The Purge of Babylon Series Box Set, Vol. 2 | Books 4-6

by Sisavath, Sam

  “And what do you get in return?” Tobias asked.

  “I get to live happily ever after.”

  Tobias looked to Jordan, who nodded. “My friend Gillian,” she said. “The one that came with me to the camp. She and Keo are involved.”

  “A woman,” Tobias said. Then he chuckled. “It’s always a woman, isn’t it?”

  “It’s the truth,” Keo said.

  “I believe you. The question is, what do I do with you?”

  “That’s the easy part.”

  “How so?”

  Christ, I hope this works, Keo thought, and said, “Miller expects me to kill you and return to T18. But he didn’t say anything about bringing back your head on a pike. You understand what I’m saying?”

  “Steve never asked you to bring back proof.”

  “Right. It didn’t occur to me until now why that was. It’s because he didn’t think I was going to survive yesterday’s action. They pointed me up the road and waited for your guys to swoop in and try to kill me. It was win-win for him. I either kill some of your men, or your men get me, then his men get yours. I’m guessing he had people in the woods nearby, waiting for me to walk past like a sucker. I doubt he expected you to send that many to finish me off. That was stupid, by the way. Why the hell did you send so many to kill one man?”

  Tobias shook his head, looking very frustrated. “There were only five men backing up Ron, and they weren’t supposed to engage you. I had to send reinforcements when Steve attacked.”

  “What did they use, technicals?”

  Tobias nodded solemnly. “And ground forces. It looked like he threw everything he had at us. It was overwhelming. We’re lucky we only lost seven men. It could have been much worse. All-of-us-dead-level worst.”

  “The point is, Miller doesn’t expect me to come back. So when I do, and with proof that I killed you, he’ll want to see it.”

  “Proof?”

  “I need to convince him I got the job done.”

  “What kind of proof?”

  “You tell me. You’ve been fighting him for how long now? What would it take for Miller to believe I killed you?”

  Tobias seemed to think about it before he said, “And then what?”

  “Then I kill the fucker,” Keo said. “That sound good to you?”

  “That’s your big plan?” Jordan said. “Convince him to let you double cross Miller?”

  “He’s thinking about it,” Keo said.

  “Yeah, but…”

  “Jordan, it’s not like I had a lot of options. It’s either this or let them execute me. I really don’t want to be executed. I kinda like living.”

  They were back in the classroom, except this time they were alone, with a guard outside the door. Everyone was gathering their things into the vehicles parked up front, leaving Keo and Jordan to wait for Tobias’s decision. He would know in a few minutes if he was going to live or die.

  If he were a betting man, Keo would guess fifty-fifty.

  Jordan leaned her head back against the wall next to him and threw her arms around her bent knees.

  “Relax,” Keo said. “Whatever happens, you’ll be fine.”

  “Is that what you think this is? That I’m just worried about my own hide?”

  “Aren’t you?”

  She sighed. “You’re clueless.”

  “I don’t understand…”

  “Never mind, Keo.”

  He looked at her for a moment, not sure where any of this was going. He had never been particularly good at reading women, but—

  “They were friends, you know,” she said.

  “Who?”

  “Miller and Tobias.”

  “I figured that one out myself.”

  “How?”

  “He kept referring to Miller as ‘Steve.’”

  “Yeah. They were friends for a long time after everything happened. They were in the camp together. Then one day, they were running things.”

  “How did that happen?”

  “I don’t know for sure. Tobias never told me, but I’ve heard rumors that they—the creatures—choose leaders. I don’t know how, and frankly it gives me goose bumps to think about communicating with those things.”

  “The blue-eyed ones.”

  “You’ve heard of them?” she asked, looking over.

  He nodded. “The people I knew at Song Island have experience with them. A lot of experience. The ones with blue eyes are like the overseers—the commanders. They can talk, too.”

  She stared disbelievingly at him.

  Keo shrugged. “That’s what I heard.”

  She shivered. “Great, now I’m going to have nightmares. As if the black-eyed ones weren’t bad enough.”

  “About Tobias and Miller…”

  “They were in charge of T18 back when it was still just Wilmont. Ran the whole place for a while. It was just after the transition to a full-fledged town that they had a falling out and Tobias left, taking some of the men with him.”

  “Reese?”

  “Uh huh. He was one of them.”

  “Why did Tobias leave?”

  “It was that whole agreement with the ghouls. Tobias was always uneasy about the daily bloodletting, but I think it was the pregnancies that did it. I know that’s what happened to me. ‘Donating’ wasn’t so bad, but seeing those pregnant girls and knowing what would happen to their babies, to the human race in a year or a decade from now…” She shivered again. “I couldn’t take it. Tobias couldn’t, either. Since then, he’s been trying to help as many people escape from T18 as possible.”

  “How’s that working out?”

