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The Save Renegade motel room was humming with people working on plans for the big rescue when Major's phone buzzed. When he saw that it was Jordan calling, alarm raced through his system. She wasn't supposed to call except in an emergency.

He put the phone to his ear. "Yeah?"

"Major, change of plans." Her voice was hushed, and he could hear the familiar sounds of the locker room in the background. "Big change of plans. They're afraid of all the people gathering, so they're moving the time and place. It's at nine, now, not at noon, and at the warehouse. You know the one? Colorado and Hines?"

"Yeah, I know it," he said grimly. He felt sick at how close they had come to missing it entirely. "Thanks, Jordan."

"Yep. Gotta go." And the line went dead.

Major put his phone back in his pocket. He took a moment to breathe, to be grateful that they knew now, at least—but all those plans for nothing. Everything they had put in place, gone to waste. A whole new plan needing to be made, and in such a short amount of time. Less than an hour. He needed to think, to shift everything, but all he could think of was Liv. Her brave face, her earnest eyes … He couldn't let her die.

Clearing his throat, he spoke above the noise in the room. "Let me get everyone's attention." He waited a moment while everyone stopped what they were doing and turned in his direction. "I just got word from my source that Fillmore Graves is moving the execution to a warehouse they own on Colorado and Hines."

The purposeful vibe of the room ebbed away quickly, people's shoulders slumping as they realized all their planning so far had been for nothing.

"It gets worse," Major continued. "They switched times on us. They've moved it up three hours." He looked into the corner where Ravi, Peyton, and Clive stood together, hating to dash the hopes of these people who loved Liv as much as he did.

Peyton closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, he could see the fire that had driven her as long as he'd known her. "Mm-mm," she said decisively. "No. Mm-mm." Major could see she was fighting back tears. "No, no, no. This will not happen. This cannot happen. No. Absolutely not!" she shouted, and she left the motel room, with Ravi right behind her.

Major turned to Clive. "Where are they heading?"

Clive looked thoughtfully at the door. "If I had to guess, I'd say they were heading somewhere that they can let all of Renegade's supporters know where—and when—to go."

"You think that'll work?"

"I think it can't hurt."

Clive went to the room's TV and turned it on, tuning it to the local station. Johnny Frost was doing a cooking segment with a fresh brain. Major shook his head, annoyed. Half of Seattle's zombies were starving, barely getting enough brain tubes to get by, and here they were using a whole brain in a demonstration? Of what? Everything their viewers couldn't afford?

As he watched, Peyton appeared on camera. Some enterprising staffer got a chiron on the screen with her name on it, listing her as Mayor's Chief of Staff, rather than acting mayor, but that hardly mattered at the moment. Taking a deep breath, she began speaking, letting all of Seattle know what Fillmore Graves was planning. She pointed them in the direction of the warehouse, and then left the screen. Johnny Frost went with her, leaving the zombie chef alone.

Turning off the TV, Clive turned to the rest of the room. "Well? What are we waiting for?"

"We don't have a plan!" one of the coyotes argued.

"There's no time for a plan," Major said. "We have to go now, and we have to do … whatever it takes."

The dark-haired woman from Renegade's team faced him challengingly. "Will you? Do whatever it takes?"

"If I have to die to make sure Liv doesn't, that's what I'll do."

"And if you have to face off against your buddies?"

If? She really didn't know what they would be facing if she had to ask. "I'll have to. That's a guarantee. Liv's life is what's important right now. That's all that matters to me."

The dark-haired woman nodded. "All right. Let's go, people!"

Major caught Clive by the arm in a last-minute panic, letting people file past them out the door. "What if we're not in time?"

"We will be. We have to be."

Wishing he felt as confident, Major followed Clive and the others out the door. He got into Clive's car, pretty sure he was in no shape to drive safely right now—and Clive had the police bubble to clear traffic ahead of them and get there faster. What they would do when they arrived, Major didn't know. But they were going, and they would do everything they could, and that would have to be enough.

Please let it be enough, Major thought to himself, staring out the window as the car sped through the streets of Seattle, and seeing nothing but Liv's face.