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At last, Major couldn't take the waiting anymore. He left the hotel, stopping by a Goodwill to pick up some gross old clothes and a wig and fake beard as the best disguise he could manage, and went to the place where the execution would be. It hadn't been that long ago that he'd stood here, in his Fillmore Graves uniform, and let the first Renegade die. He regretted that now—it hadn't been the right way to handle the situation, and had been an indicator he should have paid more attention to that Chase Graves was going off the rails. If he had spoken up then, would they still be in this mess right now?

He found Ravi and Clive standing off to the side and approached them. "Fillmore Graves. Papers, please." Clive instantly pulled his gun on Major, who danced backward, holding out his hands. "Whoa, whoa, wait. It's me."

"Major!" Ravi whispered, looking him over in surprise.

Major turned to Clive, hoping he'd be ahead of the game. "We have a plan yet?"

Ravi shook his head, and Clive frowned. "Working on it."

Before Major could ask for clarification or offer his thoughts, Ravi pulled his phone out of his pocket, glancing at it quickly before answering. "Peyton. What'd you find?" After a second, he relayed, "She's got good news. What is it? … We're in business." Then, while Major and Clive watched his face, he added, "Liv said to release it." He listened to Peyton, his whole body going still, then shook his head. "No. … Yeah, well … I know." He smiled. "I'm kidding. I love you, too."

Major couldn't help an answering smile. Only his roommate would pull a Han Solo right at this moment.

But then Ravi couldn't let it go. "I love you mucho. I love you mucho grande. I love you like gangbusters. To infinity and beyond …" He saw Major shaking his head and tried to explain. "I was doing Han Solo. I thought it would be charming. … I can grovel some more." He yelled "I love you" at the phone again as he was ending the call, glancing up at Major and Clive.

Major nodded in geek solidarity. "Well played."

"She thinks she has a solution. We just have to … figure out how to get Liv and Levon free and …" Ravi looked around. "Maybe that's not the easy part."

Levon. Major had forgotten all about Liv's boyfriend. Not that it mattered—he'd have saved just about anyone if it meant also saving Liv. But it did end any thought he had that he and Liv might end this together, once he had saved her life.

"We're releasing a documentary about Liv's work as Renegade," Ravi told him as they strolled the perimeter of the execution grounds. "Hoping that will make people understand and sympathize with what she's done."

"I have Jordan infiltrating Fillmore Graves," Major replied. "She's going to lead them to me—or so they think."

"Good plan. Can she do it?"

"I think so. We should get back. There's a motel she's leading them to—I want to be there when they arrive. Or near it, anyway."

Clive glanced at the anvil. "Yeah, we've seen all there is to be seen here."

They drove to the motel—which happened to be across the street from where Renegade's operation worked. The guy Liv had sent to get him out of the basement had told him that much. Major set up the room for maximum frustration for whoever Chase Graves sent after him, and then he and Ravi and Clive retreated to the room across the street, where Peyton joined them. Major watched out the window, waiting for his former comrades to appear, while Renegade's people argued about him.

"This guy was one of the Fillmore Graves guards when Chase Graves was threatening to eat me." Curtis, the coyote whose capture had started all of this, was vocal in his disapproval of Major's involvement. "Let's just waste him now. They've killed enough of ours."

"Hey, now," Ravi snapped.

The guy who had come to Oregon for him spoke more calmly. "Curtis. This is the guy Renegade had me bring back."

Outside, Fillmore Graves was leaving the motel. Chase Graves had come himself, as had Lambert. Inside, Ravi called Major's name quietly. He turned to see all of Renegade's—Liv's—people lined up and staring at him. "The floor is yours," Ravi told him.

Major spoke earnestly. If they were going to save Liv, these people had to be willing to work with him. "The woman you call Renegade used to be my fiancee. She's someone I care about deeply. Look, I know how Fillmore Graves is going to defend the park. We don't want to get into a gunfight. We need to surprise them and use the crowd to our advantage."

A dark-haired woman spoke up. "At the last execution, at least half the people there were fans of executions."

"Well, that won't be the case this time," Clive told her. "You want to know how many people have watched that documentary? Almost two hundred thousand. That crowd will be very pro-Renegade."

"How many views was that?" Curtis asked.

"A lot. Hopefully enough." Peyton swallowed hard, clearly trying not to cry.

"It'll be enough," Major assured her. He wished he felt as confident as he sounded.