Chapter 27

“Good boy; blue it is.” Cold Gatorade was marginally less revolting than warm, but still revolting. Sir cracked the lid on a bottle before handing it over. “I have some tastier snacks, too, but finish that first; it’s a better combination of sugars and protein to start with.” He smiled warmly at Gabe. “Have to take good care of you, you know.”

Gabe managed a scoffing noise before polishing off the rest of the snack. He could run for quite a while on sub-optimal conditions—the force did survival training a few times during the year, and Gabe always signed up. He got about halfway through the bottle of blue liquid death before it turned sour on him, and he finished it anyway, listening to it slosh around in his stomach a moment. “Could just about commit murder for a Twinkie.”