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The December air was mild compared to past years, but she felt cold inside. Not about her ability, her underground activities, and certainly not about the illegal existence of her daughter. Instead of returning to the enforcer division where they both worked, her in dispatch and him in personnel, Ty had hopped a sky train and come to this northwest part of town. Not exactly a rundown part of Amarillo City but definitely not the nicest. Teev surveillance was apparent in the cameras mounted on the building next to her, but none faced the alleyway where Ty had disappeared.
Fear shot through her, tingling to her toes and making it hard to breathe. What if this was it? What if this was the moment Jaxon had seen in his visions, the moment Ty died? Another emotion crowded in on the first. There, she removed her iTeev from her bag, unfolded the screen, and pretended to study the display, which was currently off. Her back was against the wall now, the solid feel of it comforting. Glancing up and down the street, she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Several groups of people headed toward the sky train station at the end of the block, a pair of men were getting into two different public shuttles, and a woman came from the bar and went into the readymeal store next door. It appeared to be an ordinary Tuesday afternoon in Amarillo City.
Lyssa peeked casually around the corner of the building, every muscle tensed as she anticipated having to draw back quickly. Instead, a huge recycling bin blocked most of the space in the alleyway. If Ty was there, it hid him completely. Grimacing, Lyssa slipped her iTeev into her bag, made a show of fastening her long coat against a nonexistent breeze, and turned into the alleyway. Once there, she sprinted to the end of the bin. A rotten smell wafted out at her, and her stomach clenched.
Taking a shallow breath through her nose, she touched the bin and peered around the side.
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His excitement alone was unusual, as he was generally more reserved. Cold bit into her fingers, and she pulled them back from the metal and tucked them under her arms without moving her head. Ty had turned a bit, and now she could partially see his companion. The stranger was a good head taller than Ty, and his dark brown hair was longer. But an unknown could be just as dangerous. Maybe Ty was helping people who had refused to be implanted with the new CivIDs. The underground had seen a lot of those people in the five weeks since the implants became mandatory in Dallastar—as they had been in Estlantic for years.
It was just as well. As Special Forces cleaned out the empty zones in Estlantic and refugees fled to Dallastar, the underground was experiencing a severe overcrowding in the pre-Breakdown subway tunnels. This vein of thought was getting her nowhere. She and the rest of her Colony 6 crew had theorized that millions of choices could affect the outcome in any situation, and what Jaxon experienced in each of his visions was the most likely occurrence, the most likely average of every possible outcome. Which meant there might be a lesser number of other possible alternatives.
But so far his visions always came true, or with a slight variation, and no one marked with such certain death had ever been saved. Tamsin, her daughter, was the most important thing in her life. The loss of anything else could—and would—be endured. Lyssa considered her options. Lyra could do the same with Lyssa. Clenching her jaw, Lyssa concentrated on the side of his face. She remembered his kisses and the way his warm hands felt on her skin. The air around Lyssa seemed to convulse.
She felt a surge of triumph. She could feel herself starting to travel. The next minute, Lyssa was standing in school next to her daughter. Ten-year-old Tamsin sat at a table with three other children in her technology class, examining a holographic representation of a building the children were putting together like a puzzle.
Lyssa gasped at the impossibility. Lyssa craned her neck, scanning the room, but Lyra was nowhere in sight. Her eyes squinted as if trying to focus on something just beyond her sight. Lyssa swallowed, wavering in indecision. The girl shook her head and went back to her schoolwork, removing a piece that a classmate had placed during her distraction. Lyssa came back to her body with a start, her hand automatically going to the Enforce. He edged away from his companion in clear indication their meeting was concluding. Lyssa pulled her head back behind the bin, jumped to her feet, and hurried back to the main street.
Seconds later, through the glass at the top part of the door, she saw Ty pass, his head bent as he hurried down the street in the direction of the sky train. She could relax. She was about to leave the bar when the door swung open and a man filled the doorway. It took only a heartbeat to recognize the man Ty had been with moments before. She started toward the counter, barely flicking a glance at him. The heavyset man behind the bar gave her a real smile, a testament that chotks was a lot more expensive compared to the synthesized sauce that most came here to drink in this part of town.
Asking for it made her stand out, but not enough to endure the sauce. He poured her a glass as she pulled out her iTeev to transfer the credits with a couple taps of her finger on the screen. She pretended to focus on her glass as the strange man sat on another stool. His voice held a hint of a New York accent.
