by Greg Dragon
He paused thoughtfully. “I don’t like it, but you’re right. It’s your only chance.”
It was only a few minutes before a set of footprints echoed down the hall. Jasper ran to his bed and sat on it, feigning disinterest. I forced myself to ignore the surveillance cameras placed around the corners, hoping they hadn’t been monitoring our conversation. It was the same woman, a small package in her hand. She opened the hatch and sent it through the glass. I picked it up.
“May I get a drink to wash it down?” I asked.
She gestured to the sink on the wall behind me. “Just hurry up.”
I grabbed the plastic cup by the handle and filled it with water, then pretended to put the pill into my mouth, gulping the first mouthful of water down quickly. The pill disappeared down my sleeve, just as Tali had once shown me. Thank you, Tali.
Jasper had said the poison worked immediately, but he hadn’t said how. Was I supposed to convulse, roll my eyes and froth at the mouth, or simply drop to the floor?
Option three seemed to require the least acting. I dropped the half-full cup on the floor and made my legs give, hitting the ground much harder than expected. The impact jarred my head painfully, swirling my thoughts around until I thought maybe I had taken the pill after all.
But a few seconds later a woman’s voice said, “She’s down.” Then there was a click and a squeak as a door swung open on the opposite wall.
One.
The woman walked over to me, pausing overhead.
Two.
She tapped me with her foot. I forced myself to stay still. My lungs ached for air, but I didn’t dare make a single movement.
Three.
I struck right as she started to kneel, my leg sweeping out and taking her down in one swift motion. She shrieked as she hit the ground. My other leg whacked her face, effectively putting an end to the scream as my hands reached up for a chokehold. Before my mind even realized what had happened, her head was crooked inside my elbow, her eyes pleading, her breath completely cut off. If I ever saw Vance again, I’d have to thank him for the training.
I squeezed a little harder. Her eyes widened and a squeak escaped her throat. A few more seconds and she would black out. I almost didn’t notice the slight movement from below, but Jasper yelled, “Look out!”
My leg lifted just in time to smash her moving hand and stunner to the floor. It clattered on the concrete and cracked, sliding to a stop a meter away.
The sound made the woman strain for a second, then her eyes rolled back and her body relaxed. I waited for a moment, making sure she was really unconscious, and then examined the stunner. It was cracked, but hopefully it still worked.
“Where did you learn that?” my father asked, his eyes wide.
I gave him a grim smile. “A great teacher.”
“The lock is a techband scanner,” he said. “Hurry, drag her over here.”
I stood and pulled her arm. She didn’t move. I yanked harder and almost fell over.
“You can knock her out with some crazy move, but you’re not strong enough to drag her two meters?” he asked incredulously.
“At least it’s not a big, burly guy,” I said, picking up her leg. Pulling as hard as I could on her arm and leg finally made her body budge, and a minute later I was close enough to scan her techband. It sprung the door right open. We both gave a sigh of relief.
He stepped out tentatively, a warm glow on his face. “Thank you.”
It wasn’t a moment too soon. Footsteps sounded down the hall. And voices.
“There’s two of them,” he whispered.
“Can you handle one if I take the other?” I whispered.
“Uh . . .”
“Just poke him in the eye or smash his nose or even kick him in the crotch. Just keep him from signaling anyone or we’re dead.”
He nodded and we backed into the shadows as the men trotted in.
The guard, a short, squat man in his later years, aimed his stunner, but it was too late. Remembering another trick Vance had taught me, I leaped on him from behind and forcefully clapped his ears with my cupped hands. I could almost hear the pop of his eardrums. With a howl, the man covered his ears. I grabbed the broken stunner out of my pocket and aimed it at his head, punching the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other man raise his techband to his lips and step away from Jasper, who now lay twisted on the floor. Closing the distance, I tackled the guy to the ground. He threw me off and reached for his stunner, but I punched him flat in the nose. His hands immediately cupped around his injury.
Meanwhile the shorter guard, looking a bit disoriented, had pulled his stunner out and started toward me. Blood trickled down from both his ears onto his crisp white uniform, and he eyed me with a cold, controlled gaze. I leaped at him, but he dodged out of the way. I sent a quick kick toward his crotch. He blocked it easily, then aimed the stunner at my face.
I ducked just before he fired, then leaped back and executed a perfect sweep. The guy went down like a lead weight. The man crumpled to the floor, trying to catch himself with one hand while aiming the stunner with the other. My next kick connected with his wrist and sent the stunner flying. He groaned, but he didn’t get up.
“Are you okay?” I asked Jasper, who was still on the ground.
“Just . . . can’t . . . breathe,” he gasped.
“Can you stand?” I said, watching the short guard bring his techband slowly to his lips. I ran to where the stunner had fallen, grabbed it, and aimed at his head. “Put it down.”
He obeyed, but the call was already in progress. “Reply, Captain,” a voice on the other end ordered.
“End your call,” I told him. “Now.”
