I reluctantly agree to follow, my fears for Margarita returning in an icy wave. My Pack can be brutal if they feel the need and these were the people who had kidnapped both me and Head Wolf, who had chased us from the Jungle. Would they see them as any better than Mowgli"s wolves had seen the Red Dogs of the dekkan?
My feet cease to drag and I hurry after. Grey Brother and Abalone lead the way down the stairs to the ground floor, the recorded cry of the Pack beating at us from an open intercom we pa.s.s. I have never been here before and yet I hurry along without a glance as we pa.s.s various offices. The air smells of artificial scent and is without any trace of humidity. The corridor ends in a set of heavy fire doors, and when Grey Brother opens them, I hear many voices.
I hardly know whom to greet first and stand frozen with a stupid grin on my face. They are here-my people-Peep, seeming a foot taller since last time I saw him, a new grimness etched about his dark eyes; Midline, lean and arrogant, allowing himself the faintest smile. But two tear my heart: Professor Isabella, strangely militant in camouflage fatigues, and Head Wolf, paler, thinner still than he should be, but his dark eyes as mad as ever.
Unable to do anything, I pause, seeing them a.s.sess me, the shaved head, the strained, wild expression that I know remains for hours after any interchange session.
Abalone breaks the awkward reunion by being briskly businesslike.
"Sarah says the fellow who got us the message is a Dr. Kravis. She"s afraid he"s in trouble for doing it. We checked his rooms, but there wasn"t an answer, so we need to find if the guards have a key."
Professor Isabella nods. "Are you sure we don"t have him here? Chocolate and Edelweiss scared up a few people who weren"t in uniform."
My pulse leaps hopefully. Professor Isabella squeezes my shoulder.
"We"ve got them this way, Sarah. Come along."
I take her hand and we go to another set of double doors, which are opened from within when Professor Isabella rhythmically knocks. The air in this room is even drier than without and smells heavily of herbs and spices.
From her seat on a stool by the door, Edelweiss grins tightly at me. "We put "em in the larder-nice and tidy. Wonder whether they"ll take the seasoning?"
I try to smile back, but my eyes are busy searching the cl.u.s.ter of guards. I see neither Jersey nor Margarita and as my antic.i.p.ation is turning into dread, a sharp voice calls out.
"Sarah, amiga amiga, what is all this? These people your friends?"
I almost laugh in my relief, but cannot find an answer for all her questions. Settling for a nod, I look at Abalone.
"Yes," she says. "We"ve come for her. You"re calling Sarah "friend," lady. You friend enough to give us some help?"
Several of the guards glower at her, but Margarita ignores them and nods. "You get what you want, anyway. I see that, Blue Mouth. If I can get it, she can have it."
"We want the key to Dr. Kravis"s rooms."
"Dr. Kravis?" Margarita looks genuinely puzzled. "I don"t know what you asking."
"Don"t screw around..." Abalone growls, but I grasp her arm and put my finger to her lips.
Looking at Margarita, I rub a hand over my bald scalp, then motion a taller, overweight figure, ending by holding my nose and grimacing.
Margarita watches my mime anxiously, her expression shifting from confusion to relief.
"Oh, Jersey-why didn"t you say so? I don"t have the key, but I can show you where one should be."
Abalone studies her closely. "Okay, but no funny stuff."
Margarita nods and only squares her shoulders when there is a rumble of anger from the prisoners behind her. Edelweiss shuts them up by examining the clip in the tranq pistol she holds.
"Full. And I got another. Understand?"
Once we"re out of the larder, Margarita turns to Abalone.
"Look, Boca Blue, you gotta get outta here fast. When they not get an answer, they be here p.r.o.nto. We keep near hundred-percent communications silence, but there are checks. When they not get an answer, they be here faster than a cheetah with a bee on his b.u.t.t, comprende comprende?"
"Got you," Abalone replies, letting Margarita through to a room that smells of men"s socks and is decorated with video monitors and a computer terminal. "Why do you care?"
Margarita opens a panel by touching it with her thumbprint. "Maybe I like her. Maybe I just don"t like what I"ve learned about here. Maybe both. Don"t worry about me ratting. If you let me, I"ll take one of the gravs and get outta here when you do. If I stay, I"m gonna be dog meat, first by my "chums" and then by the boss."
