Specials u-3

by Скотт Вестерфельд

  But in the now-purple darkness ahead of her, nothing of human size appeared.

  Tally frowned, flicking back and forth between infrared and normal vision. "Where'd they go?"

  "They must have sneak suits," Fausto whispered. "Otherwise we could see them."

  "Or smell them, at least," Shay said. "Maybe your boyfriend's not so random after all, Tally-wa."

  "What do we do?" Tachs said.

  "We get off and use our ears."

  Tally let her hoverboard drop to the ground, the lifting blades splintering twigs and dry leaves as they spun to a halt. She stepped from the riding surface as it stilled, and the late winter cold leeched up through her grippy shoes.

  She wriggled her toes and listened to the forest, watching her breath curl out in front of her face, waiting for the whine of the other boards to peter out. As the silence deepened, her ears caught a soft sound pattering all around her—the wind rattling pine needles in their tiny sheaths of ice. A few birds disturbed the air, and hungry squirrels who'd woken up from a long winter's sleep scrabbled for buried nuts. The breathing of the other Cutters came through on the skintennas' ghostly channel, separate from the rest of the world.

  But nothing that sounded like a human moved on the forest floor.

  Tally smiled. At least David was making this interesting, standing perfectly still like this. But even with sneak suits hiding their body heat, the Smokies couldn't remain motionless forever.

  Besides, she could feel him out there. He was close.

  Tally silenced her skintenna feed, switching off the noise of the other Cutters, leaving herself in a hushed, infrared world. Kneeling, she closed her eyes, placing one bare palm on the hard, frozen ground. Her special hands had chips in them that caught the slightest vibration, and Tally let her whole body listen for stray sounds.

  There was something in the air … a hum at the edge of hearing, more an itch in her ears than a real noise. It was one of those ghostly presences she could hear now, like the buzz of her own nervous system or the sizzle of fluorescent lights. So many sounds that were inaudible to uglies and bubbleheads reached a Special's ears, as strange and unexpected as the whorls and ridges of human skin under a microscope.

  But what exactly was it? The sound ebbed and flowed with the breeze, like the notes that sang out from the high tension lines stretching from the city's solar arrays. Maybe it was some kind of trap, a wire strung between two trees. Or was it a razor-sharp knife angled so that it caught the wind?

  Tally kept her eyes closed, listening harder, and frowned.

  More sounds had joined the first, ringing from all directions now. Three, four, then five high-pitched notes began to ring, their combined volume no louder than a hummingbird at a hundred meters.

  She opened her eyes, and as they refocused in the gloom, Tally suddenly saw them: a slight displacement silhouetting five human figures spread through the forest, their sneak suits blending almost perfectly into the background.

  Then she saw how they were standing—legs braced apart, one arm pulled back, the other outstretched—and realized what the sounds were…

  Bowstrings stretched taut and ready to fire.

  "Ambush," Tally said, then realized she'd cut off her skintenna feed.

  She rebooted it just as the first arrow flew.

  Nightfight

  Arrows streaked through the air.

  Tally rolled to the ground, flattening herself on a bed of icy, fallen needles. Something whistled past, close enough to ruffle her hair.

  Twenty meters away, one of the arrows connected, and an electric buzz shot through her hearing like a network overload, choking off a grunt from Tachs. Then an arrow struck Fausto, and Tally heard him gasp before his feed went silent. She scrambled for cover behind the nearest tree, hearing two bodies thudding against the hard ground. "Shay?" she hissed.

  "They missed me," came the answer. "Saw it coming."

  "Me too. They've definitely got sneak suits." Tally shoved herself back against the wide trunk, scanning for silhouettes among the trees.

  "And infrared, too," Shay said. Her voice was calm.

  Tally looked down at her hands, glowing fiercely in infrared, and swallowed. "So they can see us perfectly and we can't see them?"

  "Guess I didn't give your boyfriend enough credit, Tally- wa."

  "Maybe if you bothered to remember that he was your boyfriend too, you'd …" Something shifted in the trees ahead, and as her words faded, Tally heard the snap of a bowstring. She threw herself to one side as the arrow struck the tree, letting out a buzz like a shock-stick and covering the trunk in a web of flickering light.

