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those kids in. We can't have a bunch of hyper teenagers running around without some sort of checks and balances. Look at what the Dancer just did in the City."
          "The old crew didn't have a government mandate."
          "The old crew was too powerful for us to control," the woman said. "We're not going to let that happen again."
          Sam laughed.
          "Good luck with that," he said.
          "I think you're misunderstanding me, Sam. You're going to help us," she said.
          "The hell I will."
          "We know you're sick."
          A long silence stretched out between them. Sam looked out his window, watching the City's streets roll by.
          "I won't."
          "You don't have a choice."
          Sam stared her down. Sick or not, he had been face to face with worse people and things in his life than this agent, trying to tell him what to do.
          "I'm a telepath, Sam. I can just take the information I want from you."
          "So do it already."
          "We can help you, Sam."
          "Yeah," Sam said. "We've all heard that before. Where are we going?"
          "Where else?" the woman said. "To the Labyrinth."
         
     
    * * *
     
          "He doesn't look good," Billy said. He and Emily were taking the long way home from the coffee shop, on foot because Emily insisted. She clung to that strange affectation, where walking and taking the bus made her feel more normal. Billy still loved flying too much.
          "We should be able to help him, right?" Emily said. "We live in a space ship. We have to have some future doohickey or thingamabob that can help him."
          He may simply be reaching his time, Billy, Dude said.
          But, Billy chose not to relay Dude's thoughts to Emily.
          "Nobody's looking good," Billy said. "Kate looks like the job is eating her alive and Jane looks like she's so worried all the time her face is going to get stuck permanently in that expression."
          "The one where she does the thing?"
          "With her eyebrows?"
          "Yeah."
          "That's the one," Billy said.
          They strolled on, hands in their pockets, in the friendly silence of siblings.
          "We could use some help," Billy said.
          "I was just thinking that."
          "An intern or something."
          "We need sidekicks."
          "Aren't you my sidekick?"
          "Hell no," Emily said. "You're my sidekick."
          "I am not your sidekick."
          "Says you," Emily said. "Speaking of sidekicks, any word from Titus?"
          "He's not Kate's sidekick. More like bodyguard or something. And not since he crossed into Canada."
          "Who goes to Canada on purpose?" Emily said.
          "Canadians?"
          It was then they heard the noise, a horrible high-pitched yelp of pain. They looked at each other.
          "You hear that?" Emily said.
          Billy was already running in the direction of the cry. What they found made him angrier than he'd ever been in his entire life.
          Three boys, no older than ten, had something — a dog, from the sound of the cries of pain — wrapped in a bed sheet. The boys were sharing possession of two pellet guns and took turns firing at the small critter inside the sheet.
          "What the hell is wrong with you?" Billy yelled.
          You have my permission to obliterate them, Dude said, his voice calm but his tone indicating he might not be exaggerating.
          Emily caught up and came to an abrupt halt next to Billy.
          "What is wrong with them?" Emily said.
          The boys looked at them, pellet guns still in hand, assessing the newcomers as if to decide whether or not the age difference was sufficient enough to demand respect or allow for snarky commentary.
          One of them shrugged and turned back to fire another pellet at the dog.
          Emily and Billy