"Okay," Abalone says. "If Head Wolf agrees."
She takes the key card Margarita gives her. "You come and wait with the Pack, lady. Sarah and I will go and get this Jersey."
Head Wolf only gestures and Midline comes with us. Professor Isabella turns and joins us without requesting the permission which Head Wolf grants anyhow with a fond smile and a royal wave of his slender hand. Apparently, they have reached an agreement of sorts.
We run back to the third floor, Margarita"s warning giving us new urgency. I send Athena soaring ahead, but the caution is unnecessary. No one meets us and once Abalone has cut off the intercom, only silence greets us.
s.n.a.t.c.hing the key card from Abalone, I unlock the door, but Midline shoves me back before I can open it, a low growling warning me not to cross him. But when he cautiously opens the door, nothing comes out after us but a wave of acrid body odor.
Midline enters first. I listen for Jersey"s indignant cry at the invasion, but the only voice is Midline"s.
"Sarah, come quick."
I hurry in, knowing that the others follow. Midline motions me to a side door and steps back to let me pa.s.s him. When I cry out, a wordless, inarticulate thing, his hand is on my shoulder and somehow I find in it courage to advance.
Jersey lies sprawled on his bed, sheets and blankets neatly folded over a chest that no longer rises or falls. His eyes are closed, but I doubt that his death was peaceful, for his expression is twisted in a rictus of dismay.
On the bedside table are a few sheets of paper and a computer disk. As I bend to touch Jersey, as if somehow I can change what has happened, I see an ampule and an injector on the floor.
"C"mon, Sarah, you can"t help him," Midline says, then his hand leaves my shoulder. "Hey, these got your name on them!"
I straighten then with a first and last kiss for Jersey. Midline has gathered the papers and disk and handed them to Abalone.
I look down. "Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
Then I leave, ignoring the others" comforting gestures, running as soon as I reach the hallway. When we reach the room the Pack is using as a command center, only Head Wolf, Margarita, and Edelweiss remain. A kit bag leans against Margarita"s leg and she holds my aquarium clasped in her arms.
She shrugs. "The Wolf let me get my stuff and I grabbed this from your room. Not even a carp deserves to starve to death."
I motion as if to take that tank and she seems pleased. "You want it? Good. Think of me sometime."
"Naked I came into the world," I answer. "A friend in need is a friend indeed."
When we get to the outer door, Margarita turns with a wave and climbs aboard a small grav cycle.
"Better than severance pay," she says, then is gone.
The rest of us pile into a somewhat more c.u.mbersome van. Peep raises us and sets a course, then he turns to us.
"I redid her vehicle registration," he says with a shy smile. "She can sell it with a clear record whenever she wants to."
Tense silence falls then, as if quiet will help make certain that we can get safely away. Only when we are out of the tropical zone completely does Professor Isabella recall the papers that Abalone still clutches.
"Sarah, may I see what Jersey left you?" she asks.
I nod, inordinately pleased that she has asked since she knows that I cannot read. Abalone hands them over and Professor Isabella skims them, her eyebrows rising slightly as she does.
"Sarah, do you wish to hear these now or later?"
I shrug, gesturing at those in the van. "We be of one blood, ye and I."
She nods and clears her throat. "Sarey, I thought a great deal about what you told me in the Comp-C and I"ve gotten a message out. If there are people looking for you as good as that girl you mentioned, they"ll find you."
Abalone grunts as if acknowledging the compliment, but she looks puzzled, too. Professor Isabella goes on with the letter.
"I thought that my link wasn"t detected, but I find I"m locked into my room-mechanically, so I can"t override. What I told you about me is true, Sarey. I"m an addict and if they don"t come with my fix, I"ll start dying-have a breakdown first, though. So, when I know there"s no coming back for me, I"ll finish myself. The computers I built up in the Comp-C were a great idea, but I wish now I"d never pulled it off.
"The data disk contains what information I could scrounge on my employers. It also has what dirt I could find on Dr. Aldrich. That one scares me more than Dr. Haas-I don"t think he even sees you as a person. Maybe this information will help you to stay clear once you get out of here.
"If I don"t get to tell you myself, I"m rooting for you, and it was real nice talking to you. Yours, Jersey."
Silence holds for a moment after Professor Isabella finishes, then Head Wolf asks softly, "He could talk to you?"
I nod, unwilling and glad to be unable to explain.