He moved his arm slowly to his face, but instead of hitting the End button, he spoke. “Red alert. Prisoners have escaped—” I pulled the trigger, but his leg shot out and kicked the stunner out of my hand at the last second. I started after it but thought better of it when the man raised his techband to his lips again. I’m sorry, but you leave me no choice, I thought, and kicked at the techband with all my strength.
The screen shattered. Suddenly the guard stiffened and started to gasp. He curled into fetal position, an anguished wail escaping his lips.
Jasper had crawled along the floor, grabbed the man’s stunner, and made his way over just as the guard went limp. Jasper yanked at the techband, muttering something about “newer version.” Then he pulled back, eyeing me with a horrified look. “He’s gone.”
I stared at him, stunned. “I didn’t mean—I’m sorry—”
“What did you think would happen?”
“I just thought he’d go unconscious,” I mumbled. “That’s what happened last time.”
“Last time? You do this often?” He shook his head incredulously. “The intensity of punishment mode depends on the force transmitted to the techband, Ametrine.”
“Huh?”
“The harder you hit it, the worse the punishment.”
“Oh.” Another death. The harder I tried, the more people I hurt. Perhaps the prison truly was the best place for me. I reached over and closed the man’s sightless eyes, hoping he didn’t have children waiting for him to come home.
“The others will be here any second,” Jasper said. “This way.”
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Jasper didn’t speak again until he had navigated us through the maze of white marble hallways. I wanted to ask him how he knew where to go after being locked up for twelve years. But the expression on his face was so determined that I clamped my mouth shut and followed.
As we came around a corner we heard footsteps. He flattened himself against a wall, motioning for me to do the same behind him. We had a working stunner now, but it wouldn’t do us much good against a group. Luckily the soldiers turned the other direction, and we continued on. After two more corners, I finally whispered, “Where are we going?”
“To get my things,” he said under his breath. “We have to hu
rry. They’ll discover those guards any second, and then they’ll start tracking our techbands.”
I stared at him in surprise, wondering what was so important, but I had no alternative other than to follow him down a dark flight of stairs into what looked like a storage room.
“How do you know what’s in here?” I asked, covering my mouth and nose. The dust was nearly overpowering. He flipped the light on. It was definitely a storage room—an old, disgusting one that had long been forgotten.
“This is where they put my belongings. I’m sure of it.” He started sorting through a few objects, tossing them onto the floor to get to the items near the back of the room. I just stood there. We had just escaped prison, the empress wanted me dead, and he was sorting through the storage room for his stuff? Maybe he really had gone a little loopy in his cell.
Without turning, he said, “Ametrine, help me out, would you? It’s a tin canister about ten centimeters high. It’ll be near the back.”
“You can’t be serious.”
He stopped shuffling and pulled his head out. “Unless I find that can, we won’t make it to the doors.”
“Why not? We were almost there before you pulled us in here.”
His mouth was set in a firm line. “There’s a set of band clippers with my stuff. I have to get your techband off before they trigger it.”
The blood drained from my face. “Oh.”
“I locked everything in that canister and hid it before they arrested me. Never thought I’d be using my trusty band clippers on my own daughter, though.” The last part was muffled as he shoved his head back into the shelving.
I started clawing at the boxes stacked neatly against the wall. There was a thin layer of dust everywhere, making my nose itch and forcing me to sneeze. I looked around with a critical eye, trying to forget his warning about my techband. How did he even know the tool was here? Maybe they had discarded the can after all. Or maybe they’d opened it somehow and found his tools.
I considered stunning him and dragging him down the hall myself. But then I gave a start. In the far corner there was a pile of old-fashioned wooden shelves. Real wood was too precious a resource these days to use for storage. That was a good sign—they had to be old. It seemed as good a place to start as any.
The surface was dry and brittle when I touched it, a piece tearing away in my hands. Perfect—rotting wood. I began at the top layer and looked through every box. It was all junk.
“Why aren’t you worried about your own techband?” I asked, trying to keep my mind off the danger we were in.
“Mine is different than yours,” his muffled voice floated back. “Vallorah never updated mine or hers to the newer version with punishment mode.”
So the empress doesn’t have punishment mode either. I filed that information away, heaving the last dusty box to the floor. The top two shelves of the massive unit had collapsed, dumping their contents onto the bottom shelves. I couldn’t get to the junk without lifting the shelves out of the way. I pushed upward. It was surprisingly heavy and refused to budge.
“Look at this,” I said.
He trotted over and felt the wood. “We stopped using wood shelving during my tenure,” he murmured. “Good thinking, Ametrine. On three.” He took hold of one side, and I grabbed the other. “One—
Suddenly my techband vibrated. I glanced at it in surprise, the words making me freeze.
WARNING: PUNISHMENT
MODE ACTIVATED.
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Jasper—” I began, my voice shaking, but I didn’t get the chance to finish. One second I was standing there, my hand on the soft wood, the next I was writhing on the floor. Pain. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The world was aflame with a white-hot, smoldering heat. It seared through every vein, every organ, every inch of my insides. I could almost smell the charred flesh. Someone was screaming.
I felt hands on me, felt tugging at my techband. The pain was a part of me, overcoming my mind. I felt my sanity slipping into the darkness. Somewhere in my consciousness there was a yell and a crash, then a feeling of pressure on my wrist.
