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there.”
    She gives me a skeptical look. “I did a ton of research for that report, and I never heard of that lab.”
    â€œWell, this is classified government work. Very hush-hush. I’m probably breaking all kinds of laws by talking about it.” I manage to prop myself up to a sitting position, but the thin blanket falls down to my hips and I notice with dismay that I’m not wearing anything underneath. I quickly tuck the blanket around my waist. “Anyway, Colonel Peterson said this institute has developed microscopic probes that can be injected into the brain. And if they’ve already done that, who knows what else they can do? Maybe they also have nanoprobes that can repair genes. Or kill cancer cells.”
    Shannon still looks doubtful. She rises to her feet and starts pacing across the room. “I read about nanoprobes for my report, and I don’t think the technology is that advanced yet. Scientists can make simple things, like tiny spheres or rods or tubes, but no one knows how to make microscopic killing machines.”
    â€œLook, my dad can clear this up. I’m sure he’s in the hospital somewhere. He probably went to the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee. As soon as he comes back, we’ll talk to him.” I try to catch Shannon’s eye as she paces back and forth. “I’ll tell you one thing for sure—Dad lives up to his word. If he promised you something, he’ll definitely come through.”
    She doesn’t respond at first. She keeps her head down while she paces, as if she’s looking for something she dropped on the floor. Then she lets out a sigh. “All right, fine. I’ll wait to hear what your dad says.” Without missing a step, she points at the door to my room. “That Colonel Peterson you mentioned? Is he somewhere in the hospital too?”
    â€œI don’t know. Why do you ask?”
    â€œWhen I sneaked out of my room to come here, I noticed a few soldiers in the corridor. They were standing at attention near the elevators.”
    This is news to me. And not good news either. Why are there soldiers at Westchester Medical Center? Is Peterson expecting another attack? Will Sigma track me down and try to kill me here?
    While I worry over this, Shannon keeps pacing. I notice that she’s waddling a bit, lurching to the left. It reminds me of the way I used to walk before my legs stopped working. That’s another thing we have in common. “So are you still going to Yorktown?” I ask. “Or did you withdraw from school?”
    She finally stops pacing and turns toward me. A bead of sweat trickles down her scalp. “My mom wanted to pull me out, but I said no. School keeps me sane. I’d go crazy if I did nothing but chemotherapy.”
    â€œBut don’t the drugs make you tired?”
    She shrugs. “Yeah, it’s hard to concentrate sometimes. But I still get the highest grades in my class.”
    I’m jealous. I wish I’d stood up to Dad and insisted on staying in school. I went along with him because he was so worried about my breathing problems, and because he promised to let me use his computers at work whenever I wanted. But I didn’t realize how lonely it would be. Once I was out of school, no one stayed in touch. The emails and texts from my friends dwindled, then stopped. It was easier for them to forget about me. Even my best friends, the ones I’d known forever.
    Shannon sits on the edge of my bed again. I swallow hard, preparing to ask her another question. I suspect the answer will be painful, but I need to hear it. “Do you know Ryan Boyd? He’s on the football team.”
    She nods. “Sure, I know him. Big dude, good-looking. He hangs out with the other football jocks.”
    â€œHow’s he doing? I saw his name in the last issue of the school newspaper. He just won the Sportsmanship Award, right?”
    Shannon leans closer, eyeing me