Lightning (8 page)

Cleon smiled. “I love you too, Sissy, and I knew you'd be happy to be reunited with your beloved kapos. When you gave them up, I secretly took them for safekeeping.”

Selah nodded. “And here I thought all this time it was Glade keeping me from carrying them in town.”

“We may do some hunting between here and there. Tenderizing is one thing, but I didn't want you to use any of that hand-chopping stuff on unsuspecting animals.”

They both laughed. Cleon was used to making trips in these areas to trade livestock and seed bundles. He knew all the easiest routes, the best places to camp and catch game.
It amused her that since coming north, he had started eating meat, thanks to Treva. She was good for him.

Treva exited the depot with the last of the supplies and stowed them and the bows in their respective compartments in the sides of the wagon. Selah looked around. It was pretty exciting to use a vehicle like this. There was a canopy, retracted at the moment, that would protect them from inclement weather and provide sleeping quarters at night. They had bedrolls, a built-in water purifier, and even navigational equipment.

“Are we ready to go? I'm kind of anxious to get started,” Selah said. In her mind she had already found and rescued her parents and her brother Dane and was planning what to say to her stepfather to smooth over the disaster she'd created for them. After all, she had fumbled through and fixed a lot since leaving home.

“We're only waiting for one more person. We got a navigator so we didn't have to wait for the caravan that leaves this afternoon. Besides, they're taking the land-only route to go the long way around,” Treva said.

Selah didn't trust the look on her friend's face, but there was no reading her mind-thoughts. They didn't do that to each other without permission.

She furrowed her brow and folded her hands behind her back. “Okay, if it will save us time, but you didn't mention anyone else.” She didn't want anyone else going with them. This was private family business, and she was sure they could traverse the shortcut without help. Coming north hadn't been too hard. “Who are we waiting for?”

“Me,” a voice said.

Selah turned, prepared to rebuff the interloper and send him packing to seek another ride. Jaenen Malik strolled across the lot, crossbow slung over his back and a travel bag in his right hand. Her feelings moved from irritation to acceptance in an instant as she watched Cleon and Treva duck out of sight.

“Jaenen, what are you doing here?” Selah's insides fluttered. He was good-looking, and there was no way for her
not
to notice. But she could enjoy his good looks without falling victim to his charms. Besides, she could use his help. She casually pressed her hands to her sides.

“I told you I'd be going back on the road to find your family. Glade pays me well to continue the search. I'm heading south to meet up with a caravan. I put in a request for shared transportation to save on costs, and here I am. I'll be your navigator.” He held out both hands and smiled broadly.

Selah brightened at his dedication to finding her family and was glad to have an ally. He would definitely take her side in any discussions with Treva and Cleon about going into the Mountain. “I'm surprised and encouraged all at the same time. Please keep this between me and you, but I found something that may give a clue to my family's whereabouts.”

“You aren't trying to do my job, are you?” Jaenen chucked his bag into the wagon and locked his crossbow into the weapons holder inside the wagon side panel.

Selah moved closer and lowered her voice. “No, but that file number and location you gave me led me to this clue. I've got a data glass with a fragmented info file about the Mountain in my bag. It mentions my stepfather's name. I wasn't supposed to take it out of the Repository—”

“Don't you two look cozy with your heads together,” Treva said from behind them.

Jaenen and Selah separated. Selah felt her face warm. Treva strolled over carrying an energy stick and bit off a hunk.

“Neither of you going to say anything?” Treva looked back and forth between them. Selah couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't incriminate herself, so she opted for silence. Mother had once said something about silence being worth gold, whatever that meant.

Treva waved the energy stick as though it were a laser pointer. “You two are planning something. I can taste it.” She stared down at the stick, then back at them. “Trust me. I'll figure it out.”

“Do you think we'd deprive you of anything that sounds like fun?” Jaenen flashed his lady-killer smile and batted those thick lashes.

Treva softened. “No, I guess not.” She started to walk away but turned back. “You just remember to invite us when you find something fun to do.” With that, she sashayed off.

