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<p> “What?”</p>
<p> He shushed me again, urgently, and slipped the sleeping bag away from his shoulders. He reached in the backpack next to him and came up with the last thing, somehow, I expected to see in his hand.</p>
<p> Well, okay, not the <i>very</i> last. That would have been…a tulip or a Barbie doll or something. But a matte black semiautomatic pistol was pretty far down the list.</p>
<p> “What are you doing?” I kept it to an urgent hiss. He shushed me again, silently this time, and mimed for me to stay put while he got up. <i>Oh, no way.</i> I didn’t remember anything about who I was, but I doubted it was in my general character to play it safe, especially when my currently assigned Sir Galahad had a punctured lung and a fifty-fifty chance of keeling over at any moment.</p>
<p> I got up, too, and whirled around at a sudden crash of brush to my right. If it was David, he was making an especially dramatic entrance this time…</p>
<p> It wasn’t David.</p>
<p> There were two people stepping out of the underbrush. Naturally, I didn’t recognize either one of them, but clearly Lewis did, because he turned and aimed the gun at the ski
<p> “Whoa,” the girl said, and her hands shot up above her shoulders. The boy just glared. “Easy, Wyatt Earp.”</p>
<p> “Don’t move,” Lewis said. He was absolutely steady, but I could see the sweat glistening on his face. “What are you two doing here? How’d you get here?”</p>
<p> “We were looking for you,” the boy said. “Obviously.”</p>
<p> “We’re trying to help,” the girl put in. She tried a nervous smile, but she kept darting glances at me, as if she couldn’t quite believe her eyes. “Jo? You okay?”</p>
<p> She didn’t look familiar, but I was getting used to that. I gave Lewis a doubtful look; he wasn’t lowering the gun. “I’m going to ask again,” he said. “How’d you get here? Because the two of you were supposed to be in California, last I heard.”</p>
<p> “You need help.” The girl, again. She sounded young and earnest, and she looked it, too. Underdressed for the weather, and that bothered me. “Lewis, man, put the gun down. You know us!”</p>
<p> “Tell me how you got here.” He cocked the gun with a cold <i>snick</i> of metal.</p>
<p> “You’re crazy,” the boy said flatly. “Yo, Joa
<p> “Jo,” Lewis said, with an unsettling amount of calm, “he’s right, I do you need your help. I need you to move two steps to your left so that when I shoot these two you don’t slow down my bullets.”</p>
<p> I just stared at him, stu
<p> Probably.</p>
<p> “Oh, come on. You really going to shoot me, Lewis?” the boy asked, and stuffed his hands into the pockets of the leather jacket he was wearing. “Because I don’t think you’ve got the stones.”</p>
<p> “Guess again.” Lewis’s aim didn’t waver.</p>
<p> The boy sneered. Really, openly sneered, which isn’t easy to do with a serious weapon aimed at you. “Please. I’m a Fire Warden. I can make sure that gun doesn’t work.”</p>
<p> “You forget,” Lewis said, “I’m a Fire Warden, too.” And he moved the gun about an inch to the left and pulled the trigger. The noise was deafening. I choked on the stench of burned cordite that wafted over me and yelped.</p>
<p> The boy hadn’t flinched. The bullet dug a fresh yellow hole into the tree next to him.</p>
<p> “Please don’t do that,” the girl said, and deliberately stepped out in front of the boy. “Look, we’re just here to help, okay? There’s no need for this.”</p>
<p> “Then tell me <i>how you got here</i>.”</p>
<p> She took a step toward him, hands outstretched. “We don’t have time for this.”</p>
<p> “Cherise, right?” he asked. “Don’t push it, Cherise. I <i>will</i> shoot you.”</p>
<p> “I think you would if you really thought I was dangerous,” she said. “But look at me. How can I be-”</p>
<p> Lewis was totally not above shooting the pretty girl.</p>
<p> And he did, three times, right in the center of her fluffy hot pink sweater.</p>
<p> Cherise rocked back, lips parting, and stared down at the damage to her sweater for a few seconds, and then looked back up at Lewis. “You <i>bastard</i>! That was <i>cashmere</i>!” She lunged at him. He grabbed her by the arm, swung her around her own axis of motion, and slammed her face-first into a tree.</p>
<p> Which did about as much damage as three bullets in the chest, apparently.</p>
<p> And she was my friend? That either kicked ass, or was a big, big problem.</p>
<p> The boy grabbed hold of Lewis, stripped away the gun, and the two of them got down to some serious fighting, only some of which was happening in the real world; I could feel the stinging force of powers being slung back and forth along with punches, but I couldn’t tell who had the upper hand.</p>
<p> Cherise grabbed my arm, locked eyes with me, and panted, “Run! Come on, we have to go, <i>now</i>!”</p>
<p> “But-you were shot-”</p>
<p> She waved that off impatiently. “I’m okay. Come on!”</p>
<p> We ran. The trail was thin, and heavily clogged with debris, but Cherise was fast, and I moved as quickly as I dared, leaping over logs and branches and struggling to keep up. I was cold, very cold, and I couldn’t believe she was this active without at least a coat. But I guessed that if she was bullet-resistant, being immune to the chill wasn’t much of a stretch.</p>
<p> I felt a pulse of energy so strong it knocked me to my knees, and Cherise yelled and dropped flat, and a wave of heat rolled over us, thick and shocking.</p>
<p> A fireball erupted behind us.</p>
<p> “Kevin!” Cherise was up and ru
<p> She didn’t need to worry. The boy plunged through the flames as if they weren’t even there and doubled over, breathing hard. He wasn’t even singed. “Damn,” he gasped, and coughed. “Ow. That hurt.”</p>
<p> Cherise immediately went to him. “What happened?”</p>
<p> “He went for it,” Kevin said, and braced his hands on his knees. “Damn. I’m sorry, I thought I could contain him, but he-he just-”</p>
<p> It dawned on me that Lewis wasn’t coming out of the fire. “You killed him,” I said numbly. “You killed Lewis.”</p>
<p> Kevin glanced up at me. “He did it himself. I just couldn’t stop him. Look, the dude was going to kill you. We were lucky to get to you in time.”</p>