open and clearly expecting the man to follow.
    Professor Woo started, eyes wide as the remainder of his night was rearranged for him. “Yes, sir. May I have a moment?”
    Oh, really . . . Silas thought as Peri caught his eye and smugly shrugged. Perhaps their new friend had more clout than they realized.
    â€œTake your time!” Cavana called, his voice becoming fainter, but Woo grimaced, his pace fast as he crossed the room to slide the defunct cuffs from the counter into his hands.
    â€œ ‘Take your time,’ ” Professor Woo muttered. “Last time I checked, that meant, Hustle your ass .” Hand on Silas’s back, he drew him to the door. “You do know he invented the technology behind these, right?” he asked as he jiggled the cuffs and dropped them in a pocket.
    Silas shook his head, Dr. Cavana’s last look at him taking on new meaning. But Professor Woo had drawn him into the building’s empty hallway, his expression holding a surprising, shared pain. “Silas, I have an idea of what you’re feeling,” he said as he turned him away from Peri and Allen. “That you think your size and your skills in the labs are dictating the limits of your life, but they aren’t.”
    â€œI fail to understand how they are not,