  She scrambled away, rolling to a spot where two trees' branches wound around each other. Squeezing into a narrow crook between them, she said, "What's the plan now, Boss?"

  "The plan is we kick their asses, Tally-wa," Shay chided softly. "We're special. They got in the first whack, but they're still just random." Another bowstring snapped and Shay let out a grunt, which was followed by the sound of footsteps sprinting through the brush.

  The sound of more bowstrings sent Tally to the ground, but the arrows whipped off into the distance where Shay had retreated. Jittering shadows flickered through the forest, followed by the sounds of electrical discharge.

  "Missed again," Shay chuckled to herself.

  Tally swallowed, trying to listen through the frantic pounding of her heart, cursing the fact that the Cutters hadn't bothered to bring sneak suits, or throwing weapons, or hardly anything Tally could use right now. All she had was her cutting knife, fingernails, special reflexes, and muscles.

  The embarrassing thing was, she'd gotten turned around somehow. Was she really hidden behind these trees? Or was an attacker looking straight at her, calmly notching another arrow to take her down?

  Tally glanced up to try to read the stars, but branches broke the sky into unreadable patterns. She waited, trying to take slow, steadying breaths. If they hadn't fired at her again, she must be out of sight.

  But should she run? Or sit tight?

  Pressed between the trees, Tally felt naked. The Smokies had never fought this way before; they always ran away and hid when Specials showed up. Her Cutter training was all about tracking and capturing; no one had ever mentioned invisible attackers.

  She glimpsed Shay's hot-yellow form slipping deeper into the Trails, moving farther away, leaving her alone.

  "Boss?" she whispered. "Maybe we should call in some regular Specials."

  "Forget it, Tally. Don't you dare embarrass me in front of Dr. Cable. Just stay where you are, and I'll swing around from the side. Maybe we can pull off a little ambush of our own."

  "Okay. But how's that going to work? I mean, they're invisible and were not even—"

  "Patience, Tally-wa. And a little quiet, please."

  Tally sighed and forced her eyes closed, willing her heart to beat softer. She listened for the hum of drawn bowstrings.

  A wavering pitch sounded not far behind her, a bow pulled taut, its arrow notched and ready to fly. Then another pitch joined in, and a third…but were they aimed at her? She counted a slow ten, waiting for the snap of a loosed arrow.

  But no sound came.

  She must be hidden here. But she'd counted five Smokies in all. If three had their bows drawn, where were the other two?

  Then, even softer than Shay's calm and steady breathing, her ears caught the sound of footsteps moving through the pine needles. But they were too careful, too quiet for a city-born random. Only someone who'd grown up in the wild could move that softly.

  David.

  Tally stood slowly, sliding her back up the tree trunk, eyes opening.

  The footsteps grew closer, coming up on her right. She eased herself sideways, keeping the trees' bulk between herself and the sound.

  Daring a quick glance upward, Tally wondered if the branches were thick enough to shield her body heat from infrared optics. But there was no way she could climb without David hearing.

>   He was close…Maybe if she darted out and stung him before the other Smokies loosed their arrows. After all, they were just uglies, cocky randoms who no longer had the advantage of surprise.

  Tally gave her stinger ring a twist, flipping out a freshly charged needle. "Shay where is he?" she whispered.

  "Twelve meters from you." The words were carried on the slightest breath. "Kneeling, looking at the ground."

  Even from a standstill, Tally could run twelve meters in a few seconds…Would she be too fast a target for the other Smokies to hit?

  "Bad news," Shay breathed. "He's found Tachs's board."

  Tally's teeth closed on her lower lip, realizing what the ambush was all about: The Smokies wanted to get hold of a Special Circumstances hoverboard.

  "Get ready," Shay said. "I'm headed back toward you." In the distance her glowing form flickered between two trees, brilliantly obvious but too fast and far away to be caught by anything as slow as an arrow.

  Tally forced her eyes closed again, listening hard. She heard more footsteps, louder and clumsier than David's— the fifth Smokey searching for another of the Cutters' boards.

