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that’s the case, getting them to pay us for information is a good idea.”
    Kurt did not look at all happy with the idea, and Nate couldn’t blame him. He supposed in Kurt’s shoes, he’d feel pretty disloyal if he tried to squeeze money out of a resistance movement he’d been involved with for so long. But all indications were that the resistance had money, and using some of it to fund a new auxiliary resistance movement didn’t seem like it was that bad an idea to him.
    “They’re not going to like it,” Kurt said.
    “We’ll put the money to good use,” Nate said. “They might not want anything to do with us, but it seems to me having a second resistance movement in place could be to their advantage. We’ll be attracting a lot of attention from Dorothy and from the security department, and who knows what the resistance will be able to accomplish while the government’s attention is focused elsewhere.”
    Nate was making things up as he went along, but he actually thought his argument made pretty good sense. Maybe calling five teenagers hiding out in the Basement a “resistance movement” was overstating things a bit, but the longer they all stayed alive and free, the longer Dorothy would be distracted by them.
    “I’ll take it to my cell leader,” Kurt said. “It’ll be up to him.”
    *   *   *
    It was after midnight by the time Bishop returned from his meeting with his cell leader, and Nadia was still sunk deep in her pool of misery. She knew Thea was broadcasting the footage of her family’s arrest because she hoped Nadia would give herself up to save them. Nadia had put aside her conscience and her personal safety on more than one occasion to protect her family, and she ached to do that now. The thought that her parents were now in Rikers Island and that Corinne and Rory had been robbed of both of their parents and relegated to the foster care system, all because of Nadia’s actions, made her want to throw up.
    If she’d had any reason to hope Thea would release her family, Nadia might have considered giving herself up. But with Thea’s callous disregard for human life, it was possible the only reason Nadia’s family were still alive was because of their potential usefulness as hostages. If Nadia turned herself in, her parents and brother-in-law would most likely be found guilty of some trumped-up treason charge and executed. And Nadia would be tortured until she told Thea everything she knew about the resistance and the location of her friends.
    So logic told her keeping hidden was the right thing to do. But logic couldn’t soothe her guilt every time the blimp passed near enough for her to hear the broadcast. She wondered if it was going to hover over the Basement all night and dreamed of arming herself with a rocket launcher to bring it down.
    Nadia dragged herself away from her brooding thoughts when Bishop finally returned. Nate, who had been pacing across the living room and generally driving everyone crazy, came to a stop and let out a dramatic sigh of relief as Bishop closed the door and worked his way through all the locks.
    “I was beginning to worry about you,” Nate said, and Nadia smiled ruefully to herself. Nate had started worrying the second Bishop had set foot outside the building, and he hadn’t let up in the hours since.
    Because it was an unseasonably warm night and everyone appreciated the fresh air, they had left the living room window open and kept the lights off inside, so no one got a good look at Bishop until he’d turned away from the door and taken a couple of limping steps in their direction. Then Nate let out a gasp of dismay and quickly crossed the distance between them, and Nadia jumped to her feet. Dante cursed, and Agnes covered her mouth to stifle a gasp.
    “Don’t panic,” Bishop said, putting his arms in front of him to stop Nate from hugging him. “I’m fine.”
    “The hell you are!” Nate shouted.
    Nadia had to agree with him. Bishop’s