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In only two days, the monsters already had them trained like abused dogs—fearful, expectant, quivering in their cages. It didn’t help that they’d put Deborah and Ben in actual cages. Forced to hunker or sit, they hadn’t been released to stretch their legs since they were delivered from the odd helicopter to this very room. They’d been given sips of water every few hours and a dry cake of something that tasted as if it were meant for animals, but beyond that, there was nothing. No word as to their purpose here, why they’d been spared, what had happened to Qumran—or Lukas. But Deborah was determined not to let herself dwell on the high likelihood of each of those questions being met with devastating answers. Instead, she tried to focus on her brother.
She looked over to her brother. “Be
