Laura Martin

Edge of Extinction


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       The Borough Press

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2016

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      EDGE OF EXTINCTION

      Text copyright © Laura Martin 2016

      Cover illustration © Fred Gambino

      Cover design © HarperCollins Publishers 2016

      Laura Martin asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008152895

      Ebook Edition © 2016 ISBN: 9780008152901

      Version: 2016-04-13

      For all the kids with their nose in a book.

      You are my favourite kind of dreamer.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Coming soon

       About the Publisher

       The Borough Press

      I needed two minutes. Just enough time to get to the maildrop and back, but I had to time it perfectly. Dying wasn’t an option today, just like it hadn’t been an option the last ten times I’d done this. I’d thought it would get easier after the first time. It hadn’t.

      I gritted my teeth and scanned the holoscreen again. The mail was due to arrive in less than a minute, and although the forest above me looked harmless, I knew better. The shadows between the trees were too silent, too watchful. I hit the refresh button. The drill was simple – refresh the screen, scan for a full minute, refresh again and scan the opposite direction. I imagined it was similar to what parents used to teach their kids about crossing the street, back when there were still streets to cross and cars to drive on them.

      The thumping whirr of the plane crackled out of the holoscreen’s speakers and I glanced at my watch. 6:59 a.m. Right on time. My nerves tingled with a dizzying mix of excitement and terror as I watched the small black aeroplane come into view on the holoscreen. It whipped the surrounding forest into a frenzy as it glided just above tree level. I bounced on the balls of my feet, rolling my head back and forth to stretch out my neck as I gave myself a mental pep talk. Be smart. Be aware. Be fast, I commanded myself. Every second counted. A small hatch at the bottom of the plane opened and a large bundle fell the remaining thirty feet to the maildrop’s landing pad. The plane quickly regained altitude and zipped away over the trees towards the other side of the compound, where it would pick up the outgoing mail.

      With one last look to confirm the coast was clear, I clambered up the ladder, unlatched the thick