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Once I was outside, the brisk fall air hit my face. I breathed it in as I wove through the crowd of Enders packing the sidewalk.

I must have been the only one who had ever turned Tinnenbaum down, who didnt fall for his pitch. But Id learned not to trust Enders. I walked through Beverly Hills, shaking my head at the 9. Here, only every third storefront was vacant. Designer wear, visual electronics, and bot-shops, all for the wealthy Enders shopping x. Scrounging was good here.

If anything broke, theyd have to throw it away because there was no one to x it and no way to get parts. I kept my head down. Even though I wasnt doing anything illegal at the moment, if a marshal stopped me, I couldnt produce the necessary docs that claimed minors had to carry.

As I waited for a trafc light, a truck stopped with a bunch of glum Starters, dirty and battered, sitting crosslegged in the back, picks and shovels piled in the center. One girl with a bandage around her head stared at me with dead eyes. I saw the icker of jealousy in them, as if my life were any better. As the truck pulled away, the girl folded her arms, sort of hugging herself.

As bad as my life was, hers was worse. There had to be some way out of this insanity. Some way that didnt involve that creepy body bank or legalized slave labor. I stuck to the side streets, avoiding Wilshire Boulevard, which was a marshal magnet. Two Enders, businessmen in black raincoats, walked toward me.

I looked away and slipped my hands inside my pockets. In my left pocket was the contract. In my right, the paper-wrapped chocolates. Bitter and sweet. The neighborhoods became rougher the farther I got from Beverly Hills.

I sidestepped piles of garbage waiting for pickups that were long overdue. I looked up and realized I was passing a building that was red-tented. The last spore missiles had been over a year ago, but the Or didnt want to. I held my sleeve to cover my nose and mouth, as my dad had taught me, and hurried by. Daylight faded away, and I moved more freely. I pulled out my handlite and strapped it to the back of my left hand but didnt turn it on.

Wed broken the streetlights here. We needed the protection of the shadows so the authorities couldnt pick us up with one of their lame excuses. Theyd be only too happy to lock us in an institution. Id never seen the inside of one, but Id heard about them. One of the worst, Institution 37, was just a few miles away. Id heard other Starters whisper about it.

By the time I was a couple of blocks from our home, it was as dark as it got. I icked on my handlite. A minute later, I caught the streaking of two handlites darting at an angle, coming from the other side of the road.

Because whoever it was kept their handlites on, I hoped they were friendlies. But then, at the same second, the lights both went dark. My stomach tightened and my heart leapt up to my throat. I ran. I had no time to think. My instinct took me toward my building. One of them, a tall, long-legged girl with a tattoo on the side of her face, caught up to me. She was right behind, reaching out to grab my sweatshirt.

I pumped my legs harder. The side door to my building was just halfway down the block, waiting for me. She tried again and this time got my hood. I fell as she yanked me, and I landed hard on the sidewalk. My back hurt and my head stung. She straddled me and went for my pockets. Her friend, a smaller boy, turned his handlite back on and aimed it into my eyes. I dont have any money. I squinted and tried to slap her hands away. She hit the sides of my face with her open palms, smacking my ears hard.

A dirty street trick that made your head ring with pain. No money for me? Her mufed words reverberated in my head. Then youre in it deep. A rush of adrenaline powered my arm and I punched her across the jaw. She started to fall over but righted herself before I could get out from under her. Youre dead now, baby. I squirmed and thrashed, but she locked me down with her steel thighs.

She pulled back her st and put her whole body into it. I rolled my head to the side at the last second and her st connected with pavement.

She screamed. Her scream propelled me to scramble out from under her while she cradled her hand in pain. My heart was pounding like it wanted to leap out of my chest. The other kid moved in with a rock. My breath came in gulps as I got to my feet. Something fell from my pocket. Everyone stopped to look. One of the precious Supertrufes. The girl crawled toward it, protecting her crushed hand against her chest. Her friend dove to the ground and snatched it up.

