He had me there. Myers had been eyewitness to me being bitten by a zombie and not dying. If the MCB gave a crap, they had more than enough to lock me up for study and evaluation. Besides, Franks didn’t seem too particular about that sort of thing. He only cared if oddities like me were useful for completing his assignments. But damn it, I didn’t want to tell him anything. “Fine. But you answer some of my questions, I’ll answer some of yours.” That wasn’t very likely. I was safe.

Franks stared at me. Back to square one.

I looked out the window. There were more lights below us, big orange security lights in a gigantic grid pattern. There were lots of fences and strange, squat white buildings. None of it was familiar.

Franks cleared his throat. I turned back to him. “I came for the war.”

Franks was going to talk? No way. He wasn’t going to get off that easy. “Which war?”

“The first one.”

I thought about that for a second. “America’s first war or…”

“I was a Hessian.”

It was so out of left field it took my brain a moment to run back through its trivia vaults. “A Hessian? Like, the Germans that fought in the Revolutionary War…Whoa…Man, that’s crazy. No way.” Franks’ expression said Yes. Way. Logically, I knew that Franks was much older than that, but that certainly put things in perspective. “Wait. The Hessians worked for the British. You switched sides? Why?”

“Benjamin Franklin asked nice.”

“Ben Franklin! Really? That’s amazing. You knew the guy that invented electricity!”

Franks raised an eyebrow. You can’t invent electricity.

“You know what I mean. I can’t believe you met Ben Franklin.” I waited for him to continue, but he just went back to glowering at me. That meant it was my turn. Assuming he was telling the truth, and of the many horrific things that Franks was, I’d never taken him for a liar, that was an astounding amount of information. No doubt if I ever shared it with anyone he’d break me in half. I had no choice but to talk.

“Okay then…My last incident was right after the Arbmunep battle.” I didn’t think I needed to disclose that the last experience was reading his superior’s mind and discovering that Agent Myers had once been involved in some horrific, illegal, and amoral things during his contractor days. Specifically, he had been complicit with Ray Shackleford IV in allowing Martin Hood to animate the dead in order to collect PUFF on them. It was embarrassing for Myers, not that I cared, but more embarrassing for MHI and the Shackleford family name, and that I did care about. “Nothing since then.”

“Nature of the ability?”