by S. S. Segran
The bell above the entrance jingled as a woman stepped through the door. Gareth’s face fell. Not you. Oh God, not you.
Ina Deol walked briskly to his table, surreptitiously throwing looks over her shoulder. Her black hair, done in a messy side braid, was tucked into her green jacket and she had bags under her luminous brown eyes. She sat across from him, inspecting the small, mostly empty café, before at last resting her gaze on the Sentry. They were both guarded, both sizing the other up as if it were the first time they were meeting.
I don’t understand, Gareth thought, heart sinking. It can’t be her. She seemed so sweet when we met. Normal. She’s a mother, for heaven’s sake—she isn’t capable of something like this… She can’t be.
His nostrils flared as a storm of conflicted emotions threatened to knock him over. “So. An artist. I assume that was a lie.”
“I am an artist,” she retaliated, “but it’s only a hobby. I don’t make a living from it.”
“And the house? Is that really inheritance?”
“No. My employer generously provides.”
“Right. Phoenix Corporation.”
The faint lines on her visage tautened. “Yes.”
He closed his eyes briefly. “Where’s Anya?”
“At home with a babysitter.” She looked over her shoulder again.
“So how… how did you—”
“Find out who you are?” she finished. “It wasn’t difficult. First of all, my gut feeling switched to hyper drive when you showed up. I have never, ever received flowers during my time in Moscow after my husband passed. Secondly, I have cameras that monitor my property and one of them is placed across the street from my house. You happened to park right in front of it.”
“I didn’t notice any cameras.”
“Of course not. They’re not meant to be detected.”
“That’s fair. What else?”
“I have access to some resources. Once I had your face and your license plate”—she swiped his glass and took a sip from it—“facial recognition scans pulled up some fascinating things.”
Gareth’s jaw tightened. “Such as?”
“You have a habit of showing up where interesting events happen. The Good Samaritan from Wales who never takes credit… both you and your brother.”
The Sentry sat back, arms crossed, and adopted a mask of inscrutability. “And I’m assuming you somehow traced my license plate to the car hire agency and got my number.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s crafty, I’ll give you that. But why did you reach out to me?”
“Why were you looking for me?”
Gareth searched her face. She’s fearful about something. She’s barely made proper eye contact the entire conversation… Should I tell her the truth, then? What have I really got to lose?
He licked his lips. “I’ve been looking for you because I think you have the cure.”
She clasped the glass with both hands, red nails scratching the surface. “Cure? For what?”
“Don’t do that. You know what. The outbreak.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Because I know you created the virus. I know you engineered the Marauders. I know that you work under a bloke named Bertram and he’s been suspicious of your loyalty as of late.”
She paled.
“If you really are Dr. Deol,” he continued, “then I think you want out of this abyss.”
“How did you—”
“You have your means, I have mine.” Gareth softened his tone. “People… people can make wrong decisions. Horrible decisions. Decisions that they don’t think they can ever come back from. You can’t undo what has happened, I understand that. But you can make a difference, right now. The question is, will you?”
She drew away and hugged her shoulders as she gazed out the window. They sat in silence for some minutes. Then she breathed in deeply, suddenly looking as though she might shatter at the slightest touch.
“I…” Her shoulders hunched further inward. “I lost my way when I lost my husband. When Bertram offered me a place in the company, it became more than a job. It filled a gaping hole in my life.” Her voice trembled. “Maksim was killed on our third anniversary. The pigs that murdered him, they were never caught. They danced over his body as he bled out in the alley from his slit throat. They took whatever little money we had and told me that this was what he got for refusing to work with the Bratva, the mob. I was six months pregnant and… and lying next to my husband on the filthy lane, soaked in his blood. The pigs laughed as people passed through the alley, looking the other way out of fear. No one stopped to help.”
Gareth listened, his mouth closed firmly.
“I hated people that night,” she seethed. “I hated people as the corrupt police refused to investigate the murder of my husband. I hated people as I learned more about self-serving public officials and politicians who were in bed with the mob. I hated people who’d rather save their own skin than be decent human beings. And yes, I… hated people… when I created the virus.” A couple of tears trailed down her cheeks and she brushed them away. “The world had become a cesspool of the wicked, the corrupt. It needed to be cleansed.” She dropped her gaze to the floor. “I realized later, much later, that when you allow this kind of pain to consume you, it rages through your soul and leaves behind a husk… an abomination.”
Gareth tilted his head back to look at the warm ceiling lights. Pain is the devil that turns grief into madness. I feel sorry for her, I really do, but nothing can justify the monstrosity that she’s unleashed.
Ina wiped her nose, then covered her face for a few moments to gather herself. “I was suspicious of you when you showed up with the flowers. But then you threw yourself in front of that car to save Anya, shrugging it off like it was nothing, and I… I had not witnessed such a selfless act in years.”
“If you were so suspicious of me, why did you invite me into your home?”
“Besides the fact that you’d just saved my daughter’s life? Well, you piqued my interest. There was something about you; I couldn’t place it. A certain goodness.” When Gareth arched a brow, she hastily added, “And you were too careless with your mask. You didn’t seem bothered that it wasn’t covering your mouth and nose. And… you had some cuts and bruises that needed to be tended to.”
