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Winter (The Lunar Chronicles #4) Page 145
Author: Marissa Meyer

“There are storage units not far from here,” said Jacin, “where some of the families keep recreational vehicles, including terrain speeders.”

“Terrain speeders?”

“Vehicles made for going outside the domes. They can adjust to the unmodified gravity and atmospheric conditions and handle difficult terrain. Dunes. Craters. Rich people use them for sport. They’re not as fast as ships, but we can bypass the shuttles and cut a direct route to the nearest sectors, anywhere that has external dock access. Levana won’t care about a couple nobles out for a joyride.”

“We’re splitting up,” said Cinder.

Iko wrapped an arm around Cinder’s waist. “Only temporarily.”

“It’s our best hope for coordinating an attack,” said Thorne, “and getting as many people in front of that palace as possible, which is the whole point, isn’t it? Strength in numbers?”

Cinder’s heart was galloping again, but she managed a nod. She was studying the holograph again when an anomaly caught her eye. “What’s wrong with that sector?” she asked, pointing to one that was tinged red on the map.

Cress spun the holograph and brought the sector into focus. “LW-12, lumber and wood manufacturing. Quarantined?”

“Like a disease quarantine?” Cinder asked.

“That’s all we need,” Thorne muttered.

But Jacin was shaking his head. “It’s been a long time since we had an outbreak of any sort of disease on Luna. There aren’t many environmental influences that we can’t control.” He crossed his arms. “We do have measures in place in case something happens, though. With the domes confined like they are, it wouldn’t take much to take down a whole community if a disease was bad enough.”

“Could it be letumosis?” Iko asked, a tinge of fear vibrating in her voice.

“That’s an Earthen disease,” said Jacin. “We’ve never had any cases here.”

“It’s not just an Earthen disease,” said Cinder. “Not anymore. Dr. Erland discovered a mutated strain in Africa, remember? Lunars may not be immune anymore, and…” She gulped. “And a whole lot of Earthens just arrived on Luna. Anyone could be a carrier. One of the diplomats, or even one of us. We might not even know it.”

Jacin gestured to the holograph. “Have any of you gone into a lumber sector lately?”

Cinder pressed her lips.

“That’s what I thought. I doubt any of your political friends have, either. It’s probably a coincidence.”

“Actually,” said Cress, pulling her wide-eyed gaze away from her portscreen, “one of us has been there.” She input a new command, transferring the feed she was watching up to the holograph.

It was a collection of the queen’s surveillance videos, all labeled LW-12. They were dark and grainy, but as Cinder’s eyes adjusted she could see rows of trees in the outside shots and wood-paneled walls on the interiors. She focused on one of the more crowded feeds, which appeared to be inside a medical building, although it was nothing like the sleek, shiny laboratories of New Beijing.

There were so many people, taking up what few beds there were while others curled against walls or collapsed in corners.

Stepping closer to the image, Jacin enlarged one of the feeds, zooming in on a rash of blue-and-red rings across one patient’s throat, then to the bloodstained pillow beneath another patient’s head.

“It does look like letumosis,” Cinder said, gut spasming with instinctive fear.

“Are those what I think they are?” asked Iko, pointing.

“Lunar soldiers,” Cress confirmed, enlarging one of the outside feeds that showed dozens of mutant men standing among the citizens. Many seemed caught up in a fervent conversation. Cinder had never seen them when they weren’t in attack mode, and if it wasn’t for their deformed faces, they would have looked just like, well, really big, scary men.

Then she spotted someone who was even more shocking than the mutants. A girl with red hair and a hooded sweatshirt and hands settled stubbornly on her hips. “Scarlet!”

Very much alive and very much unafraid of the predators surrounding her. In fact, as she watched, Scarlet seemed to be bossing them around, pointing her finger toward the main doors of the clinic. Half a dozen of the soldiers nodded at her and left.

“I don’t compute,” said Iko.

Thorne laughed, as jovial as Cinder felt. “What’s to compute? They did say they were going to build an army.”

“Yes, but Scarlet wasn’t with us in the desert. How could she be a carrier of the new strain of the disease?”

Cinder started. “You’re right. She could have … picked it up from one of us?”

“None of you are sick.”

She had no answer. She wished Dr. Erland was here, but he had died from the same disease he’d been trying to eradicate.

“What’s that they’re carrying out of the clinic?” asked Thorne.

Jacin crossed his arms. “A suspended-animation tank.”

Four soldiers had the tank hefted between them, while others propped open the main doors of the med-clinic for them to pass through. Outside, hundreds of civilians had gathered—those who weren’t already sick. The soldiers pushed them back to make room for the tank.

Jacin inhaled sharply and stepped up beside the holograph, bringing the feed into focus. He paused. Scrolled back. Zoomed in closer.

“Oh, no,” Cinder whispered. Another familiar face was encapsulated beneath the tank’s glass lid. Princess Winter.

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