  “Not great.” She leaned her chin against her knees. “We haven’t managed to get any of the pregnant ones out. It’s mostly been the men, with a few women in between, like Pita. She was one of the nurses in the camp. She left with the girl that’s always hanging around her, Shelley. Pita didn’t want her to become like the others, so we managed to help them escape. They’re valuable, you know. Anyone with medical skills, especially the doctors. There are only a few of them in each town, but I hear they’re constantly training nurses. Pita was doing a lot of that when she was there.”

  “How does it work? Escaping the town. You said before that you have inside help.”

  “Tobias talked a few people into staying.”

  “That must have taken some convincing.”

  “Well, he does look like Steve Rogers.”

  “Who?”

  “Steve Rogers. Captain America’s civilian alter ego?”

  “Ah. So if Tobias is Capitan America, who’s Reese? Robin?”

  “Bucky. Robin is Batman’s sidekick. Bucky is Captain America’s.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you making this up?”

  She smiled. “No. I guess you really didn’t use to read comic books.”

  “Too busy chasing girls.”

  “Of course,” she said, and rolled her eyes at him.

  “How does a jock like you know so much about comic books?”

  “My brother had stacks of them. Sometimes I would partake.”

  “Ah.”

  “Anyway, without the inside guys, we probably wouldn’t even have what little success we’ve managed so far, never mind the M4s and MREs.”

  “Where do they get those, anyway? The weapons?”

  “I don’t know, but they have crates of military-grade stuff in town. Grenades, handguns, you name it.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “What do you think?”

  “About what?”

  “The town they’re building. T18.”

  “I never got past the marina. Miller gave me the job as soon as I arrived.”

  “And he never let you see Gillian?”

  He shook his head.

  “And yet you took the job anyway,” Jordan said.

  “I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t already seen with my own eyes that she was alive.”

  “Did you really think he was going to keep his sid
e of the bargain?”

  “What can I say? I have too much faith in people.”

  Jordan chuckled. “Since when?”

  “People change, Jordan.”

  She looked over at him and stared for some time before finally nodding. “You really have changed, haven’t you?”

  “Here,” Tobias said, tossing him something huge and sparkling. “That’ll convince Steve you killed me.”

  Keo looked down at a big, gaudy, diamond-encrusted ring that no man with any semblance of taste would be caught dead wearing. Which probably explained why Tobias didn’t have it on him but had been keeping it somewhere else. It was bigger than Keo’s thumb and featured the state of Texas in the center, with the words “State Champ” on top.

  “It’s the only thing of value I have from the old world,” Tobias said. “Steve would know I wouldn’t give it up to anyone unless I was dead. It should get you back into T18 in one piece. What happens after that is up to you.”

  “You don’t want me to kill Miller?” Keo asked.

  “I don’t care one way or another. Steve is just a mouthpiece for the creatures. They’d just replace him with someone else if he was gone. My goal was never to kill Steve or his people; it was always just to save the townspeople.” He sighed, looking at the ring in Keo’s palm. “I don’t know why I held onto it. Maybe it was just a reminder of what used to be. If you’re still alive when we meet again, you can give it back to me.”

  There was a line of vehicles filled with people and supplies waiting in the parking lot of the YMCA. Reese was in one of the cars and Wyatt was perched in the back of a truck. The street behind them was empty, and he could see the raised structure of I-45 in the distance. It looked gray and never-ending, but also strangely inviting.

  “So this is it?” Jordan asked. “You’re giving up?”

  Tobias gave her a pursed smile. “Not by a long shot, Jordan. But for now—right now—it’s time to take a break.” He glanced back at his people. “They’re tired. I’m tired, too. My number one job was always to make sure they stay alive. That means giving them time to get healthy. After that, we’ll reevaluate.”

  “What about the people back in T18? They’re going to wonder why you’ve stopped communicating with them.”

  “They’re smart, and they’ll get by until we make contact again.”

  Jordan shook her head. She wasn’t convinced.

  “You’re not coming with us, are you?” Tobias asked her.

  “No.”

  “About yesterday…”

  “It’s not yesterday,” Jordan said. “Keo’s going to need my help to get back to T18 and save Gillian.”

  That caught Keo by surprise, and he looked over at her.

  She avoided his stare and focused on Tobias instead. “She’s my friend, too. I owe it to her.”

  “All right,” Tobias nodded. “It’s not like I could ever make you do anything you didn’t want to, anyway.”

  He waved to Reese, who, along with another man, grabbed some weapons and packs out of one of the trucks and jogged over to them. Reese didn’t look happy when he handed them over—including the MP5SD and Keo’s pack—but Keo couldn’t care less. He was too busy clasping the belt back on and beaming as he checked the magazine inside the submachine gun.

  Tobias was looking at Keo closely.

  “What’s on your mind?” Keo said.

  “The Steve I used to know was a good man. We wanted to do what was right for people, but somewhere along the way he went astray. The Steve that sent you out there as bait is the one you’re facing now. If you get the chance, pull the trigger. Not for me or for my people, but for your own sake.”

  “I’ve never had much trouble pulling the trigger when it needs to be pulled.”

