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home again. Most S.V.’s get enough training to
determine which direction they want to go in before their normal graduation. But some stay a full year longer.”
    They walked in silence. Jeff thought about the gym
full of S.V.’s and was excited and nervous at the same time. Finally he
wouldn’t feel like an outcast, but what if they were all better than him?
    “Why were all those S.V.’s in the gym so late at
night? Are classes 24 hours a day or something?”
    “No, those kids were just putting in some extra practice
time. Classes run from 9:00 in the morning to 3:00 in the afternoon. The rest
of the time is free.”
    “So, I could just live at home.” Jeff liked the idea
of not having to desert his friends or leave his sister unattended.
    “No, Jeff, you couldn’t. Too many
questions, too dangerous. Your family or friends might decide to stop in
unexpectedly and blow our cover.”
    “Right.”
    Jeff was surprised to find they’d walked all the way
to the market. “Hey, you want something to drink?”
    “No thanks.”
    “I’m just gonna grab a
quick soda.” Jeff swung the door to the market open just as a guy pushed his
way out. The two collided and the bag the guy had been holding dropped to the
ground. The telltale shatter of glass made Jeff wince. “Sorry, dude.”
    “What the hell are you thinking?” the guy yelled.
“Are you blind? Or is everyone supposed to get out of your way?”
    “Dude, I said I’m sorry. It was only an accident.”
    The guy’s face bloomed with angry purple splotches.
“Yeah, you’re sorry. That helps! You’re an idiot, that’s what you are.”
    Anger coursed through Jeff. Before he knew what he
was doing a blaze of flame shot out and caught the spilled bag and its contents
afire.
    Jeff and the guy jumped away from the sudden inferno
between them. Pyro stepped in front of Jeff and grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Time to go, kid.”
    Jeff looked at her in shock. “Did I do that?”
    Pyro gave him a warning look.
    Jeff saw that the guy had run back into the store.
Pyro skipped away, dragging him with her. “Let’s go.” She released him when he
finally sped up to catch her. They bolted like lightning. The excitement seemed
to stimulate the fire within Jeff. His hands felt like they were going to erupt lava.
    “Pyro, my fingers!”
    They skidded to a stop. Jeff barely registered that
they’d already traveled at least four blocks away from the market. He gritted
his teeth against the throbbing heat in his fingers. He expected each engorged
tip to pop like an over filled pimple.
    Pyro reached out to touch his glowing fingertips, but
pulled her hands back at the last second. “Blow on them!”
    Jeff puffed and spit on his fingers, grunting against
the stabbing pain.
    “No, no, no! Use the ice, Jeff. Where does the ice
come from?” Pyro’s hands hovered around his like she
wanted to help, but knew she didn’t dare touch him.
    “I don’t know.” Jeff looked between her and his fingers,
but the pulsating heat made it difficult for him to think clearly.
    A siren blast startled both Jeff and Pyro. They swung
toward it, ready for flight, but the police car sped through the nearby
intersection and away from them. Pyro searched their surroundings. They were in
a typical suburban neighborhood. Every third house looked alike; boats or
R.V.’s were parked alongside garages. Basketball hoops or skateboard ramps on
the streets.
    “Come on!” Pyro grabbed Jeff by the arm and pulled
him up a nearby driveway and across a front lawn. She pushed him in front of
her and shoved him over until his hands plunged blessedly into a cool fountain
of water. A hissing steam issued as his hands entered the pool. The relief was
welcome, but not complete. The heat from his hands warmed the water faster than
the water cooled his hands. But it was enough to help Jeff get his
concentration back.
    “The lungs.” He held his
dripping hands in front of his mouth and drew a breath from deep in