[i]His brother. Snapping at Tom, trying to break through the ropes. "Lucas? What happened to you? Do you need some food?" In response, Lucas stared at the two dead bodies across the room. "Hey, don't pay attention to them, yeah? I had to kill them." Lucas turned to Tom, and roared. He broke through the thin rope, and groped for Tom, biting at the air. Tom stumbled back, drawing the small knife he had by the two bodies. "I'm sorry, Luke."[/i]

	Tom looked at the concessions section of the movie theater, filled to the brim with stale, pre-buttered popcorn, and luke-warm, flat soda. He turned to his second-in-command. "Hey, Savannah. Don't we have a purging scheduled for the White House? At like, 3:00?" He looked at his watch. 2:45. "Oh, crap!" He shouted across the room. "Yo, guys! Time to go! I got distracted!" He grabbed his M4 in the seat beside him and shoved his hatchet into the sheath clipped on his belt. He pulled on his mask, made with a Grown-up's face. He zipped up his leather jacket and ran outside. He pulled the keys to his SUV out of his pocket and clicked the Unlock button. He hopped in the driver's seat. "Savannah, Viktor, and Will! Come with me to the White House!" 

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