Selah screwed up her face and looked at Jaenen with wide eyes. “What was that? I've heard you have hypnotic power over women, but I've never seen it in action. I can't believe it. Treva's in love
and
betrothed to my brother, and with one bat of your eyelashes, you had her acting like a silly schoolgirl.”

“What can I say. I'm afflicted with an exceptional power of persuasion.” Jaenen shrugged.

Selah waved a finger in his face. “Yeah, don't try that eyelash-batting thing on me or I'll take a torch and singe the flapping little things off.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Jaenen said with a wink and a grin.

“When we set up camp for the night, I'll show you what I found. It's a garbled notation and the data is corrupted. The second time I opened it the file size appeared to have shrunk.”

“That's how I work best. I take pinpricks of information and turn them into full-scale tapestries. I've worked on other partial Repository files. Maybe I can decrypt enough of it to get a legible clue.”

Selah brightened. “You really think so? That would be a step forward in my search to find a cure for Bodhi's abilities.” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute! File numbers are one thing, but how have you gotten access to Repository files with the kind of security the healers have on them? You not being a Lander would automatically disqualify you from access to that area.”

Jaenen smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. “That's why I'm considered a top-notch navigator. I've never taken on an investigation that I didn't wind up solving to the satisfaction of my customer.”

Selah felt like hugging him, her hopes soaring. And he hadn't berated her for coming along on a trip that could wind up being dangerous. Finally, someone who considered her capable. She wondered if he could help her with the part of the file that had to do with Bodhi, but then she had second thoughts. Bodhi hadn't been very polite to him at her quarters. Maybe she'd better save that request till after she saw what he could retrieve from the file. No sense in making him ornery if it wasn't going to profit her trip.

B
odhi stowed his gear in the JetTrans cargo area and listened to Glade's conversation with the pilot. Having a Lander at the helm of a JetTrans on the way to Wilmington had worked to their advantage. They'd arrived early at the depot to load with a horse and wagon caravan, but because of Glade's Council status, the pilot offered them a much faster airborne ride. He also informed Glade of the latest operations of the splinter groups, since word of Selah's transition had spread like fire in dry hay.

Glade strolled from the pilot's bay to the center passenger area and slid into a seat beside Bodhi. “We were fortunate to cross paths with my old friend. It will save multiple hours of travel to Wilmington, and I've already made contact to get us booked on the earlier caravan leaving there for Baltimore later on this afternoon.”

“Good. If we took a caravan from here, we'd have gotten
there too late for the early connection. Waiting until tomorrow to leave Wilmington would have definitely slowed our journey,” Bodhi said.

Taraji swung her lithe six-foot frame up into the seating area by way of the open cargo door instead of taking the stairs. Her long black hair, tied tightly in a high ponytail, swished over her shoulder as she moved forward and pointed to the back section. “This JetTrans is a Council transport. There's a conference area in the back where we can talk unhindered.”

Bodhi frowned. “Why do we need that?” He wasn't thrilled with the unbalanced feeling he'd been getting every time he flew in a JetTrans lately. Add to that a stuffy, closed room, and the queasy sensations were certainly counterproductive. He didn't want Glade to see his distress since it would reinforce his opinion of Bodhi as a less than ideal mate for his daughter.

“I've got some serious updates to go over.” Taraji, dressed in a black, one-piece, high-tech fiber uniform, openly displayed her tactical readiness equipment and weapons. Since passengers traveling by military JetTrans were accustomed to security and navigator personnel, it didn't raise any concerns.

“I received a similar update from the pilot. We need to compare in private,” Glade said.

“We've got Council authorization to use the area,” Taraji said. She turned to glance at the passengers toward the front, taking note of each individual before turning back. “Some old enemies have heard of your return, and they're pretty anxious to get hold of your research materials—and Selah.”

Glade firmed his jaw and pulled the satchel closer. “How could they know this fast?”

“Baltimore. There are open-end contracts for blood hunter information. People are willing to trade information for bio-coin every day of the week.” Taraji continued to watch the incoming crowd and note where they sat. Bodhi wondered if she actually remembered each citizen.