And then everything went black.
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Vance was crying. His tears dripped onto my face, and sobs racked his body as he held my shoulders. I ached to comfort him, to tell him everything was all right. I wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone anymore. But my body felt wrong. I was hearing things as if I were removed from everything, like hearing a conversation through a wall.
And then the pain hit. It slammed into me like a hammer, and I wanted to curl into a ball. But my body wouldn’t move. All I could get out was a whimper.
The sniffling stopped. “Ametrine?”
It wasn’t Vance. It was Jasper. The memory came flooding back and I gasped. The storage room. Punishment mode.
Was I dead?
My eyes fluttered open, but the room was dim. My biological father let out a breath, holding me tightly to his chest. “Thank the fates.”
“Jasper?” I croaked. Even that small movement of my jaw hurt.
“I’m right here. It’s all right.”
I strained to remember, but the memory of the pain made me sink deeper into his arms. “What . . .”
“What happened? A miracle,” he said, his voice strained. “They triggered punishment mode. I tried to disable your techband without the tool, but it didn’t work. Then I caught sight of my tool container under the shelf we were about to lift.”
I tried to sit up to see, but I still couldn’t move. I caught a glimpse of the corner of a heavy wooden object on the floor next to me. The shelf. It lay on its side, its contents scattered across the floor.
He gave a grim smile, his mouth tight, understanding my glance. His eyes were red and swollen. “Adrenaline is an amazing thing.”
Jasper had saved me. He’d left us for another woman and a career, but he’d saved my life. Twice now, actually. I couldn’t sit up—even the thought made me wince—so I just studied him. Dark hair—the same color as mine. Deep brown eyes. A softness in his expression that made me warm inside. My stepfather had never looked at me this way, as if I were a treasure worth risking everything for.
I’d only seen that look in the eyes of one other person. And it wasn’t Dresden.
“Help . . . me up,” I said, my voice raspy.
He looked like he was about to argue but then sighed and stood, lifting me in his arms as if I were a child. “You’re too weak,” he grunted. “And so small. Are you sure you’re sixteen years old?”
“Where . . .” I asked, letting myself slump in his arms.
“If we can manage to get out of here, we’ll go underground. Hopefully we can find a medic.”
“Your techband,” I protested.
“I cut it off, don’t worry. They can’t track us now.” He motioned to his bare wrist. “That’ll only buy us a few more minutes, though. Once they figure it out, they’ll send patrols and check security feeds.”
“Wait. One more thing.”
“What’s that?”
Jasper wasn’t going to like this, but I had to know. And something deep inside told me there would never be another chance. “Take me . . . to the monitoring room.”
He belted out a laugh. “Right. I’m going to carry you, practically unarmed and helpless, into the highest security room in the nation, where all our enemies are frantically trying to find you so they can take your life. Not a chance.”
“Need to know . . . the truth,” I said. His gaze flickered to my forehead, and understanding dawned. He seemed to know what I wanted.
“The monitoring room is too dangerous,” he finally said. “But I know somewhere else that has back-door access to the system. We’ll have to be quick.”
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My wrist felt strangely naked. I started to rub it but recoiled in pain. The flesh was a fiery red, burned to the point of blistering. I tried to push the pain aside, forcing myself to think of other things. It was hard.<
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Jasper had ditched his prison uniform for a spare he’d found among his belongings. The cut looked too bulky, and the color was a little faded, but it would work. He stashed our techbands under the broken pallet. Hopefully the empress was expecting us to escape, not make our way deeper into the maze of white hallways. It was strangely silent. I tried not to imagine the troops of monitors waiting for us at the exits.
Finally we came to a door. It was just like every other door we’d passed. The plaque next to the doorway read, “Maintenance.” It was locked. A sophisticated identification lock covered the top of the knob.
“That wasn’t there before,” he said.
“Just knock, then stun whoever opens the door,” I suggested. My voice was getting stronger by the minute, but my body was still extremely weak and shaky.
He cocked his head as if listening. A sound drifted through the door. Singing?
A knowing smile spread across his face. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea.”
“You can put me down now. I’ll be fine.”
He set me down gently just around the corner. As soon as my feet touched the ground, needles of pain shot up my legs. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
“Be right back,” he said.
I watched around the corner as he straightened and tapped lightly. We waited for a moment, ears strained for any sign of intruders. After a minute, he knocked more loudly. Still nothing.
“On lockdown, probably,” I heard him mutter. But then the door opened.
“Jasper?” a voice boomed.
His shoulders relaxed. “Kert? Is that really you?”
“You gotta be kidding me. Shoulda known you were the escaped prisoner. Who else would do it with such flair?”
“Kert, I need to get inside and look something up. I won’t leave a trace, I promise.”
The man hesitated. “I have a wife and kids now. I really don’t want to end up where you’ve been.”
“No one will even know I was here. I’ve got a kid too.” Jasper jogged over to me and started to pick me up, but I waved him away, struggling to take a step. He put a gentle hand around my waist and helped me make my way to the doorway.
