In The Afterlight
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I nodded.
“You really shouldn’t eat raw meat,” Chubs said somewhere beside us. “It can carry pathogens—”
We both turned to him slowly. He lowered the computer box he’d been holding down to the ground and backed away.
“The Canadians came through, didn’t they?” Senator Cruz looked around at the haul, strolling between the piles.
“What are they going to want for this stuff?” one of the kids asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” Senator Cruz said. “The reparations are still quite a ways off yet. This is what we’d call a favor. Oh—did they not provide gas?”
“They sent a fuel tank,” Liam said. “We hid it behind the bar, since it wouldn’t fit through this loading dock. I also did not, um, feel super comfortable having a ton of explosive material in here.”
“Fair point,” Senator Cruz said with a faint laugh.
“They seem really invested in this. We established a drop site so they can bring things down when they find openings. They gave me this—” He pulled a sleek silver phone out of his pocket. “To make contact when the supplies are ready.”
“Spray paint?” Chubs asked. “Did you remember to grab that?”
“What for?” I asked.
“When we send the cars out to pick up the tribes,” Liam explained, using his hands to add emphasis, “they’re going to mark the safe routes they take with the road code. That way, we can get back in one piece and there’s a chance other kids we don’t know about will catch on and follow the route in.”
That smile on his face had always been contagious. I bit the inside of my lip; he was looking at me like I was the best damn thing he’d ever seen.
Ruby can take your memories...
“Great idea,” I said, glancing away.
“Yeah...” His voice faltered. “Thanks?”
The kids were only too happy to cart the load off into the Ranch. Cole stood at the back door of the white van, leaning against it as he watched the progress the kids were making around him.
“Wait—” I said, catching Chubs and Liam by the backs of their shirts before they could follow Zu and Hina to the tunnel. “We need to talk about something.”
Cole and Vida must have picked up on the nerves in my voice because they came around into our huddle.
“I...dealt with Clancy today,” I said. “To find out where his mother is.”
Cole straightened. “And?”
“She’d been working out of some facility in Georgia, protected by the agents from the HQ there. They seem to have gotten her out in time. Her lab burnt down, though.”
“Damn, girl,” Vida said softly. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. And I doubt they would have let her out of their sight.”
“You think they’re hiding her in Kansas,” Cole said.
“It makes sense, doesn’t it? It’s League procedure that when the organization is under attack, remaining forces and resources fall back to a central, safe location. I don’t know that they would risk keeping her in an external location anymore after what happened with Clancy, and I don’t think she’s the kind of prisoner they would have cut loose...”
“Would they trade her?” Vida interrupted. “A prisoner exchange?”
“The First Lady?” Cole said. “Not even for a hundred agents. I just don’t understand why they wouldn’t have used her before now—they aren’t exactly shy about using hostages to make demands.”
“Well...they might not want to put her in front of a camera,” I said.
“Explain.”
“Clancy tampered with her mind. Really tampered with it.”
“Brain voodoo?” Vida clarified. “Awesome. So much for getting any answers.”
“You want to go get her.” Liam’s voice was quiet, and I could hear the hint of unhappiness in it that went unspoken. “You think you can fix whatever he did.”
I nodded.
“You mean you want to send an extraction team into a secure facility, manned by a hundred trained ex-soldiers who specialize in torture and terror...because you have a theory,” Cole said.
“If she’s not there, then at least we’ll find answers about where she is,” I said. “It’ll be a quick in-and-out. It’s not like we don’t know where Kansas HQ is. Two of us could go, survey the situation. If it seems too dangerous, we’ll back off. It’s worth the risk. If we find her and I can fix her, we’ll have answers about the cure. If not, then...we’ll have someone to trade for Cate.”
Vida’s interest in the Op shot way up at that. “Promise me that we’ll eventually trade her for Cate, and I’m in. You and me, we can do this. It’s nothing we haven’t done a dozen times before.”
Chubs groaned, putting a distressed hand to his face. “Don’t tell us that. That makes it worse.”
“It can’t be Ruby,” Cole said, “she’s needed here. To deal with it.”
I opened my mouth to protest.
“Wait—wait, wait, wait—” Liam interrupted, “slow down. A few hours ago you were worried about Agent Conner revealing the location of the Ranch, but what if they spill their guts about Kansas HQ? What if they’ve already packed up and left?”
“Then we’ll follow their trail,” Vida said. “Though I’ll put a hundred bucks on the smug ass**les feeling too invincible and secure to beat a hasty retreat. They’re still there—a hundred bucks.”