  “I don’t doubt that at all. He sent you out there for a reason. Steve, for all his faults—and God knows he has many—was always a very good judge of character. He always knew how to manipulate people, how to make them do things that would benefit him.”

  “I don’t think that was a compliment. To him or to me.”

  “Maybe not,” Tobias said. “But I’m guessing it’s pretty accurate.”

  Keo shrugged.

  Tobias turned to Jordan. “I’m taking everyone to the backup location. You remember where that is?”

  Jordan nodded. “I remember.”

  “When you get tired of this guy, come find us.”

  “No promises.”

  “No promises,” he repeated.

  Tobias turned around and whirled his hand in the air, and the vehicles fired up. The sudden loud blast of machines scattered birds in nearby trees, and more than a few creatures in the overgrown yards around them, on both sides of the streets, scampered away. Keo wondered how long it would take Steve’s people to track them down to this location by just the noise alone.

  Reese pulled up in the truck and Tobias hobbled into the front passenger seat before leaning back out and nodding at the two of them. “Good hunting.”

  Then they were gone, the caravan turning into the street and heading toward the interstate. Keo and Jordan watched them go, bright sun shimmering against the roofs of their vehicles, the smell of exhaust filling his nostrils for the first time in a long time.

  “Well, that was easy,” Keo said. “I was expecting more screaming and gunplay.”

  “There’s a reason we followed him for this long,” Jordan said. “Tobias is a good man.”

  Keo held up the gaudy ring. “He’s got bad taste in jewelry though.”

  “We better get going. That much noise is going to attract attention, even this far from T18. Just like we have scouts around the woods, Miller does, too.”

  Keo put the ring away and looked at her. “What are you still doing here, Jordan?”

  “Gillian’s my friend, too,” she said, walking off, “and I’m tired of losing friends. That includes you, Keo.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “You don’t have to do this,” Keo said for the third time since they left the YMCA behind and began the trek back to T18. That was almost an hour ago.

  “Shut up,” she said.

  “I’m serious. I can do this on my own. I have the ring of power. Its gaudiness will be more than enough to strike down the bad guys.”

  She smirked. “You don’t even know if it’s going to work.”

  “Tobias seemed to think it will.”

  “It’s been months since he talked to Miller. People can change a lot these days. You, of all people, should know that.”

  They walked in silence for another few minutes, passing parts of the woods that he didn’t recognize from yesterday. Jordan was leading the way because she was more familiar with the area, and according to her, just as it didn’t pay to stay in the same place for too long, it wasn’t smart to travel the same path more than once if they could help it. She knew better, so he deferred to her experience.

  “So what’s the plan?” Jordan asked. “You’re just going to walk up and hand the ring to Miller and ask him to pretty please give you Gillian?”

  “You act like that’s a bad plan.”

  “It’s a stupid plan. He didn’t expect you to survive yesterday. He practically dangled you so we’d expose ourselves.”

  Jordan had a point, but Keo knew men like Miller. They were cunning and dangerous, but also vain. When presented with the opportunity to take a prize like Tobias’s state championship ring and lose nothing in return, would Miller really turn it down? Keo didn’t think so. Which was good, because he was going to put his life on the line for that belief.

  Solid plan, pal. You just forgot the part where everything turns to shitburgers and you get killed.

  “About Gillian,” Keo said. “You never told me what happened.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “T18. You left and she didn’t. You never told me why.”

  “We talked about it more times than I could count, and I thought she was going to leave with me.” She looked momentarily l
ost in thought, maybe reliving all those conversations with Gillian. “But when the time came, I left and she stayed behind.”

  “What happened?”

  “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask her when you see her again.”

  “And she hasn’t tried to leave since?”

  Jordan shook her head. “I sent her messages using one of our inside guys, but she never answered. The only thing left would have been to get our guy to approach her, and I didn’t want to risk exposing him like that in case—”

  She didn’t finish.

  “In case of what?” Keo asked. When she still didn’t say anything, “Jordan.”

  “You’ll have to ask her when you see her again,” was all she would say.

  “Jordan…”

  “She was different in the weeks leading up to the escape. To this day I don’t know what happened, but when the time came, I was the only one who left. Only she can say why.”

  He thought about pressing the issue, but one look at her and he knew he wasn’t going to get far. If anything, it would probably piss her off.

  So he asked instead, “How long have you been running around out there with Tobias’s gang?”

  “Three months. It feels like three years. Time has a way of slipping by out here.”

  They walked on, moving as quickly as they could without making too much noise. Keo caught a couple of squirrels sitting on a branch nearby watching them pass, and he grinned. He had a long and glorious history with squirrels.

  “So, these people on Song Island,” Jordan said after a while. “They sound like good people.”

  “Sure, if you don’t mind all the crazy shit they do.”

  “Hunh.”

  He gave her a curious look. “Meaning?”

  She had walked on in front of him, but he pictured her smiling to herself when she said, “You calling someone else crazy. That’s a good one.”

  He grunted. “You haven’t met these people. They’re all nuts.”

  “I’d still like to meet them one of these days. Especially Lara.”