“This is a bubbly puzzle,” Zane said, chuckling to himself.
Tally sighed. “Maybe it was all a joke.”
“You think the New Smokies would hack a citywide invitation, sneak across the river, and crash a party just to waste our time?”
“Probably not,” Tally admitted, but she felt something in her starting to fade. She found herself wondering if this whole expedition was kind of lame, looking for some big secret that uglies had left behind. Sneaking around in someone else’s mansion was pretty bogus, after all. “You think breakfast is still warm?” she asked.
“Tally . . .” Zane turned his intense gaze on her. With trembling hands, he pushed her hair behind her ears. “Stay with me.”
“I’m right here,” she said.
He drew closer, until his lips almost brushed hers. “I mean, stay bubbly.”
Tally kissed him, and with the pressure of his lips the world sharpened again. She pushed the hunger out of her mind and said, “Okay. What about the elevator?”
“Which one?”
She led him back to the space between Valentino 315 and 319. The long expanse of stone wall was interrupted by an elevator door.
“There used to be a room here,” she said.
“But they got rid of it when they put in the elevator.” Zane laughed. “Lazy pretties. Can’t climb two flights of stairs.”
“So maybe 317 is the elevator now.”
“Well, that’s bogus,” Zane said. “We can’t make it come without our rings.”
“We could wait around until someone else calls the elevator, and slip in.”
Zane looked up and down the empty hallway, piled with plastic cups and torn paper decorations. “Hours from now,” he said, sighing. “When we won’t be bubbly anymore.”
“Yeah. Not bubbly.” A layer of fuzziness was starting to sink across Tally’s vision again, and her stomach growled in a food-missing way, which called up the mental image of a warm chocolate muffin. She shook her head to clear it, visualizing a Special Circumstances uniform instead. Last night the sight of gray silk had focused her mind, had propelled her after Croy and into the fire stairwell. The whole thing had been a test to see how well her brain was working. Maybe this was another test. A bubbly puzzle, as Zane had said.
She stared at the elevator door. There had to be a way inside.
Slowly, a memory came to her. It was from back in the ugly days, but not so long ago. Tally remembered falling down a lightless shaft. It was one of the stories that Shay always liked to hear her tell, about how Tally and David had snuck into Special Circumstances headquarters. . . . “The roof,” Tally said.
“What?”
“You can climb down into an elevator shaft from the roof. I’ve done it.”
“Really?”
Instead of answering, Tally kissed him again. She couldn’t remember exactly how, but knew that if she just stayed bubbly, it would come back to her. “Follow me.”
• • •
Getting up to the roof wasn’t as simple as she’d expected—the stairs they had taken up stopped at the third floor. Tally frowned, frustration deadening everything again. In Komachi Mansion, getting up to the roof was easy. “This is bogus. What do they do if there’s a fire?”
“Stone doesn’t burn,” Zane said. He pointed at a small window at the end of the hall, sunlight streaming in through its stained-glass panels. “That’s the way out.” He strode toward it.
“What? Climb up the outside wall?”
Zane stuck his head out and looked down, letting out a long whistle. “Nothing like heights to keep you bubbly.”
Tally frowned, unsure whether or not she wanted to be that bubbly.
Zane pulled himself up onto the sill and leaned out, grasping the top of the window. He stood carefully, slowly rising until Tally could see only his boots standing on the stone ledge outside. Her heart began to race again, until she could feel it beating in her fingertips. The world became as sharp as icicles.
For a long time his feet were motionless, then they shuffled closer to the edge, until only Zane’s toes rested on the stone, precariously balanced.
“What are you doing up there?”
In answer, his boots lifted slowly into the air. Then Tally heard the muffled sound of soles scrabbling on stone. She stuck her head through and peered up.
Above her, Zane dangled from the edge of the roof, his feet swinging and scraping. Then one of his boots found purchase in a crack between the stones, and he hauled himself over and out of sight.
