How to use Lana in a sentence
Lana cracked an eye open wide enough to see it was too early for her alarm to sound.
Amused, Lana tossed off her coverlet.
Lana suppressed a sigh.
Lana's gaze lingered in its direction, her heart quickening.
You're an angel, Lana.Advertisement
Mrs. Watson answered the door with a shotgun over her shoulder, her wrinkled face peering up at Lana.
Lana smiled and stepped aside.
Lana nodded and stepped away.
The Peak was abuzz with activity when Lana arrived several hours later.
Lana shook her head, wondering what kind of man thought of chocolate at such a time.Advertisement
Lana's body ached from sleeping in chairs.
Computers hummed, the sound enough to lull Lana to sleep nearly every shift she spent alone in the vault despite the sleep replacement supplements—known as anti-sleepers—she took.
The door behind Lana slid open.
Lana studied the general.
Lana almost sighed in relief.Advertisement
Lana grimaced internally at the thought of dealing with the crazy man who should've been running the command center instead of her.
Lana brought up the energy grids.
Lana hesitated then went on with a frown.
Lana shivered as she stepped into the cold night.
Lana waved to them in greeting as she reached the barracks.Advertisement
Lana tucked the microcomputer away, gazing at the valley again.
Lana's smile remained as she crossed the helipad towards the barracks.
Lana, see what's broken.
Lana had never seen this error message before.
Lana programmed her micro quickly to mirror the messages and set it to work decrypting the encoding.Advertisement
Elise's voice pulled Lana from her work.
Lana twisted, grimacing when her neck cramped with the simple movement.
Elise held out a meal bar, which Lana accepted.
Lana smiled as she turned her attention from the conversation to the screens around her.
Lana waited until the others in the center left and stood before the titanium-reinforced glass in front of the keypads.
Lana glanced towards the door and sat at a small table nearby.
Lana leaned her elbows on her knees, staring hard at the wall.
Lana reached into her bag and pulled out her personal vault.
Lana jerked, afraid she'd been caught, before she realized Elise was calling over the command center's channels.
Lana asked in surprise.
Lana asked impatiently, standing.
I gotta go, Lana.
Frowning, Lana remained before the screen even as the blond woman disappeared.
Elise's news of the PMF fighting alongside her forces wasn't something Lana expected to hear.
Lana crossed to the screen and touched it, bringing up details of the attacks.
Lana neared, forcing her gaze away from the three bodies as she waited.
This better be important, Lana.
Lana watched him, at a loss at what to think of his reaction.
Lana glanced at her micro, which still worked on breaking through his messages.
Lana is my right hand.
Both Lana and the general turned icy, less-than-impressed looks on him, and for once, Brady was glad he couldn't speak.
Lana smiled faintly, meeting Brady's gaze again.
Lana cried and shoved away.
Elise lowered her laser as Lana blocked her shot and approached the man named Arnie.
Lana reached Arnie and spoke to him too quietly to hear.
Lana shifted, and Arnie bolted towards the cliff.
Lana jumped over him and squeezed between two boulders, all but flinging herself towards the object.
Elise grabbed at Arnie, who twisted free and followed Lana.
Lana squirmed in his bear hug, pushing them closer to the edge.
Lana's eyes opened, and she stared at Brady, emotions flying through the expressive gaze.
Light flashed and Lana gave a strangled cry as the laser gun glanced off her wrist.
Arnie's weight dropped, and Lana and Brady landed in a heap.
Lana curled into a ball, holding her arm to her chest.
Elise grabbed her wrist, but Lana resisted again.
He held out his hand, and Lana held out her wrist.
Major, take Lana to the doc and get what rest you can.
Brady jostled Lana's still body in his arms as he rose.
Elise fell into step beside him after checking on Lana.
Brady lifted Lana gently off the gurney and entered, following Elise through the waiting area into the bay beyond.
Brady set Lana down on a bed and stepped back.
He brushed hair away from Lana's pale face.
Lana awoke lethargic and in pain.
Lana sat as soon as he released her and started to her feet again, only to feel a hand planted in her chest that pushed her onto her back.
Lana looked from him to Major Brady, with his darker features and hair.
Lana's head buzzed, and she staggered, leaning against a wall.
Lana met his gaze, hearing his Southern drawl for the first time.
Lana accepted it and allowed him to pull her up and steady her with warm hands on her arms.
