Chapter 48

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Tobin's POV

I tried to find Marc, to ask him what he meant on finding a team, but I couldn't find him anywhere.

"Are you Tobin Heath?" Asked a stranger outside the big building. They let me go outside now.

"Yes, and you are..?"

"I'm Elliot. But you can call me Eli" Eli grins.

"Okay" I say, not sure what else I should add, I look around the area.

"Marc told me you need a team" Eli said, and I look to him. "He also said you need to go out into the city to find people"

"What else did he tell you?" I ask.

"Thats it. But if you would accept me, I'd like to be on your team" Eli said.

I study him.

He has short, rust colored hair, and dirt is on his face and arms. His clothes are dirty, and he smells like a coal mine.

"Sure" I say.

"Good. Because you'll need me to help you navigate that hell hole of a city" Eli points up, and I almost forgot we were under New York.

I take Eli inside the big building, and suddenly Marc appears.

"Where were you? I was looking for you!" I say, annoyed.

"Thats why I was hiding" Marc chuckled.

Then, he leads me and Eli to a room where there are many guns, knives, and bullet proof vests, and red uniforms.

"Here Eli, put this on" Marc tosses him a uniform.

Eli grins at it.

"I've been trying to join forever. They don't accept just anyone, you know. I was waiting for someone like you to come along Mrs. Heath" Eli said, and I don't realize how much younger he is until he says Mrs. Heath.

He looks like he's fourteen.

"Call me Tobin" I say, and his grin expands.

Alex appears behind me.

"Alex, come here. I'll find you something that suits you" Marc said, shaking his head at the bad structuring of words.

Alex frowns, and moves to Marc, who gives her a gun and knife, strapping both to the belt around her waist.

He hands Alex and I a red jacket.

"This jacket'll show people you're on our team" Marc smiles at the sight of Alex and I in a red jacket.

"Where are our families?" Alex blurts, and I feel guilty for forgetting about them.

"They're on their way here. We sent planes out to retrieve them" Marc said.

"Eli, how old are you?" I ask, suddenly curious about this boy.

"Fifteen and a half" He says proudly.

"You're pretty young to be involved in a war" I say, and he shrugs.

"My father got me into all this. He went to the surface many times. Half of those times to try and get my mother back. She's gone now, but at least I got to say goodbye" He tells me, and I bite my lip, and Alex looks really sorrowfully at the boy.

"Where's your father now?" Alex asks.

"He's at home. Always at home. He's disabled" Eli said, and Alex sticks her lower lip out, and looks ready to hug the boy. I shake my head at her. He doesn't look like he likes hugs. Plus, he's tough.

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