A moment later, his face appeared, grinning from ear to ear. “Come on up!”
Tally pulled her head in and took a deep breath, placing her hands on the ledge. The stone was rough and cold. The wind whistling through the window made the tiny hairs on her arms stand up.
“Stay bubbly,” Tally said softly. She pulled herself up to sit in the window, the stone cold against her thighs, and took a quick glance at the ground. It was a long way down to the scattered leaves and tree roots that would break her fall. The wind picked up, making nearby branches wave, and Tally could see every twig. The smell of pine tree sharpened in her nostrils. Bubbly was not going to be a problem.
She slid one foot out onto the ledge, then the other.
Standing up was the scariest part. Tally clutched the window frame with one hand as she rose, the other feeling for a hand-hold on the outside wall. She didn’t dare let herself look down again. The cool stone was pocked with holes and cracks, but none seemed large enough for more than fingertips.
When her legs had straightened all the way, Tally found herself paralyzed for a moment. She swayed slightly in the breeze, like an unsupported tower built too tall.
“Pretty bubbly-making, huh?” Zane’s voice came from above. “Just grab the ledge.”
She tore her gaze from the wall in front of her and looked up. The edge of the roof was just out of reach. “Hey, this isn’t fair. You’re taller than me.”
“No problem.” He lowered one hand.
“Are you sure you can hold me?”
“Come on, Tally-wa. What’s the point of having all those new pretty muscles if you don’t use them for anything.”
“Like getting killed?” she said under her breath, but reached up to take his hand.
Her new muscles were stronger than she’d thought, though. With her fingers locked around Zane’s wrist, Tally pulled herself easily up from the window ledge. Her free hand grasped the roof’s edge, and one toe managed to get purchase in a crack in the mansion wall. With a grunt, Tally was up, rolling over the ledge and onto the roof. She sprawled on the reassuringly solid stone, giggling with the rush of relief that swept through her.
Zane grinned. “It’s true, what I said before.”
She looked up at him questioningly.
“I’ve been waiting for someone like you.”
Pretties didn’t blush—not in an ugly-making way, at least—but Tally rolled to her feet to hide her reaction. The bubbliness of their death-defying climb had made Zane’s gaze too intense. She stood to take in the view.
From the roof, Tally could see the spires of New Pretty Town still towering over them, the green trails of pleasure gardens snaking up the central hill. Across the river, Uglyville was already awake. A soccer field full of just-turned-uglies swarmed around a black-and-white ball, and the wind carried to her ears the sound of a whistle being furiously blown. The view seemed terribly close and in focus, her nervous system still ringing, echoing from the moments she’d swung from Zane’s hand.
The stone roof was flat, marked only by the spinning heads of three air vents, the towering transmission mast, and a metal shack no bigger than an ugly’s closet. Tally pointed at the latter. “That’s right above the elevator.”
They crossed the roof. In the shack’s ancient door, a rust-covered sheet of metal like those that littered the ruins, letters had been painstakingly scratched: VALENTINO 317.
“Very non-bogus, Tally,” Zane said, grinning
. He yanked at the door, but a shiny chain snapped taut with a screeched complaint. “Hmm.”
Tally looked at the device that kept the chain from slipping, wracking her still-spinning brain. “That’s called a . . . padlock, I think.” She felt the smooth steel object between her fingers, trying to remember how they worked. “They had them in the Smoke, to secure stuff that people might steal.”
“Great. All this and we still need our rings.”
Tally shook her head. “Smokies don’t use interface rings, Zane. To open a padlock, you need a . . .” She searched her memory for another old word, then found it. “There must be a key somewhere.”
“A key? Like a password?”
“No. This kind of key is a little metal thing. You stick it in and turn, which makes the lock pop open.”
“What does it look like?”
“A flat piece of steel, about as long as your thumb, with teeth.”
Zane giggled at this image, but started looking around.
