The End of Tomorrow by Tara Brown Page A

finding the Burrow.”
    “Something is wrong.” Fitz’s eyes narrowed.
    “What?” Coop strolled in, grabbing himself a coffee.
    “Servario just left us a message saying something weird. Coded.” I didn't even know how to explain it.
    Fitz gave me a look of obvious annoyance as he relayed the message. “There is someone in Oxford, possibly an Australian or someone with the last name Bribie, who is making a weapon large enough to take out a city the size of Boston.”
    Coop’s eyes widened. “What?”
    “Yes. Exactly the response one should have.”
    My mom sauntered into the kitchen, immediately pausing when she saw our faces. “What’s happened?”
    “Weapon being created in Oxford; Servario wants us to retrieve it for the Burrow tomorrow.”
    She sighed, relieved that it was something as small as international efforts to retrieve a weapon. “Oh. All right then. Fitz and I will watch the children while you lot get busy.”
    “No.” Coop shook his head. “We don’t follow that arms dealer off half cocked. We need more than that.” He turned and walked from the kitchen.
    My mother’s eyes followed him and then darted to me. “This is precisely why we don't shit where we eat, Evie.”
    “What?” My jaw dropped.
    “You have him conflicted. If he was the only one for you, he would already be warming the jet or booking flights. But he worries Gustavo has ulterior motives, as in seeing you, so he is skeptical that this information is true.”
    “No.” I shook my head. “He worries because no one tells us the truth on anything and we are constantly going by guess and by golly.”
    “No one can have all the information. It’s too vulnerable then. We have filled you in slowly on everything. Now you know all there really is to know. The Organization is seeking the weapons of the Burrow to launch a one world power. The Burrow is hiding everything that might possibly help out the Organization with that. And we are the middlemen, always walking the fine line between the two. It’s not rocket science, Evie. You are smarter than you act most times.” She walked from the kitchen with her coffee.
    Fitz chuckled and opened the paper.
    I sat there staring at my phone, a little baffled and a lot insulted.

 
 

Chapter Eleven
    Z-Apoc

 
    Jack lifted his gaze as I walked into the room in the basement that we had dedicated to the computers. He grinned. “I found Bribie. It’s a middle name. Janice Bribie Saunders. She’s an Australian who is finishing her post grad at Oxford in molecular sciences. She’s smart.” His eyes widened. “Really smart. Her intelligence makes mine look like yours.”
    It took me a couple of seconds to realize he had insulted me, but he had moved on by then.
    “She isn't an activist or even political in any way. Very mellow. Surfs a lot. Loves the ocean, but even then, not to the point she would wipe out humanity. She seems like a normal girl. She’s thirty-one, been in college since she was sixteen. She even finished MIT nine years ago.”
    “Holy shit.”
    “Right!” Jack nodded. “I almost feel bad that she’s too smart for her own good.”
    “We live in a bullshit world where everyone wants to take advantage,” Luce muttered from her desk.
    I sat with a thud next to her. “Do you think this is something?”
    “Hard to say.” Jack shrugged. “She has the brains to be dangerous, but her research doesn't suggest anything beyond the usual. Her thesis and studies are fascinating, but I can’t say world threat. It’s mostly cancer research.” He looked worried. “I can’t assume that, when it means she will be locked away at the shrine of doom.”
    It made sense. We were essentially offering her a life sentence. It was too much power to be saddled with.
    Luce glanced at me, lowering her voice, “I think the thing we need to consider is how often is Servario wrong?”
    Her sentence gave me chills. He was never wrong. Not as far as we had seen anyway. He seemed to