Head Wolf seems to appreciate that I have reasons for my silence.
"Lucky man," he says. "We"ll keep you safe now, all of us."
"We"ve got a new Jungle now, Sarah," Abalone says, bouncing a bit, "better than the Cold Lairs under the highway. You"ll see. Bet you"ll like it."
I smile slightly.
"Sarah," Professor Isabella asks, her curiosity digging for the final pieces of the puzzle. "Did you ever find out about your brother and sister?"
I look at her, then pull Betwixt and Between close. "I am a brother to dragons, a companion to owls."
And that"s all there really is to say.
Seventeen.
BUT, OF COURSE, THAT"S NOT.
Head Wolf may be willing to leave unanswered the questions raised by Jersey"s letter, but Abalone is all mongoose-eaten up from nose to tail with curiosity-and Professor Isabella isn"t any better. Abalone saw enough of Jersey"s office to have an idea of what he was doing with the Comp-C. Now she wants to recreate it.
I"m not so certain. I miss talking. I dream of conversations as once I dreamed of freedom. Yet, I am haunted by Jersey"s swollen corpse, a specter that reminds me of the price I would pay for speech. Nor can I forget that the price would not be mine alone to pay, but would be extracted from any who gave in to the temptation to join me.
Still, despite my lack of enthusiasm, Abalone"s pride has been piqued by Jersey"s achievement. She delves into the library banks of a dozen networks, copying every article that he ever published, no matter what the subject.
"Weird man, your friend Jersey," she says, rubbing her eyes as she looks up from her tappety-tap. "I sure wish you hadn"t busted up his machine."
"Veni, vidi, vici," I reply, more calmly than I feel. I reply, more calmly than I feel.
"What did you conquer?" she says with frustration. "I understand that there were drawbacks to his system, but I"m sure I could have worked them out."
"I am cabin"d, cribb"d, confined, bound into saucy doubts and fears," I answer.
"You doubt it?" She tries to smile and fails. "Sarah, don"t you wish that you could just tell me what you want without all this roundabout hunting for words?"
"Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise." I pat her hand, pushing her tappety-tap away, offering her pipe.
"You really don"t want me messing with this, do you?" she says, accepting the pipe. "Grab the dragon and come outside."
Our new Jungle is a burned-out high-rise which Head Wolf has outfitted with a new Web. Where a solid fragment of floor remains, Professor Isabella has set up her own residence, claiming that she is too old for ropes and hammocks. The Free People no longer rate her as one of the Tabaqui, not since she helped to free both Head Wolf and me. Since she refuses to let Head Wolf direct her, she is called Wontolla, the Outlier, and everyone is content.
When we pa.s.s by, she makes her way to join us.
"Going out for some air? Good, Abalone is looking pale. Some moonlight will do her good."
"Very funny."
Edelweiss smiles and waves as we head out. She"s no longer antagonistic toward me, but she"s still happier to see me heading out. Most of the other Free People are hunting.
We amble to a park that is little more than the overgrown rubble of a building destroyed in the same fire as our own Jungle. As we settle among the weeds and vines, Abalone distractedly draws her pipe to life.
"Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon," I comment, pointing upward, "wi" the auld moon in hir arms."
"Pretty," Professor Isabella replies. "Abalone, relax and take a look around. You"re too quiet, child."
Abalone leans back against a bit of shattered cinder block and looks at the sky. Her smoke rings drift to join Athena, who snaps at them in lieu of moths. In my shoulder bag, Betwixt and Between grumble to each other about the possibility of a late-night snack.
"I"m a mess over Jersey"s project," Abalone admits. "I"ve scrounged for every article I can, cross-referenced, plowed into obscure databases, and yet..."
"You do your job too well, Boca Blue," comes a voice from the darkness, "and now they looking for you. And for her."
Margarita steps out to where we can see her. She"s dressed in a grey coverall that whispers uniform, but her sidearm is holstered and her smile is friendly.
"Hey, Sarah," she says, "bet you not plan on seeing me again. How"s the fish?"
"Oh health! health! The blessing of the rich!" I reply, miming a swimming fish with one hand.
"It"s fine," Abalone interprets dryly, "but I doubt that you hunted us out to find out about Sarah"s goldfish. Why are you here?"
"And how did you ever find us?" Professor Isabella adds.