The Dream Walker
planned.
    “I thought this was supposed to be a civilized meeting,” Micah said, eyeing the Glock Cohen was aiming at him.
    “ It is,” Noah said, “but you can’t be trusted. Unload your weapons on the table.”
    “ You get to keep yours though, I take it?” Jael asked, pulling a gun from under his jacket.
    “ Of course,” Hudson said.
    “ That doesn’t seem fair,” Micah said, putting his gun on the table.
    “ Just like it wasn’t fair for your friend over there to open fire on three guys sitting in a car,” Jovan said, motioning to Jael.
    “ And I see you’re all using our gift,” Noah said, speaking of the contacts that the Saviors had given them to dim the glow of their SR44-colored eyes.
    Micah sighed. “Yes, and our lives have become much easier,” he said. “As for the shooting, that was bad judgment. I let my anger get the best of me.”
    Noah stepped out from behind Nico and Blake. Before Nico knew what was happening, Noah had Micah on the ground and was punching him in the face. A second later, he was on top of Jael, doing a rerun of what he’d done to Micah. The rest of The Platoon made a move for their weapons, but the Saviors all cocked their guns, stopping them.
    Nico was surprised at Noah’s agility, as he’d never seen him move so fast. He went over and pulled Noah off of Jael. “It’s enough, Noah,” he said quietly. “Don’t waste your energy.” Nico did get satisfaction when he saw that Micah’s lip was cut and his nose was bleeding.
    “ That was unnecessary,” Micah growled, getting to his feet. Jael followed suit.
    “ That was for Talin, you piece of shit,” Noah said, straightening out his jacket. “That felt really, really good.”
    Micah stared at Noah, both males breathing hard. This wasn ’t going the way it was supposed to. They were supposed to talk about Colonists, not beat the crap out of each other.
    The tension in the room was growing, and Nico was certain they were one wrong move away from a bloodbath. Emotions were too high from Talin ’s death.
    “ Perhaps we should all calm down. We’re here for a purpose,”Nico said. He figured he better step into the peacekeeper role before it all went tit s- up, as Hudson liked to say.
    “ Nico’s right,” Hudson said. “Let’s dial it down a notch, boys.”
    Blake went over to the table and scooped up the discarded weapons. “I’ll just move these over here for safe keeping,” he said, putting them in a corner of the room. “And let’s remember that the government will have another clue to the existence of you guys if there are any bodies.”
    “ They already have bodies, dumbass,” Jael said.
    “ And if you don’t shut your trap, Jael, I’d be more than happy to make you their next one,” Hudson said with a smile.
    “ Let’s get down to business, Micah,” Noah said, taking a chair at the table, motioning for Micah to sit across from him.
    Micah sat down and gestured for Jael to take a seat next to him. He blotted his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. Hudson sat down next to Noah and laid his gun on the table in front of him. Nico had watched Hudson get ready for the night, and he knew that under the windbreaker were three knives and two more guns. The guy was a straight-up killer when needed, and Nico was happy Hudson was on their side.
    “You’ve seen the picture of the rat,” Micah said.
    “ Yes,” Noah said.
    “ And what did you think?”
    “ I think you could have faked that.”
    Micah rolled his eyes. “Why would I go to the trouble of doing that?”
    Noah shrugge d, then leaned over the table. “Who knows? I know nothing about you except you’re a crazy, cold-blooded-killing motherfucker. I trust you like a mouse trusts a snake. The only reason that I’m here is because Nico and Annis believed we had to check it out.”
    Micah nodded and sat back. He looked at Nico, then at Annis. “Thank you both.”
    Jesus. What was it with the manners? Maybe the guy had been reading

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