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then crouched and inched up to the back of the car, peeking around the edge. Bryson was<br />
next, then Michael, who lifted his head enough to look through the window. On the other<br />
side of the vehicle, trees crowded the hillside, growing thicker and thicker until they<br />
formed a dark forest. Michael felt that familiar gaming itch—the curiosity of the<br />
unexplored, the certainty that there was something sinister hidden out there. He realized<br />
that it helped him feel braver to approach this like a game.<br />
Walter turned back and motioned for Michael and Bryson to follow him, then made a<br />
break for the woods. Michael stayed close to Bryson, crouching as low as possible, with a<br />
tight grip on his rifle. He stopped at the first line of trees, holding his weapon as if it were<br />
a lance in a joust. Even though he was trying to think of this as a game, he couldn’t<br />
fathom pulling the trigger any time soon. What he was really hoping for was a chance to<br />
talk to Janey or any other Tangent. He’d already thought it through. He’d decided that if<br />
the opportunity presented itself, he would accidentally “get lost” and take off on his own.<br />
He needed information, not dead children—no matter who lived in their heads.<br />
It got darker as they crept deeper into the woods and the canopy of leaves grew thicker<br />
over their heads. Dry pine straw crackled under Michael’s feet. Branches scratched his<br />
arms as he swept his gun left and right. Shadows passed, drawing his attention to the dark<br />
corners of the forest, and curling bark and thick branches of pine needles twisted into<br />
long arms and fingers reaching out to tug at his hair and clothes. No one spoke as they<br />
moved through the maze of the forest. Only their footsteps and the buzz of insects broke<br />
the silence.<br />
They pressed forward for ten or fifteen minutes, like three hunters looking for a<br />
hapless deer. The fading sunlight barely illuminated the forest floor, creating a shadowy<br />
gloom that made Michael wonder if they might not be stepping right past the very<br />
Tangents they were searching for.<br />
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of movement off to his right, a quick flash of something<br />
bright moving from one tree to another. Walter and Bryson were already moving on, so<br />
Michael slowed his steps until he stopped completely, and continued to crunch the pine<br />
straw underfoot. His companions were so lost in concentration that they didn’t notice<br />
they’d left Michael, and soon they’d turned a corner, disappearing behind a huge oak.<br />
Michael took his opportunity. He turned as slowly as possible toward the movement he’d<br />
seen in the forest.<br />
He crept up to the tree where he’d seen the movement stop.<br />
“I don’t want any trouble,” Michael whispered. “I’m…uh…the First. Please, just let me<br />
talk to whoever’s leading you guys out here. Let me talk to Janey.”<br />
A couple of seconds went by before an answer came, a soft but harsh rasp. A man.<br />
“Janey’s a child. What would make you think she leads us?”<br />
Michael definitely hadn’t been expecting that to be the response. “Um, okay. She said—”<br />
“Yes,” the voice interrupted. “Many of my friends have chosen to take the bodies of<br />
children. But the agreement is that they’re too weak to lead.”<br />
It was already a weird conversation, and Michael didn’t have much time. “Look, I’m a