Wish
Lucian’s team ditched him after they got the first flag, so he was assigned to be with us.
“Yea—”
My voice is cut off when a voice from outside shouts, “Lights out in ten minutes!”
I look outside to see an annoyed-looking counselor.
“We just got done cleaning,” I tell him, irritably. “We need to shower. And what about dinner?”
He sneers at me. “Zeroes aren’t allowed to use the mess, so cook whatever you can find. But lights out means lights out. I don’t care how dirty you think you—” When he sees us, he bursts into laughter. “Oh, man, you lot are filthy.”
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