She let her eyes wander in his direction. The coat and boats looked like rare leather rather than synthetic, and the way he downed his chotks told her he was accustomed to the good stuff. He was tall, with a powerful neck and a broad face. His hands were big, useful. His eyes held intelligence, but he was definitely not a man who called the shots. Rather, he was a trusted underling. Did that mean he worked for Ty? Lyssa was unable to wrap her mind around that.
Ty was intelligent, to be sure, and shyly witty and doggedly determined. If he was capable of owning a man like this, what was he doing in a relatively low-level job like personnel? Before Lyssa had time to consider, the man finished his drink and headed for the door. Lyssa drank the rest of her chotks, welcoming the pleasant buzz that gave her courage, and followed him to the door. The only place he could have gone into was a restaurant, but when she went inside, he was nowhere to be seen. Obviously, he suspected something, or maybe he routinely practiced ditching people behind him.
She was nearly back to the door when an arm snaked around her neck, and she was dragged into a large dark alcove off the entryway. She tried to scream, but the arm around her neck was too tight. Her toes barely skimmed the floor as he pulled her along. Black dots began to pepper her vision. Her lungs screamed for oxygen. She had to do something—and fast. There was no way to reach the gun in her back holster, or even the iTeev in her bag.
She willed herself to her sister. The Teev Aided Dispatch Alert System was a super Teev that aided them in sending the right enforcers for each emergency call. Lyra looked up and saw her, a smile beginning on her face. She wondered fleetingly what would happen if she died while out of her body. Despite community belief that CORE authorities could only monitor personal iTeevs or Teevs that were connected to the feed, the TAD could also activate any device unless it was disconnected from the feed completely. She jumped back to her body as her iTeev, still in her bag, squawked a warning sound.
Which meant her sister had not only tracked her down but also searched for onsite Teevs to get eyes on the situation. Her voice was calm but her face radiated fury. He reached for something in his pocket and the image of Lyra vanished, the holoscreen showing only a brilliant light that made Lyssa squint. Then Lyssa was falling to the hard floor, made of some kind of pre-Breakdown rock substitute.
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She hit hard, rolling to mitigate the impact. Can you track him? We got a glimpse of that. Gemma nodded, her medium brown hair falling over her shoulder. Lyra exchanged a meaningful glance with Lyssa. The sisters were fighting to protect fringers—and to free the three hundred thousand people imprisoned in the six welfare colonies. But admitting to that over the feed was as good as asking for medical enhancement. Lyssa knew because it was the same expression she saw in her own every morning when she looked in the mirror.
A meeting meant she was supposed to go to the underground conference room where there was no chance of being overheard by someone who could report to the Elite. Lyssa nodded.
Lyra studied her, obviously alert to some subtle nuance in her face. There was something, of course. As such, they deserved to know. But not over the feed. Look for the enforcer shuttle. As Lyssa left the alcove, a restaurant employee came into the entry from a back room. She wore her dark hair in an impossibly high bun, covered with a net of rainbow lights that matched the lights on her very short white dress.
Have a nice day. The plastic molded comfortably onto her face. Would he report the incident to Ty—or to whoever else might employ him? Minutes later, a silver, tetrahedron-shaped enforcer shuttle raced down the street, the black and red stripes on the side flashing emergency. As usual, he wore his special dark glasses that contained iTeev tech, but also so much more.
Without them, he was nearly blind. With them, he saw more than she could ever dream to see, as they enhanced his special sixer ability. Instead of enforcer blues, the division weapons expert sported black linen pants and a thick matching jacket without a collar. And tell me the truth. She sighed. Eagle frowned. Maybe we should put him under official surveillance. Lyssa felt happier at that. Otherwise, it was impossible to tell what he was doing under those dark glasses. Jaxon warned me. Lonely in knowing that even if Kansas had wanted her, Lyssa would never cross that line with him.
That is where it started and ended. He sounds worried. Lyssa pulled out her iTeev, turned on the screen, and disconnected her link from the feed. There were signal blockers in the ancient subway tunnels that were home to the underground, and those were always activated during their meetings, but all of them were extra careful when approaching or while in the tunnels. Especially these days when so many fringers were fleeing Special Forces in the eastern empty zones. Eagle would even take the shuttle off feed before they arrived at their destination.
