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something he hadn’t done in years, and she slowly brought her hands up around his shoulders.
    â€œBut I’m ready now,” Dylan said.
    Meredith smiled weakly and forced herself to hold back the tears she would later cry alone, after he was gone. Dylan pulled away and had the distinct sense that she did not want to let go. That, for Dylan, was enough. He knew. In her own unusual way, she had loved him always.
    The small army of single-pulse drifters, including the big Samoan, Semana, were lined up in a row in the center of the warehouse. Behind them, Hawk and Faith and Clooger stood before the vehicle that would carry them to their destination.
    â€œWhere are they going?” Semana asked Meredith as they walked past. All seven of the single-pulse drifters were curious about what was going on, but only Semana had the nerve to ask Meredith outright. Of course she didn’t answer. Instead she walked up to Clooger and kissed him on the lips, touched his face, looked a little bit confused by the missing beard.
    â€œYou said no more secrets, right?” Meredith said. “This is what no more secrets looks like. Deal with it.”
    â€œSaw that coming a mile away,” Hawk whispered to Faith.
    â€œSure you did.” Faith nudged Hawk on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over. He was still a scrawny guy, even with the protein bars he’d been devouring and the push-ups he’d been doing.
    Clooger pulled Meredith away from the rest of the group. “You’re sure we shouldn’t tell them the rest?”
    â€œWhat would be the point? They wouldn’t understand, and it wouldn’t further the mission. They know exactly as much as they need to know. Nothing more, nothing less.”
    Clooger nodded, though there was a part of him that didn’t understand at all. He let it pass, touched her on the cheek, and turned away.
    â€œShotgun,” Hawk said, already opening the door of a vehicle that looked an awful lot like a Humvee.
    â€œWe can really get there in six hours?” Dylan asked Hawk as he climbed into the backseat next to Faith.
    â€œThis thing is nuclear. Trust me, we’ll be fine.”
    The windows were down, and Faith jumped a little bit as Meredith came up close and put her hand on the door. The two of them looked at each other, a sort of stare-down, and Dylan touched Faith’s hand on the seat next to him. She liked the way it felt, liked the fact the she was going away with him, away from Meredith.
    â€œDon’t do anything stupid,” Meredith said. “Stick to the plan, and everything will play out the way we discussed.”
    â€œI’m just a pawn in this thing,” Faith said, which was exactly the kind of sarcasm that worried Meredith. “Whatever you say.”
    As the modified Humvee pulled forward and the garage door opened slowly, the drifters sent them off with a cheer. Night had arrived outside, but Clooger didn’t turn on the headlights; he just rolled slowly out into the darkness. Glory flew across the warehouse and landed in front of the vehicle so Clooger had to stop. All the drifters were single pulses, but Glory rarely used her telekinetic power in front of others. Of course she walked to Faith’s window, no one else’s. Faith seemed to be the target of all the advice on departure, and she couldn’t decide if this made her feel extra appreciated or really pissed off.
    â€œYou remember what I said.” Glory, like Meredith, was not one to mince words. “Revenge ain’t gonna get you nowhere. You do this because you have to, not because you want to.”
    Faith wanted to say Are you crazy? Killing the Quinns is the only thing I want. But she didn’t. Instead she smiled winsomely, pulled Glory into a hug through the window, and let her go.
    â€œI’ll keep an eye on your parents, like I always do,” Grace said to Hawk. “They’ll be comfortable. They’ll be looked