been, Samantha had already placed him. It had come to her late last night and taken only a short deliberation to understand it didn't matter. It may have if she hadn't spent the time alone with him in his rig. He wasn't like the leaders of before–he actually cared. Adrian wasn't responsible for the mistakes of the old world, no matter who his father was and she thought most of the camp would agree. It was those few who wouldn't, that would keep the rest of them stirred up until he was forced out and Safe Haven collapsed. Like it or not, he was right to hide it from them.

Samantha mouthed a hello at the ponytailed sentry sitting on a high branch of the tree that overlooked themobster veered toward the hay-ring, where Neil was lounging in the doorway. "Come on, guys. Let's get things set up for tomorrow."

They ignored Zack's protests, moving around him to unpack the gear, and the tension grew when Kenn entered the tent a minute later.

Kenn had been around the side, listening the whole time, but his blank expression indicated otherwise and Zack got the hint to make his report later. Zack and Kenn hadn't known the others had discovered he was spying for the camp XO.

"What's being set up in here?" Kenn asked tonelessly, studying his clipboard. He already knew by the size of the crates they were opening, but he'd wanted to make sure Angela wasn't in here celebrating.

"Field Trip day," Neil answered, waving at the smaller beams