  It was time to make her move. She opened her eyes…

  A sickening sound rumbled through the forest: the lifting fans of a hoverboard starting up, spitting out chopped-up twigs and pine needles.

  "Stop him!" Shay hissed.

  Tally was already in motion, streaking toward the noise, realizing with a sick feeling that the lifting fans were loud enough to drown out the snap of bowstrings. The board rose before her, a hot-yellow figure on it sagging in the arms of a black silhouette. "He's taking Tachs!" she shouted. Two more steps and she could jump…"Tally, duck!"

  She dived for the ground, an arrow's feathers skimming past one shoulder as she twisted through the air, the sizzle of its electric charge raising the hairs on her scalp. Another shot past as Tally rolled to her feet, blindly hoping that more weren't on the way.

  The board was three meters up and climbing slowly, wavering under its double load. She jumped straight up, the furious wind of the fans blowing straight down on her. At the last moment Tally imagined her fingers thrusting into the lifting fans—chopped into a spray of blood and gristle— and her nerve faltered. Her fingertips caught the riding surface's edge, barely clinging, and her added weight began to pull the board slowly earthward.

  In her peripheral vision, Tally saw an arrow flying toward her, and twisted wildly in midair to dodge it. It shot past, but her fingers had lost their grip. One hand slipped, then the other…

  As Tally fell, the growl of a second hoverboard ripped the air. They were stealing another one.

  Shay's cry shot through the noise: "Give me a boost!"

  Tally landed in a crouch inside the whirlwind of pine needles and saw Shay's yellow-glowing form running full tilt right at her. Tally laced her fingers together and cupped her hands waist-high, ready to throw Shay up at the board, which was straining to climb again.

  Another missile streaked toward Tally from the darkness. But if she ducked, Shay would take the arrow in midleap. Her teeth clenched, waiting for the agony of a shock-stick slamming into her spine.

  But the board's rotor-wash eased the arrow downward like an invisible hand. It struck between Tally's feet, exploding into a brilliant spiderweb on the icy ground. She tasted electricity in the damp air, and tiny and invisible fingers played across her skin, but her feet were insulated by the soles of her grippy shoes. Then Shay's weight landed in her cupped hands, and Tally grunted, flinging upward with all her strength. Shay screamed as she soared into the air. Tally threw herself to one side, imagining more arrows in flight, her feet skipping across the still-buzzing shockstick. She spun around and fell backward to the ground.

  Another arrow shot past her in a blur, missing her face by centimeters…

  She glanced up: Shay had landed on the hoverboard, setting it teeter-tottering wildly. The lifting fans shrieked at its triple load. Shay raised a stinger hand, but David's dark silhouette shoved Tachs toward her, forcing her to catch his limp form. She danced at the board's edge, trying to keep them both from tumbling off.

  Then David lashed out, catching Shay in the shoulder with a handheld shock-stick. Another web of sparks lit the night sky.

  Tally rose to her feet, running back toward the struggle. The Smokies were not fighting fair!

  Above her, a bright yellow form was tumbling from the board, headfirst…Tally leaped forward, stretching out her hands. The dead weight thudded into her arms—the special bones as hard as a sack of baseball bats—and sent her sprawling to the ground. "Shay?" she whispered, but it was Tachs.

  Tally glanced up. The hoverboard was ten meters up now, hopelessly out of reach, Shay's limp form wrapped around David’s sneak-suited darkness in an awkward embrace.

  "Shay!" Tally screamed as the hoverboard rose still higher. Then her ears caught the snap of a bowstring, and she threw herself to the ground again.

  The arrow missed wildly—whoever had fired it was running. Sneak-suited forms were everywhere, and more boards were buzzing to life all around her, the Smokies lifting into the air.

  She twisted her crash bracelet, but there was no responding tug. They had taken all four of the Specials' boards—Tally was stranded on the ground, like some random hiker lost in the forest.

