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17+4=21 20!
It was at the gas station that Brian found the trembling young man, half-obscured by the bathroom door, hurriedly wiping off his makeup. His hands appeared to be shaking. All of this business of being chased down by Chosen and interrogated must have been working on the kids. Besides, nobody knew yet if Circe was using them for her own foul deeds.
The initial thought behind coming to the station was the convenience store and kids' affinity for sugary drinks and potato chips. He hadn't gone inside yet, though. The bathroom had been first as he approached from the back, and there was some pitying pang in him.
"Hey," he said an approached the door, blocking any quick escape. "Are you alright?"
The kid looked to him with wide eyes, made larger by the smears of eyeliner around them and the streaks of powdery black tears. His chest heaved and Brian held up a hand.
"I'm just asking if you're alright."
"You're one of them?" the kid finally asked, gulping air like a fish out of water.
"One of who?"
The kid paused and looked around as if someone else may be listening from the single-person facility. When he spoke, his voice was a trembling whisper.
"One of the people trying to stop her?"
Brian just nodded. From what the others kids had told him, Scared Kid's suspicions were founded and he may actually have some useful information. What Brian hadn't expected was for the kid to reach into his pocket and offer a partially crumpled piece of paper.
"It's a map," he said, still whispering. Then his face contorted and Brian stepped back to let the kid run out of the station and down the street in a panic. A map? He unrolled the bit of parchment and looked it over.
A map. The kid hadn't seemed full of s**t.
This was one step closer to Circe.
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