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The sting of defeat still hadn’t left Kendra. Oh, how she hated that turtle. It used to scare her how much, but the feeling burns through her now. It fuels her every action, thought and dream. His tech will free her from this shitty high school, this stupid town, her conniving, cowardly club members she calls friends.
Her hands shake on the table. The previous plans failed. The burn for revenge almost blinds her, but she has to stay on track. She breathes in deep. Get the tech. Hurt the turtle. The air shakes in her lungs, but she holds it in. Get his tech. Crush him into the dirt and leave him there. She breathes out.
Recollecting herself, she scans through the footage of the giant bot he controlled way back when, looking for ideas on how to handle the turtle genius. As much as she hates to admit it, he is incredibly intelligent. Outsmarting him hasn’t worked in the long run, and she needs results.
“Wait, pause,” Kendra states absentmindedly, pointing to Jason without a glance. The screen stops on the three figures on the ground, two hiding behind a knocked over vehicle, while the other waves his arms frantically.
“Brothers,” she mumbles, “I forgot about his brothers.” She remembers his desperation when he realized he could kill them, that he almost did. She stands in front of her screen for a moment, deep in thought. Turning away from the turtles on the screen, she makes her way to the table in their shithole hide out. Brushing off the empty cans and dirty napkins that would normally annoy her, she smiles wide, unbothered by it all. Jeremy and Jason glance at each other before following her over to the table.
“We’ve been going straight for his tech this entire time, and it hasn’t worked so far. We need to take a different route,” she traces the lines on the grainy table, over the rings left from past beverages, and to the knife resting in the middle.
“Um,” Jason mumbles, fidgeting to her right. “What does this have to do with his brothers?”
Kendra smiles, holding up the knife in front of her, watching the light refract and bounce across the grubby walls. Her eyes are full of mirth and something else the boys cannot pin down.
“It has everything to do with his brothers. Think Jason, what would you do for your family?”