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I said. "He told everyone that," Martha said, her voice dropping lower as she reached into her coat pocket. She didn't pull a gun. She pulled a thick white roll of medical gauze and a small blue bottle. "Because if Sterling knew I was alive, he would have looked for you much sooner. We need to move. Sterling's secondary team has local police frequencies." "I have a sister," I said, looking toward the weeds. "She's in the ferns." "I know," Martha said. She turned her head toward the ditch. "Come out, Clara. The wolves are gone."

When we reached the end of a hall, I found dozens of guards positioned with their guns at us, ready to fire at us. “Leave now before we kill you,” I said. “Your warriors are already dead. Unless you have a death wish, then shoot.” But they didn’t care about my warning. They fired and Martha created an air shield which stopped the bullets. She moved forward straining under the force of the bullets and the powers she used against them. I followed behind as she sandwiched them between a wall. They had nowhere to go and they could not shoot. “Drop your weapons and I’ll think about letting you all go,” was her way of telling them to surrender.