“I'd be a lot happier if we could move to the back before it gets too full in here.” Taraji motioned them toward the doorway.

Bodhi relented. His eagerness to know about any danger directed at Selah overrode his desire for his own physical comfort. He followed Glade. Taraji closed the doors behind them, which activated lights and air filtration. Bodhi welcomed the rush of fresh air.

The fusion jets cycled up from a roar to a high-pitched whine and then beyond the scope of human hearing. A soft hum radiated throughout the cabin. Bodhi closed his eyes and tried to hide his death grip on the chair, waiting for a repeat of the recently familiar occurrence of telescoping vision and light-headedness.

Liftoff. The JetTrans leveled off and shot forward. Nothing. Relieved to have no out-of-control senses, Bodhi opened his eyes and glanced around.

Taraji stared at him. She turned away and rested her right boot on the lower rung of the closest chair. “There's good news and bad news. Good news is we're fortunate that we're not taking the route to the south across the Delaware Bay waters. Travelers going that way have had increasing hostile
encounters with marauding bands. Since most TicCity travel has abandoned the route, there's little to no security enforcement patrolling that way.”

Bodhi frowned. That route had been his first choice several times, but thankfully Glade had outvoted him.

“I knew that before, but it's good to get confirmation on the point.” Glade was rummaging in his satchel while holding a single rolled map under his chin. Bodhi felt the punch of his comment.

Taraji continued. “The bad news is the recent proximity of both splinter groups along this northern route. We're going to run into them on this and any subsequent trips. I guess the only thing that could make it worse would be if we had Selah along for the ride.”

Bodhi looked at Glade. “Where is Selah? The last I saw she was storming from your teaching theater.”

Glade smiled. “She's so engrossed in Repository files, I can count on her being fused to that building for the foreseeable future.”

“If she's in greater danger, shouldn't Jaenen Malik be guarding her as you hired him to do, rather than searching for her family?” Bodhi didn't like the idea of Malik spending more time around Selah, but the alternative of her being kidnapped or hurt was even less likable.

“I spoke with Jaenen while you were collecting our supplies,” Glade said. “He'll stay in TicCity to keep an eye on Selah until we return.”

Bodhi rolled his shoulders and locked his hands together to stretch. After the briefing, Taraji had returned to the passenger area as a first defender if trouble appeared. He'd survived working on the map anomalies with Glade for the last half hour, and even in the same room, they hadn't come to blows. Progress.

“This packet from Treva's uncle Charles is a treasure of historical information, but some of it doesn't make sense. It would be helpful if you actually told me what we're looking for,” Bodhi said.

“You'll know it when you see it. Ganston was thorough, so he must know the answers are there. His journal is written in a code for those who understand, but to everyone else it appears as gibberish.” Glade continued working the magnifying glass, studying minute details in the mountains of an old linen map. “I can make out the Stone Braide symbol in this same mountain range on three of these maps.”

Bodhi shifted in his seat. “That's where Treva's uncle built his colony. He found a stone symbol at that location. Remember, we saw it there on our way north.”

“It lines up with these maps. They were drawn more than a hundred years ago,” Glade said. “But there's still a missing code to decipher the symbols correctly. If we can find it, we'll have the answers to the West.”

“What do we do when we get to Stone Braide?” Bodhi knew there were no cities there, just forests and rock. Glade was being secretive again.

“I've got a plan to triangulate these maps. Once we have
the location . . . I hope we've figured out what to do by then,” Glade said.

Bodhi stared at him. He suddenly understood. Glade wasn't being secretive—he didn't know the answers. That angered Bodhi even more. Glade should at least be honest with him.

From sitting on the hard chair so long, the backs of both his legs had gone numb. Bodhi struggled to stand up, making the blood rush back to his extremities. “What time do we arrive?”

Glade looked at his ComLink. “About fifteen minutes.”

Bodhi straightened. He hadn't noticed any instability or queasiness during the flight. Maybe he'd beat whatever Glade and the others thought was going to befall him. His body could be healing itself because his head had cleared, even about the future. “I want to take a shift protecting Selah.”

