TITLE: The End World
GENRE: YA Science-Fiction
If Russell had ordered me three years ago to climb a five story building in ninety-degree weather, I’d have told him to f*** off. By now, I had learned to say “Yes, Sir” like any good Spinner and would’ve climbed a skyscraper, if there had been any left.
“Must be my lucky day,” I muttered as I reached the fourth story. The faded theater sign stood on side of me, most of its plastic letters lost in time.
There was no telling the last movie that was playing before the End World went to hell. Finding similarities and differences between Earth and this dump was a pastime of mine. Researchers said the comparison ratio was seventy-three percent. Who said I had to take their word for it?
I grabbed the rough cement ledge above me and hauled myself up. Across the street, Sal was already lying down, scanning the street with his own NF P90.
Damn, he’s fast.
His voice crackled in my earplant. “Need to lose a few pounds, girlfriend. Soon you won’t be able to climb a speed bump.”
I gave him the finger.
“Love you too, Lana.”
“Just focus, will you,” I hissed in my vocollar, taking his silence as agreement.
Control programmed our earplants and vocollar on the same frequency before a mission. At first, I squirmed at the idea of getting the implants burrowed into my eardrums and vocal cords. I had to admit, they had saved my apple bottom more than once.