Lana smiled faintly and nodded, touched by his concern.
Lana turned and smiled as the security specialist drove towards her in a cart.
Elise pursed her lips, and Lana was surprised to see her eyes water.
Lana made her way through them to the general and followed his gaze.
Lana, contact the central and western centers.
Elise nudged Lana when she continued to stare.
Lana was surprised to find that someone else at the Peak within the mountain had issued a similar mayday call.
Lana read through one detailing the intent to attack using a secret weapon.
It wasn't just the injury and meds that made Lana's head spin.
Lana locked her micro.
Lana looked up at the scenes on the screens then at the general.
Lana moved away from the commo computer and started systems checks on the others.
Lana tucked the micro in her pocket and crossed to it.
Lana checked the general's location, not surprised to find him at the west wall.
Lana typed a message to Mr. Tim, telling him she was leaving and heading to the Peace Command Center, which was the first center beyond the Mississippi River.
Lana's the little girl who got shot, right?
She wrenched away, saying, "Lana locked out all the systems and left."
His instinct told him there was something else going on aside from the insurgents and Lana leaving.
Lana didn't have the mettle to survive the way he knew how.
Lana had done exactly as Elise directed.
Lana grew uneasy and watched the sky flare with rocket and laser fire from the battle at the Peak.
Elise didn't give the bird call they'd agreed on, so Lana said nothing.
Lana hugged the tree, willing her friend to appear.
Lana's heart skipped a beat, and she pulled out the tracker Elise gave her, starting through the forest towards the stream.
Lana scrambled up and ran, careening into another man in dark clothing.
Lana shoved herself back, ignoring the pain in her wrist as adrenaline flew threw her.
Lana scrambled and fought, tears on her face as she realized what she'd done in leaving the Peak.
Lana struggled hard without being able to dislodge the muscular man.
Lana's skin was soft, her body fitting comfortably against his.
Lana awoke in the large tent, wrist aching and her face hurting where she'd been struck.
Lana tilted it out far enough to see it was a box of chocolates with the nearby fed hospital's seal on the top.
Lana sank onto the couch, not liking the instinct that told her she was right about him.
While Brady knew Lana was too afraid to leave his tent even if it wasn't guarded, he'd had to order Elise chained to a tree within view of four guards.
Lana sprang up from her corner of the couch and flung her arms around Elise.
Lana was braver this day.
He showed Lana the same scene he'd shown Elise.
Lana clenched her hands.
Lana clenched her hands but didn't answer.
Lana shook her head.
What was worth the lives of the thousand people at the Peak, Lana?
Lana shook her head again.
Lana was a gentle soul; the secret must have been great if she left behind that many people to die!
Brady leaned back, gazing at Lana.
Lana yielded without any sign of hesitation, returning his kisses with timidity born of both inexperience and hunger.
When he broke contact, Lana pulled his head back to hers, her hands skimming over his shoulders before she undid the top two buttons on his uniform.
Lana stared at his wide chest, taking him in with a look of desire.
Lana's eyes opened at his voice.
Lana didn't know who he was.
Thoughts and emotions scattered, Lana watched him secure the vault in the safe and then leave.
Lana paused in her pacing, wondering if she'd done something wrong.
The look on Elise's face when she realized that Lana had known something was wrong at the Peak.
Lana straightened in her seat on the couch, eyes following his powerful stride across the tent.
Lana raised the baton when she was within arm's reach and held it out.
Lana froze, turning to see him moving.
Lana approached him and paused within arm's reach.
He watched Lana from the corner of his eye, returning to his weapons, this time with his back to the wall and not towards her.
Lana was curled into a tight ball on the far end, asleep.
Lana looked up from her seat on the couch.
Lana looked at him, frowning.
He'd often wondered what it was that drew Tim to Lana and suspected it was nothing more than what drew him to other women.
At least he'd confirmed that whatever secrets Lana had were well worth hiding.
Lana eased back without breaking contact.
Lana, on the other hand, couldn't shake the paralyzing fear that came with knowing they were being stalked by men who wanted them dead.
Lana peered around them to see the five or more armed men about twenty meters away.
His gaze rested on Lana, and he smiled.
Lana never thought she'd end up in the middle of a forest, defended by the PMF against those who seemed to want to start a second East-West civil war.