Tally stared at the door. The shack was obviously much older than the chain that held it shut. She wondered what it had been used for. Leaning close to the narrow gap Zane had opened, Tally sheltered her gaze with both hands and peered into the blackness. Her eyes adjusted slowly, until she could make out dark shapes within.
There seemed to be a huge pulley and a crude mechanical engine, like the kind they used out in the Smoke. The elevator had once moved up and down on a chain. This shack was old; it must have been abandoned after lifters had been invented, which was ages ago. Modern elevators ran on the same principle as hover-boards and bungee jackets. (Which was a lot safer than dangling from a chain. . . . Tally shivered at the thought.) When lifters had been added, the old mechanism must have been left up here on the roof to rust.
She yanked at the padlock again, but it held firm. Heavy and crude, the lock looked out of place here in the city. When wardens wanted to secure something, they stuck up a sensor that would tell you to keep out. Only New Smokies would have used a padlock made of metal.
Croy had told her to come here, so there had to be a key around somewhere.
“Another stupid test,” she muttered.
“A what?” Zane asked. Looking for the key, he had climbed on top of the shack.
“Like Croy dressing up as a Special,” she explained. “And making us find Valentino 317. The key has to be tricky to get hold of, because it’s all a test. Their point is to make it hard to find this thing that Croy left for me. They don’t want us to find it unless we’re bubbly.”
“Or maybe,” Zane said, perching on one edge of the shack, “they want the search to make us bubbly, so we’re thinking clearly when we find it.”
“Whatever it is,” Tally said, and sighed. She felt annoyance rising in her, along with the feeling that this test would never end, that every solution would just lead to another level of problems, like some stupid thumbgame. Maybe the smartest move would be to blow it all off and just have breakfast. Why was she trying to prove herself to the New Smokies, anyway? They didn’t matter. She was beautiful and they were ugly.
But Zane’s brain was still spinning. “So they’d hide the key somewhere that would be extra tricky to get to. But what would be trickier than climbing up here?”
Tally’s eyes swept the roof, until they found the spindly transmission tower. At its top, twenty stories above them, the Valentino flag whipped in the wind. At the sight of it, the world grew crisp again, and she smiled.
“Climbing up there.”
THE HIGH TOWER
The transmission tower was the newest piece of Valentino Mansion, made of steel painted over with white polymers to keep rust at bay. It was part of the system that tracked people’s interface rings, supposedly to help find anyone who got lost or injured outside a smart building.
White struts loomed over Tally and Zane, crisscrossing like a cat’s cradle, shining in the sun like porcelain. The tower didn’t look hard to climb, except for the fact that it was five times as tall as Valentino Mansion, even taller than a party spire. As she stared up into its heights, a low rumble sounded in Tally’s stomach. She was pretty sure it wasn’t hunger. “At least there’s no dragon guarding it,” she said.
Zane lowered his anxious gaze from the tower. “Huh?”
Tally shook her head. “Just something from a dream I had.”
“You really think the key’s up there?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“The New Smokies climbed all that way?”
Old memories came back. “No. They could’ve hoverboarded up the side. Boards can go that high if they stay close enough to a big piece of metal.”
“You know, we could requisition a hoverboard . . . ,” Zane said quietly.
She looked at him with surprise.
He muttered, “Of course, that wouldn’t be very bubbly, would it?”
“It wouldn’t. And anything that flies has a minder. Do you know how to trick a hoverboard’s safety governor?”
“Used to, but I can’t remember.”
“Me either. Okay, then. We climb.”
“Okay,” he said. “But first . . .” He reached for Tally’s hand, drew her to him, and they kissed again.
She blinked once, then felt a grin spreading on her face. “Just to keep us bubbly.”
• • •
The first half was easy.
Tally and Zane stayed together, climbing opposite sides of the tower, finding ready handholds in the weave of struts and cables. The wind kicked up now and then, playfully tugging at Tally in a way that was nervous-making, but all it took was a quick glance downward to focus her mind.