She grabbed for his hand, broke off a piece of the trufe, and gobbled it down. He devoured the rest. I ran to the side entrance of my building. I pushed open the door, my door, and ducked inside.

I prayed they wouldnt enter my building. I had to de I aimed my handlite to check out the stairs. I climbed to the third oor and peered through a dirty window. Below, the renegade thieves scurried away like vermin.

I took a quick inventory. The back of my head hurt from hitting the pavement, but I had made it without any bad gashes or broken bones.

I put my hand on my chest and tried to calm my breathing. I turned my attention to the inside of the building and did my usual scans. I listened as best I could, but my ears were still ringing from the ght.

I shook my head to try to clear them. No new sounds. No new occupants. No danger. The ofce on the end drew me like a beacon, promising sleep. Our encampment of desks barricaded the corner, sealing off a section of the cavernous, bare room and providing the illusion of comfort.

Tyler was probably already asleep. I ngered the remaining Supertrufes in my pockets. Maybe I should just surprise him in the morning. But I couldnt wait. Hey, wake up. Got something for you.

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When I came around the desks, nothing was there. No blankets, no brother. What few belongings we had left were gone. I called out. My throat tightened as I held my breath. I dashed for the door, but just as I got there, a face popped in through the doorway. Michael shook back his shaggy blond hair. He put his handlite under his chin and aped a scary face.

He couldnt hold it and broke into laughter. If he was laughing, Tyler had to be all right. I gave him a little shove. Wheres Tyler? I had to move you guys to my room. Roof started leaking in here.

He aimed his lite at a dark blot on the ceiling. Hope thats okay? Dont know. Depends on your decorating skills. I followed him to a room across the hall. Inside, in two different corners, the desks formed cozy, protective nooks. As I got closer, I saw hed re-created the exact arrangement of our belongings. I went inside the nook in the far corner and saw Tyler sitting against the wall, blanket over his legs. He looked too small for his seven years.

Maybe it was the momentary thought of losing him, or the fact that Id been away all day, but it was like I was seeing him anew.

He had lost weight since we had been on the streets. His hair needed cutting. Shadows darkened the skin under his eyes. Where ya been, Monkey-Face? Tylers voice was hoarse. I made an effort to push away my look of concern. Youve been gone a long time.

But you had Michael here. I knelt beside him. And it took me a long time to nd a special treat for you. A slight smile formed on his lips. Whatd you get me? I pulled out one of the paper cups and unwrapped the vitamin-infused chocolate. It was the size of a cookie. His eyes widened. He looked at Michael standing near me. Ive got two. I showed him the other. Both for you. You have one. Did you eat today? I stared at him.

Could I get away with a lie? No, he knew me too well. You guys share it, Tyler said. Michael shrugged and his hair fell over one eye in that beautiful, effortless way that dened him.

Cant argue with that. Tyler smiled and held my hand. Thanks, Callie. We ate the Supertrufes, sitting around a desk placed in the middle of the room. It served as our dining table, with Michaels handlite in the center, set on candle mode. We cut the chocolates into small pieces and joked about the rst bite being the appetizer, the second the entre, and the third the dessert.

They were heaven, the sweet, thick chocolates, a cross between brownies and fudge, rich and smoky on our tongues. They were gone too soon. Tyler perked up after eating. He sang some song to himself while Michael leaned his chin on one hand and stared at me from across the desk.

I knew he was dying to ask me about the body bank. And maybe more. I saw his eyes scan my new scrapes and cuts. The trufes made me thirsty, I said. Me too, Tyler said. Michael rose. I guess Id better ll up the water bottles. He grabbed our bottles, which hung on straps by the door, along with our washing pail. Then he left. Tyler put his head on the desk. The excitement of the chocolates was taking its toll.

I rubbed his baby-soft hair, his neck. His hoodie had slipped off one shoulder, exposing his I ran my nger over it, grateful for the little mark. If not for that, wed all be dead like our parents.

