The Yaru murderer slid to a stop and spun around, snarling in rage as he launched himself at us again.This time I reached out with my mind and caught ...im in mid-air, holding him there, five feet off the ground."You are here so that we can use you to test something. We do not require your cooperation for this. You will die soon, no matter how you struggle."I jumped White Toe into the section of the dome where Lark's Bright Song was held, still separated by a barrier that kept him restricted to. "You've already told him, haven't you?" I asked, trying unsuccessfully to contain a grin."Yes, captain. I have." Her eyes positively glimmered now, and she tossed her head slightly, which sent shimmers through the waves of long red hair."What if I had not agreed?" I asked her, a little impishly."Then I would have convinced you that you were wrong," she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. She probably would have."So," I said playing along,"you think I can be convinced so easily?" No, I don't," she. John stepped over him with characteristic sangfroid, adeptly picked up his son in his arms, and with Jill’s help, folded down the upper bunk and rested him on it. After checking to see that he was alive and did not show signs of a concussion, he then proceeded to drag Lance into the room, thankfully without leaving too much of an obvious blood trail outside the rooms door.Brenda, who had woozily regained consciousness at this point, was also gently, if indifferently, helped into a seated. ”“Well,” I said. “It’s fine. You’ll see.”“I don’t think it’s fine,” she said, glancing around. She motioned towards an older gentleman in a white shirt and black pants. It was a security guard with a silver badge. He had a patch on his shoulder and his belt jangled as he headed over to us. “It’s weird.”“I guess,” I said, glancing at the screen. A woman with a small child rushed by, the last dots that were moving to the door. The moment they were outside, I hit the enter key, executing the.