“You're not agile enough to be on her detail, and you're not good enough for her as a man.” Glade spoke matter-of-factly and didn't even lift his attention from the map.

“Who do you think you are?” Bodhi began to pace. Heat rose across his torso and down his arms. “What gives you the right to dictate the rest of her life after being a missing father for eighteen years?”

“Because I sacrificed everything for her.” Glade's face reddened as quickly as his glance hardened.

Bodhi stood in front of Glade. “From what I hear, you sacrificed
nothing.
You spent eighteen years in the Mountain, deserted Pasha, and left Selah to be raised by another man.”

Glade rose from his seat and stared down his nose. “You'd do much better to mind your manners, or else—”

“Or else what?” Dark brooding colors swirled before his eyes. Anger tried to overtake him. Bodhi could see it happening, and he fought to overcome the colors. Just like before. Some of his sordid past remained crystal clear in the particles of his fading memories. If he concentrated on them, he could keep them from dimming. He couldn't afford to
not
remember.

Glade's fist came up. It hung in the air for a moment.

Bodhi refused to flinch. He was not going to be under this man's command. They were going to be equals or enemies.

Glade looked at his raised fist as though he didn't recognize it. He pounded the table, then swept the surface clean of maps and charts. “I can't fail at this. I've failed at the most important times of my existence, and I can't fail at this!”

“Is this another ploy to manipulate me away from Selah? After all, you're Glade. The oldest and best, the almighty ruler of the—”

“The man ruined because of love,” Glade said. “You should be glad I'm relieving you of that burden sooner rather than two failures later.”

Bodhi glared. “How were you ruined because of love? You weren't there. I'd say if anyone was ruined, from the stories Selah told me, it would be Pasha.”

“I'm 150 years old. Do you think Pasha's the only woman I ever loved?”

Taraji burst into the room and Bodhi jerked his head in her direction. She talked rapidly with her right hand held
to the ComLink in her ear. “Tell Wilmington Council to send a squad and hope you find them before we land. With all the citizens in here, if we have to engage, it could be a bloodbath.” In her other hand she carried a pair of laser darts and leg harnesses. She motioned to Bodhi and tossed them to him as she continued the animated conversation with her earpiece.

Bodhi and Glade scrambled into the equipment, both checking the loads and arming the weapons. The JetTrans thrusters whined. Forward motion ceased, and the transport moved toward the ground as Glade snatched up the maps and loaded them securely in his satchel.

Taraji tapped off her ear com. “Dispatch is thinking it's too much of a coincidence that the security team for this depot had to be siphoned off for actions in other areas of the city not normally considered criminal hot spots.” She checked the load on her weapon. “Your bags are outside this door. I suggest we exit by the cargo door in the back and keep any activity away from citizens.”

To punctuate her sentence, the JetTrans touched down. The vibration of the opening cargo door rattled the wall panel. Bodhi moved toward the door with Glade behind him.

Taraji, hand on her holstered weapon, stepped in front of him and smiled. “I'm your navigator for this trip, so I get to go first.” She slid open the door and looked left and right, then at the civilian seating. Citizens rose and gathered their belongings. Taraji motioned Bodhi and Glade out of the room to the cargo door on the left of the meeting area.

Bodhi hooked his pack across his shoulders and quickly
canvassed the outside area. Not waiting for Taraji, he grabbed the frame and swung himself down from the JetTrans onto the rocrete surface of the landing station. The noontime sun lent its angled rays to ordinary items, making them look sinister. His heart fist-pounded his chest. He crouched, moving left, allowing the JetTrans wing to give him extra cover.

Taraji and Glade dropped down beside him. On his next sweep of the landscape, Bodhi glanced at Taraji. Her posturing was stern, but he saw the smile in her eyes. “I've instructed the pilot to take the civilians out the other side and away from this transport to the storage units. We need to get to the second building on the other side of this landing area. It's the security center they had to leave unmanned because of the last outbreak fifteen minutes ago. A security team will pick us up and get us to the caravan depot on time.”