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down with hundreds of yards of rope. A man stood beside it, siphoning gas from the tank of a parked car; two teens, Kira guessed maybe fifteen and seventeen years old, stood next to him.
    “Dude,” said Marcus, “he’s still using gas.”
    “Maybe he’s found a way to filter it,” said Gianna, peering at the bus with interest. “A lot of the outer communities do—still destroys the engines, but it’s not like we’re running out of those anytime soon.”
    “They should just move into town,” said Turner. “He could have a real house, we could hook him up with electricity and security and … well, everything.”
    “Everything but mobility,” said Gianna. “And anonymity, and freedom—”
    “What do you mean, ‘freedom’?” asked the soldier sitting next to Kira. His name tag said BROWN . “We have freedom—what he has is anarchy.”
    “Safety, then,” said Gianna.
    Private Brown hefted his rifle. “What do you call this?”
    “Large communities were the first to fall in the Partial rebellion,” said Gianna. “Population centers make easy targets, and if the Partials, wherever they are, develop a new strain of RM that overcomes our immunity, guns aren’t going to do any good against it. A place like East Meadow would be the worst possible place you could be.”
    “Well, you’re welcome,” said Brown. “I’m glad all my life-risking is so appreciated.”
    “I’m not saying you’re not appreciated,” said Gianna. “I’m just saying … well, I just said what I’m saying. Obviously I chose to live in East Meadow, I’m just pointing out why he maybe didn’t.”
    “He’s probably a Voicer,” growled another soldier. “Raising those kids to be spies or assassins or hell only knows what else.”
    Private Brown cussed him out, and Kira turned away, ignoring them and feeling the wind on her face. She’d heard enough of these arguments to last a lifetime. It was a hot day, but the wind made it pleasant enough, and she always enjoyed the chance to snuggle up to Marcus. She thought about her night, and her morning, and the dead child and everything else. What was it my father used to say? she thought. “I am stronger than my trials.”
    I am stronger than my trials .

CHAPTER THREE
    I t was hours later when they reached Asharoken, and the sky was already beginning to dim. Kira hoped they could finish the salvage quickly and camp somewhere farther from the shore. Asharoken was more of a neighborhood than a town, connected to the rest of the island by an unbroken mass of houses and roads and buildings, but Kira could instantly see why the grunt runs had avoided it for so long—it was a narrow isthmus of land stretching north from the island, the sound on one side and a bay on the other. One shore made people nervous enough; two was almost too much to handle.
    The wagon stopped in front of a small veterinary clinic, and Marcus groaned.
    “You didn’t say it was a dog clinic, Jayden—what are we going to find here?”
    Jayden jumped down from the wagon. “If I knew that, I would have picked it up myself when I was here two days ago. Grunts tagged meds and an X-ray machine; go do your thing.”
    Marcus hopped down to the street, and both he and Jayden held up a hand to help Kira. In a fit of mischief she took both hands, and smiled inwardly as they helped her down with sullen scowls.
    “Sparks, Brown, you go in first,” Jayden barked, and half the soldiers began to pour out of the truck, hauling one of the generators with them. “Patterson, you and your team secure the area, keep it secure, and escort the medics to the next site. It looks like someone’s been through here since yesterday, and I don’t want any surprises.”
    “Someone’s been here?” asked Kira. “How can you tell?”
    “Eyes and brains and a shiny new haircut,” said Jayden. “It’s probably just a pack rat, but I’m not taking chances on the effing North Shore. If you find something good in there,