The Sentry expelled a breath as he realized what had happened. “I left you with a sample of my blood.”
“Yes.” She rested her elbows on the table and leaned towards him. “And when I tested it, I was completely floored.”
Gareth closed the distance between them. “Why?”
“Before I created the pathogen, I was given a tissue sample. The instructions I’d gotten from Bertram was that I needed to design a bug that would not affect those with certain genetic markers in their DNA. When I tested your blood, I found that it had a similar marker.”
It was specifically designed to target anyone but those of Dema-Ki origin, Gareth thought, forehead creasing. Wipe out the whole world and leave the rest of us standing. But why?
“So that’s why we’re not affected,” he said.
“We?”
“Ina, how well do you know your boss?”
“Well enough, but not on a personal level. Why?”
“My brother and I are descendants of a group of secluded people who reside in northern Canada. So is the head of your organization. That sample you initially received? I guarantee it’s from your boss. That’s why you see a pattern in our DNA.”
Ina’s gaze slid past him. “Dema-Ki,” she said, slowly. “You’re from Dema-Ki.”
Gareth blinked. “How—”
“I overheard Bertram speaking with another man once. It was sometime last year. I didn’t get to hear much and pieces of information were missing, but talking to you now, I understand better.” Color trickled out of her face and tears began to spill anew from her eyes. She hurriedly dabbed them but more kept
coming. “Sorry. I can’t control this.”
“It’s alright.”
“I… I know I’m beyond salvation. I deserve what’s coming to me.”
Gareth wiped her teardrops with his thumb. She’s not wrong. This is her cross to bear. But if she’s willing to atone for her crimes, then we have to help her. And that means Reyor will come after her with everything under the sun. Hell hath no fury…
“Listen,” he said; Ina looked up, eyes puffy. “My people and I will do everything we can to protect you from your employer. We’ll keep you safe, you have my word, but we will need your help to get the cure.”
She pulled back slightly and gave him a lackluster smile. “Phoenix is looming over me, Gareth. Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”
“I know a place where they won’t be able to find you,” he said. “It’s off the grid. You’ll be untouchable. You and Anya both.” He could see her teetering on the precipice, wanting to believe him but wary of putting her faith in someone else. He took her hand in his. “You can trust me.”
Her expression softened as she finally gave in. She picked up the glass and downed its contents. “Ugh, I wish this was something stronger than water. Okay, first order of business: I’ll need to get to my office. Not today, but tomorrow. Everything we need is stored on a secure server there.”
Gareth squeezed her hand, letting himself smile in respite. “I was led to believe that you have the formula for the cure in your head.”
“I do. Most of it. But we’ll need details, blueprints. Besides, I think you’ll want to know about future plans in the pipeline. I’ve also got a file detailing how to properly deactivate the Marauders.”
“That would be incredibly helpful.” Gareth knocked his knuckles on the table. “By the way, why did you decide to meet me three hours away from Moscow?”
“I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t easily followed. Like you said, Bertram—and by extension, the company—has become suspicious of my loyalties. I need to watch my back.”
“You’re not alone anymore,” Gareth assured her. “Do you have anything at home?”
“Relating to my work? Definitely not. You won’t believe how paranoid Phoenix is about this stuff.”
“I think I would. So what’s the plan?”
“Before we do anything, we’ll have to find a safe place for my daughter.”
“Done. I have a couple of friends who can help. They’re trustworthy.”
Ina relaxed slightly in her chair. “Perfect. Once Anya’s with them, I’ll head to my office.”
“I can drop you off.”
“No! The security parameters are wide around the workplace. Even the parking lots are guarded. It wouldn’t be wise if I stepped out of someone else’s car. Just be ready. I’ll leave for the office first, and you’ll follow a few minutes later. It won’t take long to retrieve what we need.”
Gareth stopped her as she pushed her chair back. “Wait a minute, now,” he said. “If it’s all on a secure server, how do you plan to get the documents?”
She managed a grin. “By removing the hard drive. The alarm will go off, but I’ll trigger the fire bell first to create a diversion. Should confuse the guards long enough for me to run out and hop into your car. Then we fetch Anya and you take us to safety. I hope you know what to do after that, because my employer will be on us like bloodhounds.”
“I’ll have a getaway plan in place by the time we’ve secured Anya,” Gareth replied.
They made their way to the door. As they trod out into the cold, Ina turned around and grasped the front of his jacket, pulling him close. His breath hitched involuntarily as he felt the warmth of her sigh against his lips.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for giving a monster like me a chance at redemption.”
38
Gareth glanced at the rearview mirror at Anya as she slept in her booster seat, bundled cozily in her little orange parka and boots. The six-year-old seemed so at peace, the Sentry couldn’t help but smile just a bit. Beside him, Ina stared out of her window as bare aspen and birch trees blurred past against the wintry backdrop; she had been silent for most of the ride.
