"You realize we're standing inside a radioactive death zone, right?" Hannah's voice cut through the eerie silence as they crouched beneath the shadow of the nuclear plant's concrete perimeter wall.
The cooling towers loomed overhead, ghostly plumes of steam rising into the night sky. Warning signs plastered the chain-link fence, their bright yellow radiation symbols glowing under the moonlight.
Atlas kept his eyes on the security patrol making its rounds. "The radiation levels here are elevated but not lethal. At least not to us."
"Speak for yourself, golden boy," Hannah muttered. "Some of us are still boringly human."
"Not entirely," Sarah's grandfather interjected, his face illuminated by the faint golden glow emanating from Sarah and Atlas. "The light markers in our bloodlines offer
