Caleb left Cutter Lane on Tali's shoulder and Sam's anger.
The anger did more work.
Tali could take weight. Sam could keep Caleb from listening to the wrong part of himself. Every time Caleb tried to help, the silver made a suggestion before his muscles finished asking.
Carry Hiro.
His right arm twitched.
Break the fence.
His fingers brightened.
Open the van.
The door handle creaked in its frame.
Sam caught Caleb's wrist with both hands and squeezed until bone complained.
"Fists," Sam said.
Caleb's hands closed.
Too fast.
Everyone saw it.
Tali stopped halfway between the wash bay and the fallen fence. Rain ran off her mask. Her pistol stayed pointed at the yard behind them, but her attention shifted fully to Caleb.
"New rule," she said. "No one gives him a command unless they mean it."
Hiro, strapped against Iharu's back with two belts and a prayer, lifted his head a few inches. "Can I still insult him?"
"That may be load-bearing," Soma said.
