After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E3029
Ocea
Wyatt batted my hands down. "What are you doing?" He glanced at Dan through the window. "Why aren't we trusting Dan?"
"He's the mole," I said, smirking with my tongue out at Dan. "He's the one who gave up all our missions to the Men of Suits."
"Bastard!" Wyatt yelled, crossing his arms and glaring at Dan.
Dan rolled his eyes. "You don't understand," he said with a muffled voice through the glass. "They made me."
Wyatt patted his arm. "I don't see a chip."
"No, but they threatened me with my life."
Wyatt shook his head. "That is nonsense. Tell us the truth."
Dan's eyes met mine and bobbled at Wyatt. Till had yelled something behind him, but the closed room muffled it. Dan glared at him while the siren echoed in the hallway. The lights flashed red, painting a horror image of Dan.
I crossed my arms. "What did they promise you?" I asked, watching his expression drop.
Footsteps sounded down the hallway, causing Wyatt to grab my upper arm. "Too late, Dan. You are not a Savior, and you will never be again!" Wyatt yelled. "I don't care if they promised you eternal life. You put your unnecessary needs before the lives of others, so enjoy being on the losing team."
Cop's laughter caused Dan to slam his fist against the glass. "Let me out!"
Wyatt shook his head and raced away. The shadows of the unwanted rounded a corner down the hallway as I waved at Dan and rushed after Wyatt. The red lights blinked in unison while the siren blared louder as we passed speakers.
"Where is Becca?" Wyatt asked as I stayed in his shadow, running.
"Cell nine, I believe. Dylan and Thomas are there, too. Where's Stopper?"
"We split up accidentally when the Saviors and we got here."
"How many are here?"
"Everyone," Wyatt said with a smile.
A woman cried from inside a room as we ran. Another man yelled, banging on his door. I paused, hearing the prisoners in every space and the evil things that happened to them.
"Wait," I said, watching Wyatt slow down.
"What?" he asked, hurrying and pulling on my arm. "We need to get the others."
"Let me see the badge." I yanked it from him without permission.
A group of MOS ran around the corner down the hallway. "Hey, stop right there!"
I scanned the badge over the man's room. It opened slowly, and a heavy-muscled man with green hair and brown eyes walked out, showing he was the same as me. He nodded at me with a smirk and charmed the MOS.
