Ponife twisted the X.
I screamed.
And so on until I lost count. Eventually, I broke and confirmed I had been spying for Jacy, and he had been attempting to bypa.s.s the Outsiders" hold on our network. At least I retained some dignity and hadn"t said how they planned to circ.u.mvent the controls to all our life systems. Although right now I wished he hadn"t shared that with me. Not when my muscles vibrated from the repeated bouts of agony and my clothes reeked of fear. Not when I lay curled tight in a ball, wishing for a quick trip to Chomper.
Hank seemed happy with my confession and left, but Ponife remained. My terror doubled. He popped his helmet off. Terror tripled. Ponife knelt next to me. Terror headed off the scale.
"Do notafear," he said, panting with the effort. "Your air isathick. We will not harmaworld. We desireato reclaim what is ours."
"What is yours?" I asked.
"This ship."
That was the last thing I expected. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Youraancestors stole it. Exiled us."
I noted his use of the word exile. Of course, it could have a wide range or meanings. "How do you know? As you said, our air is thicker than yours."
"We havearecords. We had toaration air so longawe are used to it. The air mixture is easy to alter. We"ll find aacommon setting. Good for all."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"You are leader," Ponife said.
I touched the collar. "Not a good one."
"Work with us. You will haveachance to repair damage."
I doubted it would be that easy. "Why did they exile you?"
His demeanor changed in an instant. Wrong question.
"Impertinent child." Ponife twisted the X.
When I came to my senses, Ponife was gone. In his place was a tray of food and a gla.s.s of water. My throat burned so I gulped down the water. Then I attacked the food. Only after I had consumed most of it did I consider the danger. I shrugged. They didn"t need poison or drugs. A couple more sessions with the collar and I would do anything for them.
I considered Ponife"s comments, trying to list reasons for banishing a person. It would also depend if the Insiders at the time knew about the extra s.p.a.ce or not. We hadn"t recycled the Travas, but if we didn"t know about the Expanse I was sure we"d have had to in order to make room for all of us. Maybe instead of recycling the trouble makers, our ancestors put them into a Bubble Monster and sent them on their way. Was that better or worse than being recycled? Given the choice, I would rather take my chances in Outer s.p.a.ce in a Bubble than be Chomper"s dinner.
Eventually, I fell into an exhausted sleep.
A rasping sound woke me. Disorientated, I blinked in the daylights as the shushing grew louder. Deep down, I recognized the noise, but my brain hadn"t quite connected it.
After a few more seconds, I jumped to my feet. Climbing up to the air vent, I peered inside. Zippy had come!
I rattled the bars over the vent, but they wouldn"t budge. Riley would guess I was stuck. Otherwise, I would have escaped by now. I searched with my fingers and found a cloth bag tied to Zippy. Good boy.
Pulling the bag through the bars, I carried my treasure back to the mat. Funny how the smallest things became so important when you"ve been reduced to utter helplessness.
I upended the bag. A microphone and receiver tumbled out along with a diamond wire. Inserting the receiver in my earlobe, I turned on the mic.
"Anyone listening?" I asked, trying not to sound pathetic, but strain shook my words, giving me away.
"Trella!" Riley"s relieved voice reached me.
I collapsed back onto the mat. This was the first thing to go my way in a long time.
"What"s wrong?" he asked.
Worried about Hank detecting the transmission, I explained about the new control room and the Outsiders as fast as I could.
After I finished, Riley asked me a few questions. Then he said, "Get out of there, and meet me ata""
"I can"t. They have aatracer on me."
"Can you cut it out? I could send a scalpel."
"No. It"s around my neck." I gave him a basic rundown on all the wonders of the command collar.
He responded with an extended period of silence.
Unable to endure another minute, I said, "Don"t be upset. I tried to run away, but Hanka""
"Trell, I"m not mada"well, not at you. I"m going to throttle both Hank and Bubba Boom and feed them to Chomper myself." He paused. "I"m thinking of a way for you to escape. You could use Zippy"s short range EMP to disable it."
"I thought that only worked on weapons."
"Logan had to limit what the pulse could affect because of all the sensitive equipment and computers back when you ambushed the main Control Room. But you"re far away from anything vital right now. Actually, if Zippy was stronger and if we had our network in place, he could have taken out Hank"s new control room."
"How do I switch him over?" I asked.
Riley told me how to remove the safety filter.
"How can I tell if it works on the collar?"
"You escape, hide and wait. If it"s operating, they"ll find you pretty quick. But the pulse will ruin your microphone and receiver. If they don"t come after you, meet me in our storeroom."
"Sounds like a plan. Thanks for the help." Before Riley could switch off, I said, "If this doesn"t work, I just want to tell you thata" I closed my eyes. Why was this so hard? "ThataI was an idiot to keep my distance from you. That I didn"t realize how much I love you until I lost you."
"You"ll get free, Trella." Riley"s voice sounded tight. "You"ve survived worse than this. And this time you have more motivation."
"More motivation?"
"Yes. I"m not going to respond to your comment through a microphone. You"ll have to hear it from me in person."
After Riley clicked off, I used the diamond wire to saw through the bars over the air vent. I hoped Ponife didn"t check my vitals because my accelerated heart rate would alert him. Once I had enough s.p.a.ce to wiggle through, I pulled Zippy from the shaft and removed the safety filter.
