Free The Yellow Pill by Michelle Chaves

now she was pretty sure it was the name of this city.
    Tina
went off to the kitchen area. Frey glanced up at Jonas and found herself wondering if Jin had really been as tall as this man
was. He wasn’t as big as Lukas, who looked ready to fight a bull, but they
still competed in height.
    The
man with Jin’s face did a poor job at hiding his surprise as he took her in,
but she didn’t blame him. Compared to what they had hauled into the truck she
knew it was like night and day.
    Frey
stood a little straighter and met his eyes, knowing that was something Jin
always hated. It was almost creepy when Jon made the same crooked downward
twist of the mouth and looked away.
    “You
look good,” Tina said as she came back with two white, tall cups. “Got some
water for you. Let’s go into the conference room, it’s quite and private.”
    Lukas
pushed off the wall as Harry and Lallie stood up to
be replaced by two others. Jon followed right behind Tina and Frey.
    Damn
these people are tall… Frey could feel her muscles tense as they did whenever
she felt threatened or prepared for a fight. She forced herself to relax with
some difficulty.
    They
sat down around a very normal looking table, and except for the digital glass
screen and the white package of something laying in
the middle of the table, she could recognize every object in here.
    Frey
already felt more comfortable from the little time she had spend down here than
all the time spent in “her” room. This place, she could at least connect to.
    Luke
slid the door close behind them, shutting out all the outside noise. He then
strode to leaned back against it, arms crossed. Jon
sat next to her, Tina to her left and the twins on the other side. She had a
feeling they all had at least as many questions as her.
    Their
questions might tell her a thing or two about this place and who they were. “Li
told me there were things you wanted to know.”
    The
others exchanged a few glances, apparently having expected her to start.
    Harry
leaned forward, not able to keep the eagerness out of his voice. “Then I’ll
start. How did you do it? I mean, the escape part? You made it hard for them to
get you out and then they couldn’t use the sleep smoke on you. So how? How did
you do it?” This was something all of them wanted to know she guessed, since
they all looked at her with eyes that spoke of hunger.
    Sleep
smoke… so that’s what they use to get in and out silently. That’s why no one
ever saw anything and why the orphanage was still half asleep, the beggars all
knocked out…
    Frey
told them what had happened, starting from nightfall. She told them everything
up until when the shot had pierced her stomach.
    “Did
you see any of the layout in Dome when you were escaping?” Lallie asked.
    Frey
shook her head, frowning. “Not really.” Not like I had time to go
sightseeing…
    “Do
you know anyone on the inside, trying to get out? A sort of hidden resistance
maybe?” Harry asked.
    Frey
couldn’t help but laugh at that. It was a short bark with no merit in it
whatsoever. Oh my God. They’ve got no idea. “Whoever stick their necks
out too far, or ask one too many questions, disappear. No warning, no trace
left behind.” She looked up at Jon first, then over to the rest. “That’s enough
to keep people from asking where I come from.”
    “But
not you?” Jon asked. She found it hard to look away from his eyes.
    “I was
four when my mum was murdered. Someone broke into our apartment, looking for
something. She shoved me in a closet. There was a hole at the bottom of it and
I could see everything. Over the wail from the street and screams inside the
building, no one heard mine. Maybe someone tipped one of the gangs that there
were valuables in there, I don’t know. When it was over I cried and wondered
why they had killed her.” She shrugged her shoulders a little and crossed her
arms.
    “Anyway,
after that I lived on the street until I found the orphanage. Two