Like the others in her crew, Lyssa had fought to survive her youth in Colony 6 and had grown into a responsible citizen—but the Elite who ruled the CORE still wanted her dead. She was a sixer, a person who had developed a special ability from the experimental viribus drug placed in their water. It paid to be careful—and to suspect everyone. Eagle gave his customary uneven shrug, his right shoulder lifting slightly before the left. They left the shuttle in a public parking lot near the edge of town and made their way down a blind alley to a derelict apartment building in the adjoining empty zone.
In the basement, they found a well-hidden staircase that led into the subway. With the addition of the blue public shuttles, nothing else had been needed. The centuries-old tunnels were now home to hundreds of undergrounders, who had fled CORE society for one reason or another. Lyssa knew her way to the underground conference room, but she was glad to have Eagle with her.
His ability to recreate a mental 3D rendition of anything he experienced or could imagine made it impossible for him to lose his way from any of the several entrances, even without his glasses that transmitted all kinds of information directly to his brain. She put the strap over her head, adjusting its position until it hung heavy and reassuring on her upper chest, bathing the tunnels with illumination.
Since it was December, the tunnels would be frigid until they arrived at the inhabited stations. Reese and Jaxon left division before I did. Truth be told, sometimes it was a little like flying. They had gone a half kilometer when Eagle raised his hand in a signal for her to stop, his head turned attentively toward a tunnel they were passing. Then he stopped again, unzipped his jacket, and drew a gun from his shoulder holster.
No one sets up this side of the guards. He retraced their steps, quickly disappearing from view as Lyssa watched, careful to aim her light forward and not back at him. Minutes ticked by as she waited. Her body felt hot despite the cold in the tunnels. She should have gone with Eagle. She was trained in marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat—Captain Brogan had insisted on that for both her and Lyra. Reese and Jaxon would never have let Eagle face a dozen people alone. If her ability worked properly, she could have at least traveled mentally with Eagle, but here she remained, useless.
She waited a minute more. Still nothing. Taking a deep breath, she whisked the light from her chest and put it down on the rocky floor of the tunnel. Switching it off, she began to feel her way along the wall. Hold on, Eagle, she thought. Here in this isolated place, they would never attract the attention of a more powerful crew, because doing so was only asking for trouble, even if most of the older kids were in a different wing and had other lunch periods.
In a year or two, they might be strong enough to hold their own anywhere, especially with Dani around. For now, they were comparatively strong on their own in level ten. Reese heard one of the boys trip—probably Jaxon, though it was Eagle who was practically blind. Eagle Eyes Jenson could remember each turn and navigated the hallways and classrooms at their school better than any of their crew.
She set aside her precious sketchbook and looked up expectantly. More laughter and an urgent shout. Before he finds us! Sure enough, it was Eagle who turned the corner first and slid in beside her. His thin, freckled face held a wide smile, and his brown eyes under the heavy glasses were huge, magnified impossibly by the thick lenses.
His brown hair was damp from exertion and hung limply in his eyes. There were rumors about implanted codes that would force each child to collect their own meal, but adults talked about a lot of things that never happened. Reese figured by the time they got around to implanting IDs, she and her crew would be leveled out of school and away from the nightmare of living in the Coop. Eagle caught the thin box with his scrawny arms and ripped off the plastic-coated carton top, grinning at the small bag of pretzels nestled in one of the small compartments.
Reese was glad to see him so happy with his favorite snack. He poked his finger in the thick sauce that covered chunks of what passed as meat but was really protein cubes of some sort. No one really knew. Still hot. Reese sighed impatiently. Why are you so late? Whatever else Eagle tried to say was lost as Jaxon Crowley plowed around the corner and collapsed beside Reese. A wide, red welt stood out on his neck. Wrinkles gathered under his eyes, and an even deeper one ran down the bridge of his nose.
His big ears were quickly turning red, along with his nose and the top of his head. That was a man ready to blow, and blow big. Instinctively, Reese reached for her drawing pad, her fingers itching to get the image on paper. Instead, she brushed up against the two remaining readymeals. Stunners hurt bad, and though it was supposed to be illegal for anyone but enforcers to have them, there were more than a few at the school for secret use on recalcitrant students.
Jaxon reached over to tug on one of her dark locks. She wanted her drawing pad instead—her fingers tingled to draw the image in her mind. Images that were always one-hundred percent accurate. Jaxon knew about it, of course. She told him everything. A crew that kept them safe. But though he knew her secrets, she tried not to remind him of her weakness.
Of the way she had to draw. Because of her. Pushing away the urge to draw, she leaned back against the metal door behind her that opened to stairs leading down into the bowels of the school. She moved her legs to catch more of the sunlight, refusing to think about that now. This was April and winter was too far away to worry about. Reese shook her head. Sure enough, they were still eating their meals when Dani Balak and the twins, Lyssa and Lyra Sloan, showed up.
