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Sixteen
Sixteen Movement felt good to Brice, even with the extra weight he carried. Maybe because of it. He felt his legs pushing harder, and the warmth was a comfort. Even his breathing, deeper with each step, felt good. Almost good enough to ignore the fact that, once again, he was doing the donkey work. But he could understand why things needed to be this way. Keelin could never have managed to carry Cathal like this, and Ryann needed to be free to lead. And Tris? Data-boy might have been building his body up, but it was all for show. He wouldn’t have lasted more than a few hundred metres. But it was annoying that he was bringing up the rear. Brice trusted Keelin to watch his back, but not Tris. Ryann stopped every so often, holding up a hand in silence as she scanned the trees. Then she’d
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