Chapter 17Montreal regarded the newcomer. He and Juniper were roughly the same height, although Juniper was less broad. But he’s solidly muscled. His skin’s swarthier than that of the Committee and his beard less precisely cut. But there’s no mistaking the intelligence behind those dark eyes.
“Trusting, aren’t you?” Montreal asked, but Juniper shook his head.
“Not in the least. I’m no fool, either. But we’ve waited for you. This is the time to gain our freedom.”
“Because you think we’ll help you?” Jeroboam asked. “And what freedom do you expect us to help you gain?”
“Just like yourselves, we’re kept hostage to the Committee.” Juniper’s expression darkened. “We work every day but one—if we can stop. They control the machinery. They control the air and water.”
“Why don’t you sit down.”
