CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THE CURE FOR WHAT AILS YOU
“Water!” I shouted, my feet rooted to the ground as I watched the tent go up in flames, its contents presumably quick to follow.
Max put his arm around me. “It’s too late, Destiny. It’s gone.”
Too late indeed, I figured sadly watching as the flames licked the sky. I turned frantically to the general. “You were doing research here, trying to find a cure. Did you find anything?”
“How did you know that?” It was then he spotted Jackson amongst us, anger again washing across his face. “You’ll be court-martialed, Private.”
Jackson couldn’t help but snicker. “By whom, sir?”
I put my hand on the general’s. He flinched. “Just answer the question, please, sir.”
His eyes locked with mine. “We, um… we think so.”
“Think?” asked Max. “Why think?”
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