by Katy Jordan
He also felt realisation emerging from the depths of his mind.
They all gave up their pasts for a reason.
And that reason was personal to them.
If they found out that Jack thought their pasts should all come to light, it could cause a feud that could split Colour Coded right down the middle.
With what Neon was doing, and with none of them knowing what he was going to do next, a divide wasn’t an option.
“Without beating around the bush, I wanted an answer to…”
“YES,” Jack ruptured.
The Spectrum turned to him, confusion almost bursting at the seams.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” Jack affirmed, “I’ll join Colour Coded. If that’s okay with everyone else?”
Rocket walked over without hesitation and held out his hand, a grin smacked across his face.
“Never thought of you in any other fashion, pal.”
Jack struggled to take his hand, and, as quick as he made it reach Rocket’s, he dropped it back down beside him.
It almost wore him out.
The Spectrum, however, had a smile on his face that was double the size of everyone else’s put together.
Respect.
That’s what it was all about.
“Ladies and gentlemen, with the expertise in electricity, wiring and other forms of power supply, I’m happy to introduce our newest recruit, Jack. All, if anything, you know about his past up to this point is all you will ever know from now on.”
Colour Coded gave a wholehearted round of applause as they cheered in approval of this new-found information. It wasn’t until he accepted The Spectrum’s offer that he realised that if he didn’t, he’d need to leave them. He’d need to leave Bullet.
And that really wasn’t an option.
Furthermore, if he left, he would be on his own; no means of finding his sister, and, more importantly, no way of taking Neon down.
Finally, Jack had found a family.
But, had he made the right choice?
“After his full recovery, this young man will no longer be Jack Burns,” The Spectrum continued after the celebratory antics simmered down a little, “but, instead, will live on with the title: The White Wire.”
Jack caught Bullet’s eye. That was all he needed.
Just that look.
The one that he loved the most.
The one that told him he had definitely made the right choice.
That told him everything he needed to know.
He had most definitely made the right choice.
