The clicking of Luther Gates' black oxfords echoed off the concrete walls as he raced along the tunnel. He skidded to a stop in a short hallway with five metal doors to his left and five more to his right. "You're getting old, Luther," he panted.
After pausing to dab the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his suit coat, the commandant took the last few steps toward the room that held Keegan Kinsler. Keegan lay on the bed wearing his gray Maplethorn physical training uniform. He was on his back with his hands folded beneath his head.
Gates rapped on the narrow window with a key card and raised his voice loud enough to be heard through the door. "Look, Kinsler, I know you don't particularly like me right now," he said. "And I'll admit there were some things I could have done differently. But your buddy, Drexler, just blew the lid off y'all's dirty little secret, and the whole United States government is coming to ruin your beauty sleep. Believe it or not, I'm here to help you."
Keegan lifted himself with his elbows, regarding the commandant with no trace of emotion. "Then open the door."
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The Maplethorn Gambit (Book 2, The Maplethorn Series)
ÜbernatürlichesThree months have passed since the boys of Maplethorn made a pact to keep their abilities secret. The lone dissenting voice belongs to Mason Connelly--an older cadet who was set to graduate in June but found himself still locked within Maplethorn's...
