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“He’s just a kid.” Hugh stared down at the mangled body of the young Servant. Blood had oozed out of his nose and mouth as if from an impact. His eyes had popped from the sockets and his torso and limbs were twisted at odd angles. “How old do you think? About ten?”
“Eight would be my guess,” said Townsend.
“Shit.” He hated that the other classes suffered like this. So many were taken from parents and then abandoned. Their only chance to survive was to join gangs.
“Hey.” Jackson nudged Hugh’s arm. “Isn’t that one of your scientists?”
Hugh and Townsend had picked Jackson up on their way. Since he really didn’t think this death had anything to do with a giant bird, he’d convinced Trinity and Tim to stay behind and continue sorting through the maps.
“What?” He turned. “Yeah.
