Warner takes a deep breath. He says nothing.

"You're not going to tell me?"

"I'd rather not," he says quietly.

I take his hand. Squeeze.

The elevator doors open.

"Will this be weird for you?" Warner asks. He looks surprised by his own question, as though he can't believe he's even asking it.

"Will what be weird?"

"That Kent and I are . . . brothers."

"No," I say to him. "I've known for a while now. It doesn't change anything for me."

"That's good," he says quietly.

I'm nodding, confused.

We've moved into the bedroom. We're sitting on the bed now.

"You wouldn't mind, then?" Warner asks.

I'm still confused.

"If he and I," Warner says, "spent some time together?"

"What?" I ask, unable to hide my disbelief. "No," I say quickly. "No, of course nota"I think that would be amazing."

Warner's eyes are on the wall.

"So . . . you want to spend time with him?" I'm trying so hard to give Warner space, and I don't want to pry, but I just can't help myself.

"I would like to know my own brother, yes."

"And James?" I ask.

Warner laughs a little. "Yes. And James."

"So you're . . . happy about this?"

He doesn't answer right away. "I am not unhappy."

I climb into his lap. Cup his face in my hands, tilting his chin up so I can see his eyes. I'm smiling a stupid smile. "I think that's so wonderful," I tell him.

"Do you?" He grins. "How interesting."

I nod. Over and over again. And I kiss him once, very softly.

Warner closes his eyes. Smiles slightly, his cheek dimpled on one side. He looks thoughtful now. "How strange this has all become."

I feel like I might die of happiness.

Warner picks me up off his lap, lays me back on the bed. Crawls over me, on top of me. "And why are you so thrilled?" he asks, trying not to laugh. "You're practically buoyant."

"I want you to be happy," I tell him, my eyes searching his. "I want you to have a family. I want you to be surrounded by people who care about you," I say. "You deserve that."

"I have you," he says, resting his forehead against mine. His eyes shut.

"You should have more than me."

"No," he whispers. He shakes his head. His nose grazes mine.

"Yes."

"What about you? And your parents?" he asks me. "Do you ever want to find them?"

"No," I say quietly. "They were never parents to me. Besides, I have my friends."

"And me," he says.

"You are my friend," I tell him.

"But not your best friend. Kenji is your best friend."

I try so hard not to laugh at the jealousy in his voice. "Yes, but you're my favorite friend."

Warner leans in, bypasses my lips. "Good," he whispers, kissing my neck. "Now flip over," he says. "On your stomach."

I stare at him.

"Please," he says. Smiles.

I do. Very slowly.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, turning to look at him.

He gentles my body back down.

"I want you to know," he says, pulling on the zipper holding this suit together, "how much I value your friendship." The seam is coming apart and my skin is now open to the elements; I bite back a shiver.

The zipper stops at the base of my spine.

"But I'd like you to reconsider my title," Warner says. He drops a soft kiss in the middle of my back. Runs his hands up my skin and pushes the sleeves off my shoulders, leaving kisses against my shoulder blades, the back of my neck. "Because my friendship," he whispers, "comes with so many more benefits than Kenji could ever offer."

I can't breathe. Can't.

"Don't you think?" Warner asks.

"Yes," I say too quickly. "Yes."

And then I'm spinning, lost in sensations, and wondering how soon we'll be losing these moments, and wondering how long it'll be before we'll have them again.

I don't know where we're going, he and I, but I know I want to get there. We are hours and minutes reaching for the same second, holding hands as we spin forward into new days and the promise of something better.

But though we'll know forward and we've known backward, we will never know the present. This moment and the next one and even the one that would've been right now are gone, already passed, and all we're left with are these tired bodies, the only proof that we've lived through time and survived it.

It'll be worth it, though, in the end.

Fighting for a lifetime of this.

SIXTY-SIX.

It took one day.

"I want one." I'm staring at the gun wall in the training room. "Which one is the best one?"

Delalieu arrived just this morning to deliver the news. The supreme has arrived. He's been transported from the ocean by jet, but he's now staying on one of Sector 45's army ships, stationed at the dock.

His guard is close behind. And his armies will be following soon.

Sometimes I'm not so sure we're not going to die.

"You don't need a gun," Warner says to me, surprised. "You can certainly have one, but I don't think you need one."

"I want two."

"All right," he laughs. But he's the only one.

Everyone else is frozen in the moments before fear takes over. We're all cautiously optimistic, but concerned nonetheless. Warner has already assembled his troops, and the civilians have already been notified; if they want to join us, a station has been set up to provide weapons and ammunition. All they have to do is present their RR cards to prove they are residents of Sector 45, and they will be granted amnesty. Shelters and relief centers have been created in the soldiers' barracks to stow away any remaining men, women, and children who cannot, or will not, join the battle. They will be allowed to take refuge here, and wait out the bloodshed.

These extra efforts were all coordinated by Warner.

"What if he just bombs everyone again?" Ian asks, breaking the silence. "Just like he did with Omega Point?"

"He won't," Warner says to him. "He's too arrogant, and this war has become personal. He'll want to toy with us. He'll want to draw this out as long as possible. He is a man who has always been fascinated by the idea of torture. This is going to be fun for him."

"Yeah, that's making me feel real good," Kenji says. "Thanks for the pep talk."

"Anytime," Warner says.

Kenji almost laughs. Almost.

"So he's staying in another ship?" Winston asks. "Here?"

"This is my understanding, yes," Warner says. "Normally he would stay on base, but as we are currently the enemy, it's become a bit of a problem. Apparently he's also granted sector clearance to soldiers across the country in order to have them join him. He has his own elite guard, as well as the soldiers who maintain the capital, but he's also collecting men from around the nation. It's all for show," Warner says. "We are not so vast in number that he'd need that many men. He just wants to terrify us."

"Well, it's working," Ian says.

"And you're sure," I ask Warner, "that he won't be on the battlefield? You're positive?" This is the part of the plan that's the most important. The most critical.

Warner nods.

Anderson never fights in his own wars. He never shows his face. And we're relying on his cowardice to be our biggest advantage. Because while he might be able to anticipate an attempt on his life, we're hoping he won't be able to anticipate invisible attackers.

Warner has to oversee the troops. Castle, Brendan, Winston, Lily, Alia, and Adam will be supporting him. James will be staying behind on base.

But me and Kenji are going to the source.

And right now, we're ready to go. We're suited up, armed, and highly caffeinated.

I hear the sound of a gun being reloaded.

Spin around.

Warner is looking at me.

It's time to go.

SIXTY-SEVEN.

Kenji grabs my arm.

Everyone else is going up and out of Warner's room, but Kenji and I will head out the back way, alerting no one to our presence. We want everyone, even the soldiers, to think we are in the midst of battle. We don't want to show up only to disappear; we don't want anyone to notice we're missing.

So we stand back and watch as our friends load into the elevator to go up to the main floor. James is still waving as the doors close and leave him behind.

My heart stops for a second.

Kenji kisses James good-bye. It's an obnoxious, noisy kiss, right on top of his head. "Watch my back, okay?" he says to James. "If anyone comes in here, I want you to kick the shit out of them."

"Okay," James says. He's laughing to pretend he's not crying.

"I'm serious," Kenji says. "Just start whaling on them. Like just go batshit." He makes a weird fighting motion with his hands. "Get super crazy," he says. "Beat the crazy with crazya""