The power of phasing.
What a stupid, useless power. It wasn't stupid when you could use it on others, but Ree had to concentrate her hardest to even phase someone's hand. She ached to have something useful. But as she stood herself up off the dirt ground (not phasing the bottoms of her feet), she smiled as a shower of bullets went through her.
She…was invincible.
Ree left the gun on the floor and ran like her life depended on it towards the black truck.
Em sat at the top of the nearly leafless treetop that overlooked the desalination center. She saw the magnificence of its power, the symbol of hope. Looking at it from that height was amazing. She wondered if what she was feeling now was how Max felt when she was that high. She wondered if Max ever felt like she was ruling the world.
A quick breeze coated her body like water. She shivered and looked out once again for the signal.
Em scanned the concrete area around the dome. When her eyes wandered to the left side, a seemly clear, see-through figure was dashing towards the black water truck.
Ree.
Em's eyes widened as Ree paused, and jumped literally through the painted black metal of the water truck. Em's heart nearly stopped beating as a hoard of soldiers came to gather around the truck. Come on Ree, she thought.
The truck roared to life, and jerked forward so fast that four soldiers were ran over in the process. Em's heart clenched. She felt like throwing up.
For our own survival, we must kill.
If she could cry, she would have. But the truck was moving now. She would have to tell the others. She shook her body, and jumped off the tree.