Can you shoot, Lana?
Lana nodded, afraid to ask what happened if the plan didn't work.
Lana stretched onto her stomach, watching them from the safety of the tree.
The man beside Lana rocked back suddenly, pounding his gun on the ground as it jammed.
Lana's heart stopped, and she opened her mouth to shout for Elise.
Lana made out his form as he emerged from the bushes.
Lana shoved away from the dead man, horrified.
Cold water soaked Lana's boots as Dan kept them on the creek's edge for a few hundred meters before veering into the surrounding forest.
Lana caught his arm, alarmed.
Heart hammering, Lana rose to her tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
Brady released her suddenly, and Lana wobbled.
Breathless, Lana obeyed and joined them in the tunnel.
Lana turned as the door behind them closed.
Lana, I'm gonna leave you here.
Lana entered, in shock from the night.
Lana couldn't help thinking they were far too different.
Lana stepped out of the doorway as he approached, assuming he meant to ignore her and head to the bedroom to rest.
Lana pulled him on top of her, certain he wouldn't walk away this time.
Lana pulled the blankets up as well, feeling exposed rather than comfortable at his sudden change.
Lana studied his back as he moved.
Lana eased out of bed and put on her clothing before joining him.
Lana watched him leave and rubbed her face, exhausted.
Lana slept until Elise woke her for breakfast by beating on her door in the morning.
Lana changed quickly, her body sore from the night with her Guardian.
Lana frowned, looking Elise over from head to foot.
Lana hadn't expected to sleep in so long but was grateful Elise had thought to leave her alone for the full night.
Elise straddled a chair, and Lana sat across from her.
Lana listened, nibbling a pastry.
Lana asked suddenly, surprised to see the elite soldier had it at her waist.
All your fancy training won't … Lana half-listened to Elise's lecture, thinking about how she could hack into her micro with Elise's.
Lana couldn't help but feel self-conscious at the lingering looks they gave her.
Lana turned to look at the speaker and craned her neck back.
Lana paled, expecting her day wasn't about to get any easier.
He'd spent days fighting to reach the Peak with the first one, and Lana had nearly gone off a cliff for another one.
Lana would know what it was, even if he didn't.
His conversation with Tim returned, and he stayed the urge to call Lana as he had when he was simply the Guardian.
Greenie looking for Lana.
He dropped his gear in his suite, curious not to find Lana within.
I need to ask Lana about the keypad we found, too.
Lana was in the kitchenette, drinking water after her day with Elise.
Lana flipped on her micro and placed the keypad on top of it.
Silently, he cursed the blond warrior he suspected gave it to Lana.
He should've known better than not to warn Dan what Lana could do if she got a hold of a micro, even if it was Elise's.
Lana emerged at last.
Lana froze for a moment then started forward jerkily.
Mr. Tim was as Lana remembered him.
You've been like a daughter to me, Lana, and I placed you in the best hands I could.
The government is splintering, Lana, he continued.
Lana, you know enough about the PMF to know they're the only force—perhaps in the world—with the ability to survive the government tearing itself apart.
Lana, I need you to tell me what you know.
Lana blinked back more tears.
Lana, I need all the info you have on Greene and who he was talking to.
With Lana, you'll have access to all the emerops depots the feds have east of the Mississippi.
Lana listened, chilled at the coldness and precision of his directions.
Lana, I need to tell you something else.
Lana drew a deep breath.
Elise had said to survive, and Lana had no doubt Brady was the only one who could help her.
Lana crossed her arms, feeling very alone.
Stepping onto the ledge outside, Lana heard the sounds of gun and laser fire too close for her comfort, along with the beat of helicopters in the dark skies.
Lana hesitated and then took them.
Lana looked over her shoulder at an explosion that seemed far too close.
Lana hunkered against the mountain as the helicopter drew nearer.
Lana took one look at the thin metal stairs and looked away quickly.
Lana held her breath at the whirling world, certain their death would at least be fast.
The cabin swayed, and Lana caught the image of wires and far below, water.
Lana eased the straps off the box and pulled.
Lana closed her eyes at the sudden light and heard him tearing something out of the ceiling.
Lana slapped at the water-breather until it covered her mouth and nose then squeezed her eyes closed.
Lana fumbled with her harness and yanked it free, slogging through the rising water.
Lana's head broke free, and she pushed the water-breather up, gasping.