Halfway up, she could already see the whole of Valentino Mansion, the pleasure gardens spread out in every direction, even the hovercar pads atop the central hospital where they did the operation. The river glittered as the sun climbed toward noon, and across the water, in Uglyville, Tally saw her old dorm hulking among the trees. On the soccer field, a few uglies were watching them and pointing, probably wondering who was climbing the tower.
Tally wondered how long it would be before someone on this side of the river noticed their ascent and pinged the wardens.
With her new muscles, the climb wasn’t physically demanding. But as the two of them neared the top, the tower grew narrower, the handholds less sure. The polymer coating was slick, still wet in a few corners where the morning sun hadn’t yet dried the dew. Microwave dishes and thick skeins of braided cables crowded the struts, and doubts began to creep through Tally’s mind. Was the key really up here? Why would the New Smokies make her risk her life just to pass a test? As the climb grew trickier and the drop more panic-making, Tally found herself wondering how she’d wound up here on this tall and windy spike.
The night before, her only goal had been to become a Crim, pretty and popular, surrounded by a clique of new friends. And she’d managed to get everything she’d wanted—on top of which, Zane had kissed her, a bubbly development she hadn’t even imagined before this morning.
Of course, getting what you wanted never turned out the way you’d thought it would. Being a Crim wasn’t about being satisfied, and hanging out with Zane apparently involved risking your life and not eating breakfast. Tally had only been voted in last night, and here she was having to prove herself again.
And for what? Did she really want to unlock the rusty shack below? Whatever was in there could only make her head more spinning, and was certain to remind her of David and the Smoke and everything she’d left behind. It felt as if every time she took a step forward into her new life, something sucked her back toward ugly days.
With her mind tangled by these questions, Tally put her foot wrong.
The sole of one shoe slipped from a thick cable coated in slick plastic, sending her flailing legs away from the tower, yanking her hands from their grip on a strut that was still wet with dew. Tally tumbled downward, the feeling of free fall surging through her body, familiar from all the times she had wiped out on a hov
er-board or thrown herself from the top of a building.
Her instincts told her to relax, until she realized the big difference between this fall and all those others: Tally wasn’t wearing crash bracelets or a bungee jacket. This time she was really falling; nothing was going to catch her.
Her brand-new pretty reflexes kicked into gear, and her hands flew out to grab a passing braid of cable. Tally’s palms slid down the plastic insulation, the friction burning her skin as if the cable had burst into flame. Her legs swung in toward the tower—knees bent, body turning—and Tally absorbed the impact against the metal with her hip, a blow that shook her whole frame but didn’t loosen the grip of her burning fingers.
Tally’s feet scrabbled to gain purchase, their soles finding a wide strut and mercifully taking most of the weight from her hands. She wrapped her arms around the cable, every muscle tense, barely hearing Zane’s shouts above her, and gazed out over the river, amazed at her own vision.
Everything shone, as if diamonds had been scattered across Uglyville. Her mind felt clean, like the air after a morning rain, and Tally understood at last why she had climbed up here. Not to impress Zane or the Smokies, or to pass any test, but because some part of her had wanted this moment, this clarity she hadn’t felt since the operation. This was way beyond bubbly.
“Are you okay?” came a distant cry.
She looked back up at Zane. Seeing how far she’d fallen, Tally swallowed, but still managed a smile. “I’m bubbly. Totally. Wait up.”
She climbed fast now, ignoring her bruised hip. Her scorched palms complained every time they closed around a handhold, but within a minute she was alongside Zane again. His golden eyes were wider than ever, as if her fall had scared him worse than it had Tally.
She smiled again, realizing that it probably had. “Come on.” She left him behind, pulling herself up the last few meters.
Reaching the top, Tally found a black magnet stuck to the bottom of the flagpole, a shiny new key clinging to it. She carefully pulled the key off and slipped it into her pocket while the Valentino flag snapped overhead, the sound as crisp as clothes fresh out of the wall.
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