“Why aren’t we talking about what happened last night?” She glanced around the room. “To Robin.”
Chairs squeaked, and breaths were exhaled. But no one responded. They looked to the front of the room.
“Because we don’t know what happened,” Sarita said. “All we have right now are rumors and gossip. Is that going to help anyone?” She swept her dark gaze over the dozen girls in the room.
“He’s in a coma,” Jolene said. “After studying all night.”
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“We know where it is. We’ve known for a while. We just can’t get to it. It would require some fairly fancy flying.” The secretary crossed his arms and gazed at the faces of the officials surrounding him.
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I worry about making something that’ll be toxic. Or explosive. I mean, the safety standards are there, and we tinker in increments, but still, I worry about making something dangerous. Some substance that seems harmless but seeps into our daily lives and destroys humanity, maybe even decades after I’m dead. So I’m vigilant.
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