Group 1:9 Kit Farson"They could've given us a little more time to eat," Dingo panted. Kit ran ahead of him, carrying a rifle and backpack. "Hurry up! Rest of the patrol's waitin' on us!" Their boots squeaked on the tile of Berlin's hallways as they headed for the back lots. Beggar and Bodkin trotted behind. Kit burst out of the double doors, into the new morning light, to see Jade waiting for him. An SUV with all four doors open gleamed in the sunlight. Beside Jade was a tall, burly young man with a prosthetic arm, a shotgun, and a face blotted by scar tissue that obliterated his left eye. Sheol's frown was more the total absence of expression. Kit skid