  She shook her head in disbelief. Where had the Smokies gotten sneak suits? Since when did they shoot people? How had this easy trick gone so wrong? She connected her skintenna to the city network, about to call Dr. Cable. Then she hesitated a moment, remembering Shay's orders. No calls, no matter what—she couldn't disobey. All four hoverboards were in the air now, their lifting fans giving off orange glimmers of heat. She could see Shay unconscious in David's arms, and the glowing form of another Special being carried off on a different board. Tally cursed. Tachs still lay on the ground, so they'd gotten Fausto, too. She had to call for reinforcements, but that would be breaking orders…A ping came through the network. "Tally?" the distant voice asked. "What's going on out there?"

  "Ho! Where are you?"

  "Following your locators. A couple of minutes away."

  He laughed. "You're not going to believe what that boy at the bash told me. The one your Smokey was dancing with?"

  "Never mind! Just get here fast!" Tally scanned the air, watching in frustration as the Cutters' boards lifted higher into the dark sky. In a minute, the Smokies would be gone for good. It was too late for regular Specials to get here, too late for anything…

  Rage and frustration surged through Tally, almost overwhelming her. David was not going to beat her, not this time! She couldn't afford to lose her head. She knew what to do.

  Making a claw with her right hand, Tally dug her fingernails into the flesh of her left arm. The delicate nerves woven into her skin screamed, a torrent of pain piling through her, overloading her brain.

  But then the special moment struck, icy clarity replacing panic and confusion. She drew in the cold air in gasps…

  Of course. David and the girl had ditched their own hoverboards. They had to have left them close by

  She turned and ran back toward the city, hunting in the darkness for the half-remembered smell of David.

  "What happened?" Ho said. "How come you're the only one online?"

  "We got jumped. Be quiet."

  Long seconds later, Tally's nose caught something: David’s scent lingering where his hands had polished and tuned, where his sweat had fallen in the chase. The Smokies hadn't bothered to recover their old-fashioned boards. She wasn't completely helpless.

  At the snap of her fingers, David's board rose from its hasty covering of pine needles and into the air. She jumped on and it wobbled unsteadily like the end of a diving board, without the sense of power that the lifting fans gave. But Tally had ridden one just like it all those months ago, and it was enough for now.

  "Ho, I'm coming to meet you!" The board shot along the city's edge, speeding up as its lifters grabbed h
old of the magnetic grid.

  She climbed up through the trees, scanning the horizon. The Smokies flickered in the distance, the bodies of their two captives glowing like embers in a fire.

  Glancing up at the stars, she calculated angles and directions…

  The Smokies were headed out toward the river, where they could use magnetics. Carrying two passengers per board, they needed all the lift they could get. "Ho, head for the western edge of the Trails. Fast!"

  "Why?"

  "To save time!" She had to keep her quarry in sight. The Smokies might be invisible, but the two captive Specials shone like infrared beacons.

  "Okay, I'm coming," Ho answered. "But what's going on again?"

  Tally didn't respond, whipping through the treetops like a slalom rider. Ho wasn't going to like what Tally had to do, but there was no other choice. That was Shay out there, being dragged away by David. This was Tally's chance to pay her back for all those old mistakes.

  To prove that she was really special.

  Ho was there, waiting where the dark trees of the Trails began to thin.

  "Hey, Tally," he said as she zoomed toward him. "Why are you riding that piece of junk?"

  "Long story." She twisted to a halt beside him.

  "Yeah, well, could you please tell me what's—" He let out a startled cry as Tally pushed him off his board, sending him tumbling into the darkness below.

  "Sorry, Ho-la," she said, stepping from the Smokey board onto his and angling it toward the river. Its lifting fans spun to life as she crossed the city's border. "Need to borrow your ride. Don't have time to explain."

  Another grunt reached her ears as Ho's bracelets brought his fall to a halt. "Tally! What the—"

  "They've got Shay Fausto, too. Tachs is back in the Trails, unconscious. Go make sure he's okay"

  "What?" Ho's voice was fading as Tally shot out into the wild, leaving the city's network repeaters behind. She scanned the horizon and caught distant flickers of infrared, like two glowing eyes ahead—Fausto and Shay.

  The hunt was still on.

  "We got jumped. Aren't you listening?" She bared her teeth. "And Shay said no calls to Dr. Cable. We don't want any help with this." Tally was certain Shay would hate for Special Circumstances to find out that the Cutters—Dr. Cable's very special Specials—had been made fools of.