Like everyone between twenty and sixty. We, like the elderly Enders, were the most vulnerable, so we had gotten vaccinated rst against the genocide spores. Now we were the only ones left. How ironic was that? After a few minutes, Michael returned with the lled water bottles. I went to the bathroom where hed left the pail.

The rst week we had lived there, we had still had running water in the building. I sighed. It used to be so much easier than stealing our water from outside pipes when no one was looking. The cold water felt refreshing, even though it was November and there was no heat in the building. I splashed water onto the cuts on my arms and face. When I returned to the room, Tyler was settled back in our corner. Michael was lying in his mirror-image fort in the opposite corner.

I felt safer with us all in the same room. If anyone were to break in, one of us would have the intruder from behind. Michael had a metal pipe. I had a mini-ZipTaser that had belonged to my father. It wasnt as strong as a marshals, but I relied on it.

Sad how it had become my new comfort item. I sat on my sleeping bag and pulled off my shoes. I took off my sweatshirt and slipped into my sleeping bag as if I were going to sleep. I added pajamas to my internal list of things that I missed. Flannel, warm from the dryer. I was tired of always being dressed, ready to run or ght.

I ached for uffy jammies and a deep, forget-the-world sleep. Michael moved our stuff over. Tyler shined his lite at our books and treasures on the desks surrounding us. That was nice of him. He aimed his lite at a toy dog. Just like before. At rst I thought he meant like at our home, but then I realized he meant how we had had it the previous day.

Michael had made a point of arranging our possessions exactly as we had had themhe knew how precious they were to us. Tyler pulled down our holo-frame. He did this every few nights, when he felt particularly sad. He held it in his palm and cycled through the holosour family at the beach, us playing in the sand, our dad at target practice, our parents at their wedding.

My brother paused at the same place he always didan image of our parents on a cruise, taken three years ago, just before the ghting started in the Pacic Ocean.

The sound of their voices was always hard for me. We miss you, Tyler. We love you, Callie. Take good care of your brother. The rst month, I cried whenever I heard their voices. Then I stopped. They sounded hollow now, like nameless actors.

Tyler never cried. He continued to absorb their words over and over. This was Mom and Dad to him now. Okay, enough. Time to sleep. I reached for the frame. I want to remember.

His eyes pleaded with me. You afraid youll forget? I tapped the handlite on his wrist. Remember who invented this? Tyler nodded solemnly, his lower lip extended. Thats right. With some other scientists. So whenever you see the light from it, think of it as Daddy watching over you. That what you do? Every day. I stroked his head. Dont worry. I promise. Well never, ever forget them. I traded the frame for his favorite toy, his only toy now, a small dogbot.

He tucked it under his arm and it went into soft mode, lying just like a real dog. Except for the glowing green eyes.

I put the frame back on the desk above us. Tyler coughed. I pulled his sleeping bag up around his neck. Every time he coughed, I struggled not to hear the clinic doctors words echo in my mind: Rare lung disorder. Might heal, or not. I watched Tylers chest rise and fall, and heard the labored breathing of sleep take over. I crawled out of my sleeping bag and peered around the desks.

Michaels handlite glowed against the wall. I threw my sweatshirt over my shoulders and padded over. I whispered. Come on in. He kept his voice hushed. I entered his little fortress. I liked being there, surrounded by his pencil and charcoal drawings, his art supplies lling every nook. He drew city scenes, interpreting our landscape of empty buildings, friendlies and renegades, complete with handlites and layered, ragged clothes, water bottles slung across thin torsos. He put down his book and sat up with his back to the wall, motioning for me to sit next to him on his army blanket.

So, what happened to your face? I reached up to my cheek. It was burning. Does it look bad? Tyler didnt notice. Only because its so dark in here. I sat cross-legged facing him.

I nodded. But Im okay. How was that place? He went silent. His head hung down. Michael raised his head. I was worried you werent coming back. I promised, didnt I? He nodded. But I was thinking. I had no response to that. We sat a moment until he nally broke the silence.

