He’d gone into higher alert when the news of the spheres’ approach had broken on the news, just like the world at large. He’d ratcheted up another notch after their Land Cruiser had been stolen, and hadn’t really settled since. Then he’d seen that his Axis Mundi was occupied. They’d broken into the kitchen, knowing the men in the house had guns and they did not — knowing that being seen might get them shot out of hand. Meyer was amped enough to dive at the new man whether he held a weapon or not. But he was also at the back of a closet, with two kids between him and the problem. Boxed in. There were three men in the house. Not two. The man was watching them, his expression stern but also slightly amused. His whole head seemed to be reddish stubble, from head to unshaven face. He had cornflower blue eyes that were far too soft for a criminal, and a baby face peeking beneath his stubble. He was probably in his midtwenties, maybe less. He looked like a good kid gone bad — one of those fabled young men who’d been led down the wrong path by a sour crowd.
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