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.My friend, who had been featured on every newsstand in America.My friend, who would be any kidnapper's dream.Macey and I were retreating slowly, coming closer and closer to the wall behind us, and I knew we were cornered."No," I cried, as if that was all it would take for them to stop.And then I saw it—a rusty vent ten feet to the right of the door I'd given up any hope of opening.I dropped to the ground, kicked the vent as hard as I could, and felt it give slightly.I kicked again while, behind me, the men lunged for Macey.I heard a sickening snap.I turned and saw my roommate clutch her arm and fall to the ground, howling out in pain, so I kicked harder, and this time the old vent buckled under the pressure.It popped free, and I hurled it toward the head of one of the men who was reaching for Macey.I heard the crash of metal against skull, but I didn't stop to survey the damage—I was too busy grabbing Macey and pushing her toward the hole in the wall that the vent had left.I started to follow, but someone grasped my shoulders with a steel grip holding me to the spot.I clawed against her; but as I tried to pry myself free, my hand brushed against a gold ring engraved with an emblem that I could have sworn I'd seen before.For a split second my mind went still as I tried to place it, but then I heard a frail voice say "Cam," and I remembered my friend—my mission.I clawed harder, leaning forward, praying that my momentum would take me through the gap in the wall to a safer place.Suddenly, I remembered the Winters McHenry campaign button on my blouse.I heard my shirt rip as I pulled the button free and jabbed the pin into the hand on my left shoulder.The woman behind me howled in pain as I pushed Macey all the way through the vent and followed after her."Run, Macey!" I screamed."Go!"I wasn't thinking.No strategies came to mind.No flash cards.No vocabulary words.It was the age-old case of fight versus flight.I looked at Macey, whose arm hung at a strange angle; I felt my side and knew my ribs were bruised at best and maybe broken, and I knew that fight wouldn't be an option much longer—that we had to get out of there and soon."Go," I told her.Behind us, I heard the metal door open again.A flash of light sliced across the cement floor, illuminating a pair of long legs bent at an odd angle, protruding from behind one of the room's massive machines.I heard Macey whisper, "Charlie."We pushed past the churning machines and skirted a decade's worth of broken furniture and hotel relics until we reached the elevator that had brought us there.And then for the first time, I honestly felt like I couldcry.The elevator's doors stood open.Mangled wires protruded from the control box, still sparking where they'd been pulled out of the wall and sliced in two with professional precision.There was no place we could run.No place we could hide.I turned to look at the three figures, approaching us in perfect formation—a hunting party with a helicopter ready to take my friend to someplace I didn't dare imagine.I glanced around for a weapon, found a rolling cart and pushed it toward them with all my might, hoping it might serve as the greatest bowling ball in history and knock the black-clad figures down in one swipe.But the man in front merely tossed it aside."Cam," Macey whispered.She was growing paler.Her left arm had swollen to twice its normal size, but still she managed to point with her right toward a square hole inthe wall—a shaft or chute of some kind.I didn't know what it was or where it led.And I didn't have time to ask.I just dove, pushing Macey ahead of me.One of the men lunged forward.I heard a cry of "no" reverberating down the shaft, but it was too late.Gravity had taken over, and I was hurtling toward the unknown, praying that it would be better than the place I had just left.Free-falling, I felt my head bang against the metal shaft.Something hot and wet oozed into my eyes, and still I felt…grateful…hopeful.Dizzy.There was a soft thump.The ground beneath me seemed to roll, but at least there was ground.I turned and squinted through dizziness and pain to see a red drop fall onto white sheets.Macey lay unconscious beside me.I lay my head back and felt the world begin to spin.In the distance, someone yelled, "United States Secret Service, open up!"And through a hazy fog, my mind drifted back to the last time the world had gone upside down.A boy was dipping me in the center of my school and kissing me.For a moment, I could almost see his face leaning toward me, as if my life were flashing before my eyes.And then the whole world faded to black.Chapter FourNot all sleep is equal, of that much I am sure.After all, I've experienced many varieties of it firsthand.There's Bex-challenged-me-to-a-round-of-kickboxing sleep, where exhaustion is matched only by the aching of your body.There's Grandma-Morgan-made-a-huge-dinner-and-there's- nowhere-I-have-to-be-for-three-weeks sleep that only comes in places where you feel utterly safe [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]