More freaks. The twins because they were twins and Dani because of her short spiky white hair and her very black skin. They carried readymeals but were running, Dani a good head taller than the petite twins. Reese set aside her meal and jumped to her feet, her heart hammering inside her chest. The two Jammer brothers—Witt, an older boy, and Keag, who was their age—lived near them and were the meanest boys they knew.
Witt was their leader, and the boys followed him around like dogs, swaggering and tormenting anyone who happened to be in their way. I can take care of it. Her black skin glistened under the harsh hallway light. She looked fierce and more than a little unbalanced. No doubt Dani could take Keag and a couple others at the same time, but Reese needed to be ready.
Both for school work and for fighting. Nothing was going to prevent her from leveling out of school and getting released from Colony 6.
No way would she die working in the factories like her mother. She wanted to be out in the real world with the rest of the citizens in the CORE, instead of locked in with the poor trash that depended on charity to survive. Next to Reese, Jaxon was also taking something from his pocket. He hit almost as well as Dani. Even the twins and Eagle knew how to throw a punch. Well, with Eagle it was only if he managed to see where to land the punch, but he had a pretty good right hook, and his skinny arm was long and tough. Their crew was as close as family.
Or closer in her case. That will make them target us more. We can fight them. Glancing over her shoulder, Reese saw that Eagle had the combination pad to the door dismantled and the door to the basement was open. Eagle shrugged as he clicked the panel over the wires. I remembered how. Of course he did. Just as he knew how many steps were in each hallway and classroom. It was his version of using both hands. His mind, or maybe his memory, was his ticket to leveling out of school, despite the poor vision that might ordinarily cause him to fail.
What if they catch some of us alone? The six kids stared at each other for a moment, all the while listening to the approaching footsteps that had slowed as the opposing crew obviously checked classrooms and other hallways.
He was officially their leader and normally influenced their final decisions, but Dani was a wild card. Not one of them would leave her. Dani heaved a sigh. But only because the twins have too many classes without me. Reese shuddered at the threat. In the past two years, Dani had gone from a regular girl to a fighting machine. She moved faster than seemed possible, and her punches had already laid out more than a few older kids. In a year or two, no other crew would be able to mess with them, not even those in the eighteenth level.
Dani stood guard while they gathered up their readymeals and darted inside. A dim glow shone in the stairwell far below, and Reese was glad for the light. The door locked behind them with an automated click. Eagle sat on the first stair and the others followed.
Only Dani remained standing by the closed door, ready for anything. Almost immediately, taunting voices filled the hallway, and someone banged on the door to the basement when they realized it was locked. Sure enough, they heard a loud thwack! She had to draw the face of the substitute teacher. Her stomach ached with the need. Go ahead. Lyra tossed hers at him too, followed by Lyssa and Jaxon. Ten minutes later they were heading to math class, the one class they all had together.
By then Reese was sweating and shaking. They used Teevs embedded in their desks, and all schoolwork was submitted electronically.
The only exception was art class. Jaxon nudged up against her as they entered the room. Reese nodded, unable to speak. She slid into a seat behind Jaxon and pulled her drawing pad out of her ragged sack. In minutes, the sketch of the substitute teacher appeared under her hand, as if of its own volition. She was aware of each line, each curve, each bit of shading, as if it were a part of her—and yet somehow coming from outside.
Relief filled her as the urge to sketch drained away. Nodding in agreement, she gave the boy a smile and shut her drawing pad, tucking it under her. At the front of the classroom, the math teacher paced back and forth, waving his hands animatedly in the air to emphasize his story about the usefulness of math in every profession. Jaxon glanced back at her and winked. This was why he was her best friend. He would always be. Nothing could separate them. Not even leaving the Coop. Not even a little. She hoped it was only her imagination because he was a lot of fun, and everyone said they made a striking couple with their fair skin and matching blond hair.
Breaking up with him would be harder than it had been with most of her boyfriends. She sat at the bridesmaids table with two of her foster sisters, Halla and Elsie, their dates having gone for drinks. Saffron lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. Halla gaped. It helped that they shared a lot of the same interests, like hiking, river rafting, visiting second-hand stores, and hanging out with her foster sisters.
He met her gaze at that moment and shot her a smile before turning back to his conversation. Just like all the others. I like him.
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