“They know who I am? They know where I am?” I already know the answers to the questions before they leave my mouth, but the unbelieving side of me doesn’t want it to be real. No one apart from members of the group knows who the leader is – it’s been a mystery, for safety reasons, and confidence reasons alike.
“Yep, pretty much.” Danny shrugs, as if he doesn’t understand the alertness in my voice.
“Shit.” It’s like a switch in my brain clicks at that moment, and suddenly I’m in panic mode. That panic comes out as orders. “We need to tighten security even more at the borders – all kids inside at all times, and… and I need someone to unlock the underground shelters my parents had built in case of emergency… the keys are in the desk drawer, they said…” I’m talking to myself at this point, ru