With nothing else to lose, I flipped the switch on Zippy. My receiver whined and popped, but the little cleaning troll remained silent. Logan had given Zippy a special protective coat so his inner electronics weren"t zapped as well. I shoved the cleaning troll back into the duct, and climbed in after him.
In case Zippy"s pulse hadn"t disabled my collar, I didn"t want to hide in any of my favorite spots. Instead, I worked my way up to the top of level ten, which was the bottom of the Expanse. Finding a s.p.a.ce between two storage containers, I settled in to wait.
At first, every single noise jolted me. Eventually, I grew used to the sounds of the Expanse looming over me. After I felt like enough time had pa.s.seda"if my collar worked, they would have found me by nowa"I descended to level four and headed toward our storeroom.
The glow of bluelights shone through the vent, indicating no one was in the room. Disappointed, I aimed my feet at the ladder and climbed down. The clock on the wall read hour forty-seven. I sank onto the couch. Thirty-nine hours had pa.s.sed since I left the infirmary with Bubba Boom.
The horror, pain and fear had taken a toll on me. My head throbbed from the thin air. Exhausted, I curled up on the couch with Zippy, but I wished for Riley and Sheepy.
Chaotic dreams swirled. Outsiders chased me. Daylight reflected off their silver helmets, blinding me. Then a wall of people blocked my escape route. Jacy led the group and I ran to him. Instead of protecting me, he grabbed my arm and dragged me back toward the Outsiders. He handed me over to Ponife in exchange for the metal X. As Jacy laughed and turned away, Ponife"s white gloves stroked my skin.
I woke with a cry and with cold hands on my shoulders. My nightmare had turned into reality. I was caught.
18.
FLAILING AND KICKING THE OUTSIDER, I FOUGHT WITH all my strength. I would rather be sent to Chomper than be under Ponife"s control again.
It took me a couple of seconds to realize he wasn"t fighting back. And finally, his soothing tone and caring words reached me. I stopped struggling and embraced Riley.
"I didn"t mean to scare you," he said. He sat on the edge of the couch. "I just couldn"t wait until you woke up."
"Not your fault, I was having a nightmare," I said, clinging to him, soaking in his warmth and enjoying the feel of his arms around me.
After a few minutes, Riley pulled back to look at me. A smile quirked and he smoothed a few strands of my hair from my face. My braid had fallen out hours ago and I was sure rats would have no trouble making a nest in my hair.
"How did you cut the collar off?" he asked.
"I didn"t." Confused, I touched my throat. The collar remained in place. My fingernails clinked on its hard surface.
Riley squinted. He ran his fingers along my neck. When he found the collar he explored the surface and tried to tug it. "No seams. It doesn"t feel like metal. The color is amazing."
"Why?"
"It blends in. It matches your skin. Didn"t you know?"
"No mirrors in my cell."
He gasped with mock horror. "So cruel! How did you ever survive?"
I laughed and it felt good. It had been such a long time since a happy feeling has touched me that I wanted to prolong it. I cut off whatever Riley planned to say next by drawing him in for a long kiss that left us both breathless. Deciding that conversation was overrated, I claimed his lips again and yanked him down so he lay next to me on the couch.
My fingers unb.u.t.toned his shirt, I snaked my hands along his chest and around to his back. I would have ripped it off, but he pulled away.
"As much as I would love to continue," he panted, "we don"t have any time to spare."
"We might not get another chance," I said.
"If we don"t get moving, we"re guaranteed not to get any more chances."
"That bad?"
"Yep. We need weeks to finish installing a second network. Which we won"t get now that the Outsiders are already inside. We"re hoping your and Logan"s idea has a quicker turnaround time?"
"I"m not sure. We"ll have to ask Logan."
"We"ll need to regain control of the air plant first," Riley said. "Without that, we"re sunk."
"I"ll get Logan and take him up to the top of the Expanse."
"The top?"
Describing level eighteen to Riley, I filled him in.
"Why didn"t you tell me this before?"
"I really don"t know. Just after I discovered it all this trouble started between us. At the time, I felt overwhelmed, scared and uncertain. Almost like I do now except for the uncertain part." To prove my point, I kissed him again, letting my hands slide all the way down his back.
Riley sat up and grabbed my wrists. "Your timing sucks. You know that, don"t you?"
"I hate to waste this opportunity."
"We"ll get another one. I promise."
"You can"t promise. Not this time. I"ve seen the Outsiders. I"ve beena" I closed my eyes as memories of pain rolled through me.
Riley cupped my face with his hands, getting my attention. "Sounds like the Outsiders are too hard to beat. You can"t fight them. So you can stay here while Jacy, Logan, Anne-Jade and I make a token attempt to thwart them."
"I know what you"re doing."
"Me?" He tried to appear innocent.
"You"re telling me I can"t fight so I"ll get angry and prove you wrong."
"Did it work?" he asked.
I huffed with amus.e.m.e.nt. "A little."
"How about if I add on guilt? Reminding you that Sheepy wouldn"t be happy if the Outsiders replaced the Pop Cops and his rebellion was all for nothing."
Guilt was a factor. Not for Sheepy, but over Cogon. He would hate this. I"d like to turn back the clock and start again from when we beat the Travas. That was impossible, but I remembered a phrase that kept me focused during the bad times. Maximum damage. This time I would impart maxi mum damage for Cogon.
"I can see that little evil gleam in your eyes. You"re back!" he said.
Riley"s broad smile shot through me and I couldn"t resist kissing him again. But this time, I pulled away so we could discuss plans.