After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E3029
Ocea
"Tell me!" Thomas yelled, running down the hallway.
The music blared behind us while the door swung open from other club dancers. Stopper and Becca stood at the end of the hall with glass walls around them, pushing every button for the elevator. Their eyes met mine while heavy boots behind had me looking over my shoulder to see Wyatt and Dylan.
"Tell what?" Dylan asked, patting Thomas on the back and removing his jacket to hand me. "Here." His brown eyes met mine before glancing at the insect stars over my nipples in the silver see-through dress.
"Thank you," I whispered, slipping it on.
"Let's go." Stopper slammed the buttons a few more times.
Wyatt interlocked his fingers with Becca, walking away from the elevator. "This way," he said, pointing at the stairs. "I have a plan to get out of here."
I glanced at the club doors when the music blared, seeing drunk safforians exit. "Yes, before the MOS gets us."
We ran our way up the stairs to the roof exit. Dylan scanned the copied badge, opening the door to the night sky. The breeze blew around my hair while I smiled at the enormous cage of honeybirds. Wyatt must have noticed the bug bar as well.
"Genius," I said, smiling at him.
Wyatt pointed at the birds while their wings tucked against their backs and long, narrow beaks licked up the sugar water from the pipes. The males had beautiful green heads with purple around their necks, while the female's mini stature was only brown. They stood the height of a tall man with an even greater wingspan.
"When I saw the bug bar, I knew they would have the food on the roof," Wyatt said, unlocking the birds from the cage.
"There are only four, though," Becca said, messing with her dress as the wind blew it around.
"Yes, we will need to pair up," Wyatt responded to her, but his eyes bounced to me. "So, is Thomas telling the truth? Do you know what the clue means the Doctor gave us?"
I danced with my shoulders while Stopper and Dylan hooked a bird with a rope, guiding it with a sugar cane. The female honeybird wings fluttered at a speed of almost no movement to the eyes, whipping my hair around. She hovered with her bird feet at our eye level, ready to listen to our guidance, knowing we rescued them from being eaten by the insects at the bug bar.
"It's in the name," I said, showing Wyatt my palms. "Think about the badges."
Dylan reached into his pocket, glancing at Mr. Cop's badge. "I don't see it." He let go of the bird, sending Stopper sliding across the roof for a few feet.
I snagged the badge. "If you look at the letters, you can see they are numbers when the light hits them right."
"Really?" Dylan asked, stepping closer to me with his face on my shoulder.
