Lily stood and came back around the table. He felt more at ease when she approached him, beginning to come to terms with the idea that they were on the same team. She had suffered too, had lost her people and her home. He couldn’t ignore the irony of having the rebels land on a planet destined for harvesting. What were the odds? And even if the enemy was as formidable as she made them out to be, the notion of destroying them from the inside seemed viable. He wanted to believe she was good, and her plan could work, but he reminded himself to stay cautious. “So, about these guns,” Lily said, looking at Kelly’s M-16, which was propped against the table. “I won’t order you to relinquish them, but I do worry about an accidental discharge. You brought a lot of kids with you, and it concerns me to have these weapons everywhere.” The teens were silent. Shane stared at her, hesitant to take the final leap. He glanced at his friends—all eyes were on him. They expected him to make the decision; otherwise, they would have said something by now.
