Kiora walked quietly into a large conference room. The leaders sat around the table, and watched her as she walked to her seat. There were a few medical personnel standing to one side. One of the boys from earlier sat near them. When she was seated, another leader, Michael, stood and spoke.
"Seth, is officially, deceased." his voice was monotone, as if not even caring. As if this was just a matter of interest but of no real importance.
One girl in the room looked stricken, and she swallowed, blinking back tears. Kaylee was her name, Kiora knew her before this war, they had been friends, even, and they still were. Seth was Kaylee's little brother.
Kiora, was angry at Michael , but knew better than to speak. She noticed the boy, looking startled and sad, but pushed the boy aside and kept listening to the speaker.
"Kiora... would you like to debrief us about what happened."
"This account is according to what I've heard, from the mission control, medics, and the boys that were in Seth's charge. They had just left the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada, when they were ambushed...
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The cab they where riding came to a stop under a bridge. Him and his brother stepped out along with the boy who had saved them from Juvie. The boy didn't talk much, and he seemed about as old as Jordan was, definitely not old enough to be driving yet.
"Com'on guys, over here." The boy said calmly.
Henry glanced at his brother and moved towards the boy.
"So do you have a name?" Jordan whispered.
"We don't use names out here"
"Then what can we call you?"
After a moments pause, he gave his answer, "Kirk"
Jordan thought he saw a hint of a smile, not enough to be sure though.
Head lights fell on them and a car started to drive up.
He assumed this ought to be the new ride, until "Kirk" grabbed his arm, panic on his face.
"Get back to the car, Now!"
He stumbled to the taxi for a moment then took off as his brother pulled him along.
They got to the car and fumbled to get in, as bullets began raining upon them.
Jordan reacted before he thought, squatting into a ball, protecting his head. He was about ready to cry for sheer terror. A hand grabbed him pushing him into the car.
Pain ripped through his thigh and he fell into the car, blacking out.