Lana looked up at the bridge, trying to determine which way it was to shore.
Finally, she felt rocks scrape one leg, and Lana lifted her head.
Lana lay gasping, unable to catch her breath for several moments.
Lana sank to the ground, too shocked to register what to do next.
Lana cried for a long time, shaking.
While her step was anything but sure, Lana forced herself onto the road and walked.
The scent of charred flesh and metal still lingered, and Lana covered her mouth and nose with her hand as she started forward again.
Lana replaced the micro, looking anew at the green cars and their silent occupants.
Wiping away angry tears, Lana trotted to the entrance to her community then slowed to a walk when she became breathless too fast.
Still, Lana wasn't convinced she wanted to discover what lay behind the door after the travesty along the road.
Lana walked down her stairwell and up Mrs. Watson's stairs.
The door opened, and Lana gripped the railing to keep from fleeing.
Her brow knitted together as her eyes took in Lana's clothes.
Lana hesitated before following.
The woman was armed as well as Brady, Lana noted.
Lana exclaimed as the large animal knocked her back.
Lana's face grew warmer.
Lana retreated down the hall, trailed by the happy dog.
Lana drew a deep breath and placed the clothing in the round dryer in the linen closet before returning to the living room.
Lana smiled faintly, grateful for the familiar woman's gruff calm.
Lana lowered the soup, her appetite gone.
Lana asked, eyes on the window.
Lana's face grew warm again, and she silently thanked the retired fed for brushing off her grays so diplomatically.
Lana watched then took it when Mrs. Watson held it out to her.
Lana pushed him from her mind.
Lana lifted her soup again and sipped.
Lana smiled, amused at such hardcore words from a woman whose frail frame would struggle under the weight of a laser shotgun.
Lana needed to complete her mission, even if she wasn't sure how to do it.
Near tears again, Lana retreated to the guest bedroom, sat on the bed, and withdrew the micro.
Mrs. Watson was already up, and the scents of bacon and eggs reminded Lana how long she'd gone without real food.
Lana approached the couch, where the large rucksack sat.
Lana opened the front door.
Lana felt the weight lifted, and she wrenched the straps as tight as she could.
With a return wave, Lana set her gaze on the door to her own apartment up the stairs.
Lana closed the door behind her and looked around, dismayed.
Lana's a place to sleep and nothing more.
Lana opened her wardrobe and looked at the fed uniforms hanging within.
Lana snatched the uniforms and flung them around her room.
Lana sank onto the bed and cried again.
Lana. She was with me in the helo.
The terror on Lana's face was fresh in his thoughts, and he heard her scream again as he was flung from the helo, before it hit the water.
His heart leapt then sank as Lana's scream echoed in his thoughts again.
Lana doesn't have the … skills for survival.
Tim's concern was as much for Lana as it was her precious cargo.
Brady focused on the micro, trying to figure out where Lana might've gone.
Lana picked her way through the forest and stopped at the edge, peering at her destination.
Lana's heart pounded as she left the forest.
With a deep breath, Lana left the forest.
Lana froze, hoping they didn't notice the lone figures in the middle of the field.
A few glanced her way, and Lana braced herself.
Lana cleared her throat.
Lana followed, unable to take her eyes off the soldiers.
Lana sighed, her mind quickly turning to her alternatives.
Lana's second plan was foiled.
The size of the river made Lana tick off one of her alternatives.
Lana gazed at the micro on a table, hesitating.
Lana went, trailed by Jack.
Lana hacked into the federal system, changing her own profile.
She and the others appeared healthy, which surprised Lana.
Lana pressed her thumb to the screen, relieved when the new info she'd entered popped up.
It's not like this over there, Lana thought silently.
Lana looked at the building.
We have a plan, Kelli answered with confidence Lana didn't share.
Kelli greeted a few of the women in the room and led Lana into what looked like a former warehouse in the back of the building.
Lana looked Kelli over more closely, noticing the clothing for the first time.
So far, this wasn't what Lana expected.
Tired of puzzling over the world around her, Lana shrugged off the rucksack, pushed Jack over, and lay down with him.
When Kelli woke her, the warehouse was dark, except for the low light of lanterns like the one dangling from the ceiling into Lana's room.
Lana struggled out of bed, exhausted still.
