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Chapter 12

           "Getmesomewater!"

           AlbylookedoveratThomas,whowasshockedtoseetheslightesthintofasmileflashacrosshisfacebeforevanishinginascowl."Minho’stheonlyshankwhocantalktomelikethatwithoutgettinghisbuttkickedofftheCliff."

           Then,surprisingThomasevenmore,Albyturnedandranoff,presumablytogetMinhosomewater.

           ThomasturnedtowardMinho."Heletsyoubosshimaround?"

           Minhoshrugged,thenwipedfreshbeadsofsweatoffhisforehead."Youscaredofthatpip-squeak?Dude,yougotalottolearn.Freakin’Newbies."

           TherebukehurtThomasfarmorethanitshouldhave,consideringhe’dknownthisguyallofthreeminutes."Isn’thetheleader?"

           "Leader?"Minhobarkedagruntthatwasprobablysupposedtobealaugh."Yeah,callhimleaderallyouwant.MaybeweshouldcallhimElPresidente.Nah,nahAdmiralAlby.Thereyougo."Herubbedhiseyes,snickeringashedidso.

           Thomasdidn’tknowwhattomakeoftheconversationitwashardtotellwhenMinhowasjoking."Sowhoistheleaderifheisn’t?"

           "Greenie,justshutitbeforeyouconfuseyourselfmore."Minhosighedasifbored,thenmuttered,almosttohimself,"Whydoyoushanksalwayscomeinhereaskingstupidquestions?It’sreallyannoying."

           "Whatdoyouexpectustodo?"Thomasfeltaflushofanger.Likeyouwereanydifferentwhenyoufirstcame,hewantedtosay.

           "Dowhatyou’retold,keepyourmouthshut.That’swhatIexpect."

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