After their meeting the evening before, she’d returned home to pack some belongings while Gareth pieced together their getaway strategy in his hotel room. He’d stayed up all night finalizing the plan and slept through the day until Ina clocked out of work as usual late in the afternoon, just to make things look normal at the office. Once he’d picked up the Deols, they headed northwest where they would drop Anya off before returning to Moscow for the hard drive.
Gareth, noticing Ina’s constant fidgeting, cleared his throat twice to catch her attention. “So tell me about Anya. Is she—was she—homeschooled?”
Ina lurched out of her reverie. “What? Oh. No, she wasn’t, though I wish she had been. I don’t like being away from her for hours at a time, especially considering that she can’t hear, you know? But as it goes, my work requires my full attention. She has hearing aids but more often than not, she doesn’t wear them.”
“Oh? She’s not comfortable with sound?”
“More like she’s not comfortable having things in her ears.” Ina wore a wry half-grin. “I actually planned on setting up a surgery for her when she was a little older so she wouldn’t need hearing aids at all.”
Gareth picked up the bitter melancholy in her words and tried to comfort her but was held back by a painful truth. Many others are suffering far more from her hands than she is. His grip on the steering wheel hardened. Then why am I struggling to not feel for her?
Ina turned to the backseat and brushed a few strands of hair from her daughter’s face, her own knotting in grief. “My greatest fear,” she confessed under her breath, “is that one day she’ll find out just what kind of a fiend her mother is. And she won’t look at me with love anymore, but with fear. Shame. Disgust.”
“The only thing she’ll know,” Gareth said, finding his voice, “is that in the time of crisis, her mother did the right thing and helped put an end to the madness.”
Ina gave one last long look at her daughter before facing the front. “So our getaway plan is in place?”
“Everything’s ready. All we have to do is make a few hops after you get the hard drive to shake off anyone on our trail. Which reminds me—I have a few questions.”
“Questions?”
“Aye. Before I go into anything I like to have a feel for the lay of the land.”
“Ask away, then.”
“Have you noticed anything different or out of the norm lately? With your boss? With Bertram?”
Ina twirled the end of her side braid, brow furrowed. “Bertram’s been nice to me. I mean, he always is, but since I started being questioned, he’s been extra nice.”
“Hmm… Anything else?”
“Um… Last week we got a new set of guards at the office. They were appointed specifically from Arcane Ventures, so they have a good idea of what’s going on with the clandestine part of the organization.”
“Tightening security. Not surprising. Sounds like they’re certainly on to you. That’s it?”
“Nothing else has changed as far as I can tell. This is a modest-sized site where biotech prototypes are designed. Besides the tight security, this place is pretty inconspicuous. The full production facility is farther east in the countryside. That’s where my creations come to life.” She paused, scowling to herself before vigorously shaking away the dark cloud over her head, then altered her tone. “I really hate the colder months. It’s still early in the evening and the sun’s already gone.”
“Hah, I’m not a fan of it either. But I think it feels worse right now because we’re among trees and not out on the motorway.”
“Mmph.”
“Sorry about that. It’s just easier to tell if we’re being followed on small rural roads. We’ll be at the farm soon.”
“I understand. So these friends of yours Anya will be with—”
“They’re great people. I met them when some mates and I backpacked across Europe years ago and I always drop by when I’m around. It’s just a few hours, Ina. She’ll be in good care.”
“A mother’s worry never ceases.”
“I know.”
They turned right, heading off the beaten road and rolling along a lengthy driveway toward a square, two-storey farmhouse with a rusty old truck parked just outside the front door. As Gareth rang the doorbell, Anya stirred in Ina’s arms and blinked owlishly.
A slim woman and a plump man, both bespectacled, with silver hair and sunny demeanors, welcomed the trio. Gareth planted a quick kiss on their cheeks and introduced them to the doctor and Anya in Russian. Ina greeted them, though Gareth could see that she was still hesitant.
The older Russian man gave Ina an understanding smile. “She’ll be safe with us, dear.”
Ina glanced at Gareth. He gave her an assuring nod and watched her swallow her reluctance. As she passed her daughter to the couple, Anya shrunk away.
“Anya, darling, it’s okay,” Ina soothed, making sure the girl’s hearing aids were properly placed. “They’re Gareth’s friends.”
“You’re staying, right?” Anya whined.
“We have to go for a little while, but we’ll be back before you know it.”
“No! Please stay! Don’t go!”
“I have to, darling. Mommy has important work to do. We’ll be back soon.”
Anya squeaked and latched tightly to her mother’s neck. Gareth gently rubbed her back. “Hey,” he said. “Hey, it’s alright. Anya, come here.”
The girl immediately reached out to him and he lifted her into his arms. “Uncle Sergei and Auntie Nika took very good care of me when I first came here. They’ll take good care of you, too. Oh, and you know what?” He grinned. “Auntie Nika makes really yummy cookies. Mostly chocolate chip. I know you love those, don’t you? Their pantry is full of them.” When she still didn’t look convinced, he added, “They also have a cat somewhere in the house.”
Anya’s eyes became full moons. “A cat?”
“Yes! His name is Isidor and he’s always playing hide and seek, so you can help them find him.”