“You really shouldn’t eat raw meat,” Chubs said somewhere beside us. “It can carry pathogens—”
We both turned to him slowly. He lowered the computer box he’d been holding down to the ground and backed away.
“The Canadians came through, didn’t they?” Senator Cruz looked around at the haul, strolling between the piles.
“What are they going to want for this stuff?” one of the kids asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” Senator Cruz said. “The reparations are still quite a ways off yet. This is what we’d call a favor. Oh—did they not provide gas?”
“They sent a fuel tank,” Liam said. “We hid it behind the bar, since it wouldn’t fit through this loading dock. I also did not, um, feel super comfortable having a ton of explosive material in here.”
“Fair point,” Senator Cruz said with a faint laugh.
“They seem really invested in this. We established a drop site so they can bring things down when they find openings. They gave me this—” He pulled a sleek silver phone out of his pocket. “To make contact when the supplies are ready.”
“Spray paint?” Chubs asked. “Did you remember to grab that?”
“What for?” I asked.
“When we send the cars out to pick up the tribes,” Liam explained, using his hands to add emphasis, “they’re going to mark the safe routes they take with the road code. That way, we can get back in one piece and there’s a chance other kids we don’t know about will catch on and follow the route in.”
That smile on his face had always been contagious. I bit the inside of my lip; he was looking at me like I was the best damn thing he’d ever seen.
Ruby can take your memories...
“Great idea,” I said, glancing away.
“Yeah...” His voice faltered. “Thanks?”
The kids were only too happy to cart the load off into the Ranch. Cole stood at the back door of the white van, leaning against it as he watched the progress the kids were making around him.
“Wait—” I said, catching Chubs and Liam by the backs of their shirts before they could follow Zu and Hina to the tunnel. “We need to talk about something.”
Cole and Vida must have picked up on the nerves in my voice because they came around into our huddle.
“I...dealt with Clancy today,” I said. “To find out where his mother is.”
Cole straightened. “And?”
“She’d been working out of some facility in Georgia, protected by the agents from the HQ there. They seem to have gotten her out in time. Her lab burnt down, though.”
“Damn, girl,” Vida said softly. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. And I doubt they would have let her out of their sight.”
“You think they’re hiding her in Kansas,” Cole said.
“It makes sense, doesn’t it? It’s League procedure that when the organization is under attack, remaining forces and resources fall back to a central, safe location. I don’t know that they would risk keeping her in an external location anymore after what happened with Clancy, and I don’t think she’s the kind of prisoner they would have cut loose...”
“Would they trade her?” Vida interrupted. “A prisoner exchange?”
“The First Lady?” Cole said. “Not even for a hundred agents. I just don’t understand why they wouldn’t have used her before now—they aren’t exactly shy about using hostages to make demands.”
“Well...they might not want to put her in front of a camera,” I said.
“Explain.”
“Clancy tampered with her mind. Really tampered with it.”
“Brain voodoo?” Vida clarified. “Awesome. So much for getting any answers.”
“You want to go get her.” Liam’s voice was quiet, and I could hear the hint of unhappiness in it that went unspoken. “You think you can fix whatever he did.”
I nodded.
“You mean you want to send an extraction team into a secure facility, manned by a hundred trained ex-soldiers who specialize in torture and terror...because you have a theory,” Cole said.
“If she’s not there, then at least we’ll find answers about where she is,” I said. “It’ll be a quick in-and-out. It’s not like we don’t know where Kansas HQ is. Two of us could go, survey the situation. If it seems too dangerous, we’ll back off. It’s worth the risk. If we find her and I can fix her, we’ll have answers about the cure. If not, then...we’ll have someone to trade for Cate.”
Vida’s interest in the Op shot way up at that. “Promise me that we’ll eventually trade her for Cate, and I’m in. You and me, we can do this. It’s nothing we haven’t done a dozen times before.”
Chubs groaned, putting a distressed hand to his face. “Don’t tell us that. That makes it worse.”
“It can’t be Ruby,” Cole said, “she’s needed here. To deal with it.”
I opened my mouth to protest.
“Wait—wait, wait, wait—” Liam interrupted, “slow down. A few hours ago you were worried about Agent Conner revealing the location of the Ranch, but what if they spill their guts about Kansas HQ? What if they’ve already packed up and left?”
“Then we’ll follow their trail,” Vida said. “Though I’ll put a hundred bucks on the smug ass**les feeling too invincible and secure to beat a hasty retreat. They’re still there—a hundred bucks.”