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wooden planks sweeping around the entire exterior of the building. A dog with long, shaggy hair as black as his nose and a white stripe right down the center of his face runs around Jax. It’s the same dog as earlier, but now there’s no sign of the kid. The dog butts his head against Jax’s legs, demanding attention.
    “Hi, Ace, how are you, boy?” Jax ruffles the dog’s ears, but he doesn’t hold Ace’s attention for long. His ears prick as his gaze falls on chickens pecking the ground near a huge vegetable garden. With a sharp yap, Ace runs off toward them.
    Will chuckles, and Jax calls the dog back. 
    The canine does as he’s bidden, almost bowling me over, but I sidestep out of his path just in time.
    Jax nods toward a tiny outbuilding.  “Not much of interest out here. Laundry’s over there. It’s old fashioned, but it works.”
    “We only have what we’re wearing.” I have no clothes, no hairbrush, no camera, nothing.
    Will’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Guess you’ll start to smell pretty bad before long.” He chuckles.
    I roll my eyes, and Jax continues his stroll, too cool to even acknowledge us. The entire time he’s showed us around it’s like he couldn’t give a damn. I don’t care though. Why should I? He heads toward a large outbuilding, and we follow him inside. Drawers and shelves holding an assortment of items line one whole wall. Vespa style scooters and an odd looking motorbike lean propped up against the far wall. It reminds me of Will’s workshop.
    A tall, thin man with protective goggles over his eyes stands behind a bench, engrossed in what looks to be a leather armband with a deep red stone in its center. He presses the stone, and a bluish oval pops up in front of him. It has a transparent quality, almost like tinted torchlight.
    “Whoa, that is seriously cool,” Will says.
    The man looks up. His gaze flits over Will to me and settles on Jax. He slides his goggles up onto the top of his head, making his hair stand up in a spiked halo. “What’ve you got for me this time?”
    Jax leans against the counter. “What if I said nothing?”
    “I wouldn’t believe you.” The man’s gaze moves from me to Will. “Jax Belfry is the best young Resistance defender, and he always gets their tech.” He smiles like they’re friends.
    Jax looks at the ground and kicks a long, thick bolt. Ace yelps, chases after it, and runs back to drop it at Jax’s feet. “Whatever,” he says. “I picked this up today from the scout sent out for her tech.” He pulls the fake gas man’s yellow meter out of his pocket and tosses it to the man, who deftly catches it from the air.
    “What is that?” I ask.
    I may as well not have spoken. Jax strolls out the door without answering my question. Not even turning around, he says, “Later.”
    I grab Will’s hand, a little too forcefully, angry at being ignored again. “Stop ogling the bike. We’re going.”
    We rush to catch up, heading back inside to the sound of Ace whining at the front door. Jax moves down the wide hall and turns into a staircase with a polished timber banister leading up. My short legs struggle to keep up as he takes the stairs two at a time.
    “Living quarters are up here. There are bedrooms and shared bathrooms.” Jax doesn’t look at us as he speaks. In the upstairs hall, he goes to the left, to the right, and takes so many turns I feel lost. We eventually stop outside a closed, white door at the end of the hall. Jax sweeps his hand through the air in a gesture for us to enter before him.
    The room contains only the bare necessities. A small, single bed with a solid, wooden headboard and a handmade blanket of bright colors pulled tight over it. An ancient and rickety looking timber chair sits in the corner, and light flows into the room through a small window.
    “You can take this room, William. If body odor worries you, bathroom’s three doors down on the left.” The shadow of a smirk shines through Jax’s