Lana said nothing but touched Jack's scruff, nervous around all the people.
A cool breeze swept over the river, and Lana shivered until they neared one of the spits, the one with the least amount of people there.
Lana stood to the side, watching Kelli prepare two plates.
When she returned, Lana identified rice and beans.
Lana hesitated then sat, watching Kelli use the bread in place of utensils to eat her dinner.
Lana found herself eating faster than she should have, hungry for real food after ten days of appetite suppressants and the dehydrated staples that she'd stuffed her bag full of.
Lana's eyes settled on them, and she found herself tensing.
Because they're dead, Lana guessed.
Lana's access was limited to the eastern part of the country.
Lana studied the soldiers.
We had another refugee wander into the town today, Kelli said, motioning to Lana.
Lana braced herself as the two looked her over carefully.
Nice to meet you, Lana.
Lana said nothing, dismayed.
Lana turned her attention to her plate.
Kelli's gaze grew haunted, and Lana couldn't imagine what she'd seen during her journey from Georgia to the small town of Randolph.
Lana walked back to the town and to the storefront that was her temporary home.
Lana tucked the micro away.
They'd circled it twice, but the blast had scorched dirt, trees, and any traces of Lana over a hundred meters in every direction beyond the crater.
Brady scanned the surrounding forest again, trying to figure out which way Lana had gone.
None of them had spoken again about what to do if Lana wasn't alive.
Brady belonged in the field with his men, and life after they found Lana was not going to get easier.
Dan added quickly, "Not Lana's."
Elise said she was Lana's neighbor.
His heart quickened at the first sign of proof that Lana might be alive.
His gaze lingered on the picture of Lana.
There was no way to know where Lana was; he had to hope to stumble upon her.
On instinct, Brady opened the channel to Lana's net.
Lana flushed at the matter-of-fact tone Mike, Kelli's husband, took.
Lana gazed at her, unable to shake her surprise that those in this small community were the opposite of what she expected.
Lana glanced at her own palms, which were soft and slender.
Lana looked from her hands to the massive, seven-foot-tall Tesla generator.
Lana's hand went instinctively to the pocket with her micro before she dropped it.
Lana couldn't help feeling irritated at the assurance in Kelli's voice.
Lana went to the side opposite Kelli and pressed her thumb against the keypad.
Lana looked around to make sure no one was watching then pulled her micro free.
He needs me, Lana begged.
Lana looked back at the generator, dread in the pit of her stomach.
By the time Lana caught up, he'd had been lured into one of the buildings by a little girl with a handful of uncooked rice.
Lana stepped through the doorway, patting Jack.
Lana watched the toddlers greet Jack excitedly.
Lana asked, gaze skimming over the oranges in crates.
Lana took one side and the redhead the other.
Lana watched, feeling more alone than she thought possible.
Lana stepped into the street and looked around.
Lana looked around for Kelli and saw her near Mike at the far bonfire.
Lana returned to sit by Kelli.
When Kelli said nothing, Lana spoke.
Lana felt for the quiet woman as she fell in to a sad silence.
Lana couldn't relax until they'd left.
Lana sought the words to convey her urgency without revealing just how important it was.
Lana shifted, sensing she'd said something to cause the silent communication between Kelli and Mike.
Just … I think I need some sleep, Lana said, standing abruptly.
Lana returned to her little room, shaking with emotion.
Lana lay down, relieved to hear his voice again.
I miss you, too, Lana thought.
Lana listened as he described their plan then continued to talk about the others.
Lana rolled onto her side and listened, crying herself to sleep for a different reason this night.
The next day, Lana finished checking the last of the Tesla receivers.
Lana looked up curiously, wondering if the military was doing maneuvers.
Lana was knocked off her feet.
People scrambled, and Lana looked around, lost.
Lana glanced at Mike as he released her and dashed into the nearest of the three buildings.
Lana braced herself and hurried after Mike.
Lana had the impression of more than a single-room shelter.
Lana suspected the labyrinth of tunnels and chambers ran beneath the entire town.
Lana watched them speak briefly before the two in uniform started down another tunnel.
Lana asked, touching one metal wall.
Lana was quiet, wondering if she should know this, since she was posing as a non-fed.
The edge in her voice warned Lana.
Lana nodded, and Kelli stepped away from the others.
Lana followed and crossed her arms.
Lana looked towards Mike.