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you take over with the kitchen crew?” I suggest, hoping that giving her busy work will help her take her mind off what might be happening in the capital. “I’m going to go work out the security detail.”
    “Sounds like a plan.”
    She saunters off toward the kitchen and I watch her go, my mouth going dry at the sway of her hips. The timing of my wayward thoughts is completely inappropriate, but then so is my entire obsession with her. I know she sees me as a big brother of sorts, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting her with every fiber of my being, or of loving her so strongly that it hurts to be near her—almost as much as it feels good.
    I force myself to stop thinking about the lusty images rolling like an X-rated flick through my mind and turn to join the security team gathered near the entrance. I’m pleased with what I see. The group is small, only about fifteen of them in all, but they are sturdy, strong, and at least half are carrying weapons. Shiny Boobs is at the front of the group, her muscled arms crossed over her chest. She’s wearing a tank top, cargo pants and combat boots, which seems to be the uniform of this group. They look like they’re ready for action so I jump right into it.
    “ I need a rundown of all entrances and exits so that we can post guards at each one. Also, if you guys have some kind of comm. device system, we should break those out. I’d like us all to remain in constant contact.”
    Shiny Boobs step s forward, dropping her arms to her sides. “Laura Rosenberg, formerly of the U.S. Army,” she says. I smile.
    “You a New Yorker?”
    She smirks as if recognizing the same in me. “You know it. Been heading up security here since I arrived. Got crushed by a pylon in the blasts and took some major damage to my torso. Mostly reconstructed by machinery and covered by this metal plate. Of course they discharged me from the Army, but I put myself to good use here. These guys are all strapped with comm. devices and so am I. I can take you over to the control room and get one for you and your friend.”
    I immediately snap to attention. “Control room?”
    She nods. “It was a room with a switchboard that we pretty much used to run this place. It controlled the lights, an intercom system, and even a lockdown mechanism.”
    “Let me guess, the M.P.s tore it to pieces when they discovered you guys.”
    Laura nods again, anger flashing in her dark eyes. “There are switches that control thick, metal doors that slide into place over the regular ones. Too heavy to pry open, too thick to blast through—they are pretty much impenetrable. We were on lockdown when they surrounded us, but convinced our leader to open the doors. They were holding a group of our own hostage, most of them children. We weren’t going to just stand there and watch our children die while we cowered underground. We had no choice but to let them in. We expected a massacre, but you know Drummond won’t miss his chance to make a spectacle out of us. Guess they decided one mass execution would be better than simply reporting that they’d found and killed part of the Resistance.”
    At the mention of the President’s name, some of the guys behind Laura curse or mutter under their breaths. I catch plenty of utterances of ‘asshole’ and ‘coward’ and even hear someone spit. Yeah, that pretty much sums up how I feel about him, too.
    “Is there no way to physically close the doors?” I ask, thinking about Blythe’s mechanical arm. That thing’s strong enough to crush a steal beam if she puts enough pressure on it.
    Laura shrug s “Never been tried before as far as I know. The doors slide down a hatch and lock in place. If we were to close one, we wouldn’t be able to get them back open and we’d be trapped.”
    “What if we closed all but one? That way, we don’t have to break up our group to post guards at every entrance. The M.P.s will be forced to come through the front and by then we’ll see them