“That the plan doesn’t need you, mate,” Wayne said, and he Pushed. Shoving Wax—via the barrel of the rifle he was holding—outward off the ship and through the mists. Wayne felt real proud of that Push. He did it like Wax did, crouching down first to give it a little lift. His friend gave him a look of outrage … and maybe regret … as he vanished into the misty darkness over the waters. “Land safely, mate,” Wayne whispered. “And survive.”