So, whatd you think of it? Did you know they insert a neurochip in here? I pointed to the back of my head. Let me see. He touched my hair. I told you, I just went to check it out. I saw the concern in his face, his eyes soft with kindness. Funny, I hadnt really noticed him much when he lived down the street from us. Strange that it had taken the Spore Wars to bring us together. I stuffed my hands into my pockets and felt something. A paper. I pulled it out.

Whats that? The man at the body bank gave it to me. Its a contract. Michael leaned closer. Thats what theyre going to pay? He snatched the form from my ngers.

Give it back. He read the contract. Im not doing it. He paused. But why? I know you. Youre not scared. Theyll never pay that much money. Its unreal. Thats what tipped me off. How do they get around the law, anyway? Hiring Starters? I shrugged. They must have some loophole.

Its pretty much off the radar. You never see any ads for it. He was right. The only way I knew about it was from that guy who used to live on the rst oor.

He probably makes money for every Starter he brings in. He wont be getting any from me. I rested on my side, leaning my head on my hand. I dont trust that place. You must be tired, he said. That was a long walk. Im beyond tired. Tomorrow, lets go to the loading dock and see if we can get some fruit. His words faded, and my eyes felt heavy.

Next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and he was smiling at me. Cal, he said gently. Go to bed. I stuffed the contract back into my pocket and returned to Tyler. My body melted into the sleeping bag. I set my lite to sleep mode. It glowed softly. Winter in Southern California wasnt brutal, but it was going to get too cold for Tyler.

I needed to get him into someplace warm, a real home.

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But how? This was my nightly ritual worry. Id hoped the body bank would be the answer, but it wasnt. As I drifted off to sleep, my lite turned itself off. My sleep was shattered by the screech of the smoke detectors. A bitter stench lled my nostrils. I felt Tyler, near me, sitting up and coughing. The time on my handband read 5: I felt for my water bottle and opened it. I reached into the drawer above me and pulled out a T-shirt. I splashed water on it. Hold this to your nose, I told Tyler.

Michaels lite broke through the smoke. Lets go! I locked arms with my little brother. Our handlites partly penetrated the smoke as we all crouched over and made our way to the door. Michael put his hand on my back, guiding me to the stairs. Smoke clouded the stairway. It seemed to take forever, but we made it down. My legs were rubbery by the time we made it outside. We stepped away from the building, worried about ames and falling debris. In the darkness of the early morning, we saw other friendlies coming outtwo we knew and three others who must have been on the lower oors.

They were staring at the building in shock. I spun around. Wherere the ames? Wheres the re? Michael said. Is that everyone? I saw an Ender, maybe a hundred years old, approaching. He wore a crisp suit. You sure? The Ender looked at the friendlies, who nodded. The man raised his hand and three more Enders wearing construction gear walked forward. One construction man ripped off the tape that covered the lock on the side door.

Another used a hand tool to post a notice. The suit gave us a copy of the notice. Michael read it. No trespassing. Premises under new ownership.

They smoked us, one of the friendlies said. You must vacate the area now, the suit said in a calm but authoritative voice. When no one moved, he added, You have one minute. But our stuff. I moved toward the building. I cant let you back in there. Insurance liability, the suit said.

You cant keep our property, Michael said. Squatting is trespassing, the Ender said. Im warning you for your own good. Thirty seconds. My heart sank. All we have left of our things is in there. If we cant go in, please just bring our stuff out.

Theres no time. You have to go. The marshals are on their way. That made the other friendlies run. I put my arm around Tyler and turned to go, but something made me stop. The man in the suit already had his back to us, but the construction man saw us and nodded to him. He turned. Our parents are dead. My eyes burned with tears. The last pictures we have of them are inside that building.

On the third oor, end of the hall. Could someone just give us the frame? Even if they have to throw it out the window? He paused for just a moment, as if he was considering it.

I wish I could. But I cant. He turned his back. I had never felt so hollow inside. It was hopeless arguing with him. More than a hundred years separated us; he could never understand what we had gone through.

