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I stand on a runway at LaGuardia, surrounded by Ethan, Evil Lincoln, and a bunch of Razor Guards. The air feels like it’s pressing in around me, but that could just be the humidity from the nearby Hudson River.
As far as I can see, all the tarmacs are filled with locals. Night is falling, but everyone’s still here for Ethan’s Touch The Tech Event. Mobile spotlights dot the various runways, so the place is cast in a weird daytime glow even though it’s getting darker by the second. I scan the crowd for human police. After all, Evil Lincoln has a gun to my back. Humans have laws about this stuff.
I’ve barely begun looking around when Ethan leans in closer. “Call for help and you’re dead.”
I inhale a deep breath. I am so screaming my lungs out.
Evil Lincoln jams the gun harder against
