Intel came in from the Pentagon weekly, and it wasn’t good news. Women and children disappearing by the dozen in Afghanistan. Men with horribly blistered skin left dead, surrounded by bullet casings. Whispers of ghosts traipsing into villages to steal people in the night. Colonel Black put the team on alert and called a wielder’s summit in D.C. in early February to plan an assault. Until then, all I could do was wait to be called up. I was pissed to be stuck in school. I wanted to be out doing something; what were tutors for, anyway? I could get my GED just the same as going to class every day, but Mom flat refused to let me drop out until the Army had no other options. Uncle Mike backed her up, too, saying they weren’t ready to mobilize and that I should just stay home until the summit. So here I was, sitting at home studying isosceles triangles when I could be at the Pentagon with the team. Making matters worse, my control issues with the knife weren’t getting any better.
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