Callie, its okay. Tyler pulled my hand. We can remember them without the pictures. We wont forget. Its the marshals, Michael said. We had no choice. We ran into the darkness of the early morning, leaving behind the last physical links to our family and to the life wed lived together just a year ago.

We raced up the street, away from the marshals sirens. I glanced back just long enough to see the silver hair and steelgray uniforms rushing out of their vehicle. Michael scooped Tyler into his arms, and we ran as fast as we could. We ducked down a narrow walkway between our old building and another abandoned ofce building.

We heard the marshals chasing us, but we were out of the walkway before they made it to the entrance, so they didnt see which way we turned. They had guns and a hundred-plus years of experience, but we had young legs. We hid in a long row of bushes in the courtyard between the buildings. They were dying and scratchy but still full enough to hide us in the darkness of the hour.

Good thing wed staked out hiding places when we rst moved in. I pushed aside branches as Michael put Tyler on the ground, and we huddled together. The marshals came out of the walkway. I peered at them One headed left. The other came right toward us.

Tyler made a sound, that wheeze that was always followed by a cough. I felt the hair on my arms rise. Michael slipped his hand over Tylers mouth. The marshal was approaching. Had he spotted us? He crouched and edged closer, his gun drawn. My heartbeat echoed in my ears. I gripped Michaels shirt and pressed my cheek to his shoulder. The marshals hand groped through the leaves in front of my face. He was so close I could smell the oily scent of his gloves.

I held my breath. Hes over here! Then the sound that made our spines tingle, that electronic, arcing crackle, broke through the cold night. Excruciating screams followed the crackle. They ripped through us, making our teeth hurt and our souls ache. The leaves shook as our marshal ran off. I pressed my face to the hole in the bushes to see. A boy lay on the ground, facedown. His screams were giving way to moans.

One of the marshals slapped autocuffs on him and turned him over. I recognized him as one of the newer guys in our building. The side of his neck was burnt black from the ZipTaser. That happened if they held it too close or the gun was turned up too high. They did it on purpose, to brand us.

He started yelling as they ran a strap around his cuffs and across his chest, begging them to leave him. They ignored his pleas, tilting him at an angle and holding a strap over their The boys heels scraped the ground, and every bump was punctuated with a scream. It was like theyd snared an animal. They were cowards, conducting these raids in the dark of night, out of sight of any softhearted Enders who might intervene.

Inside the safety of our leafy cover, we hugged each other in a ball. This kept Tyler warm, kept him from coughing, and kept any of us from making the slightest sound. Every scream made us inch. If only wed had a few more friendlies, we could have jumped on the marshals backs, biting, punching, scratching, until the boy could get away. The screaming faded as they all entered the walkway. Then we heard their car start. They were leaving, satised with one capture.

They had bagged their prize, and it lled their daily quota. But they would return tomorrow. Tyler nally released his cough, which led to wheezing and more coughing. We crawled out of the bushes to get him off the damp ground. Michael removed his sweatshirt and put it over Tylers so he had a double layer. They huddled together on a low concrete planter while I paced.

Now what do we do? Michael asked. Weve lost our sleeping bags. And my ZipTaser. I swallowed hard, remembering the marshals weapon. And our water bottles, I said. And anything else we saved, scrounged, or built. My words hung in the cold night air, the nality of it all too overwhelming. Then Tyler came up with his contribution. My dogbot, he said. His lower lip jutted out, but it quivered as he struggled to It wasnt just a toy, or his last toyit was the last toy given to him by our mom.

If I had been a better person, I would have confessed that I understood, that I was devastated over losing our parents pictures. Those were memory triggers, gone forever.

Our old lives, the ones wed had just a year ago, were history nowundocumented history.

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The last cord was cut. But I kept it inside. Falling apart wasnt an option. Whatre we gonna do? Tyler asked. Wherell we go? He went into a t of hacking coughs.

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