The Beam: Season One (44 page)

“Trust me, Doc,” she said, reading the doubt on his face.

“I don’t trust
them
,” he said, looking at the others.

Kai gave a tiny, humorless laugh. “Let’s just say they’re afraid of the right person. Come on.” She reached for him. He flinched away like a frightened child. She reached again, this time grasping his arm. Kai was small, but Doc knew she could easily handle him, especially now. He had a drunken thought that Kai sure was one tough honey. She could probably lift him even without add-ons.
 

“No,” he repeated.

“Don’t make me carry you.”
 

“Nicolai,” said Doc. It was just one word, but it was also an avalanche of questions.

“He’s safe,” said Kane, above Kai. “We sent him home.”
 

From the corner of his eye, Doc saw Kai’s eyes close and her shoulders relax. She must not have thought to ask about Nicolai, because hearing Kane now and apparently believing him, her body language told Doc that she was relieved.
 

“Bullshit,” said Doc.

“We got a call,” said Kane.
 

“Nicolai is safe if Mr. Kane here says he is,” Kai echoed, speaking to Doc. She turned her head and eyed Kane with ice-cold hatred. “He knows how far his balls are into the evaporator already.”
 

“Bullshit,” Doc repeated. “They didn’t even put him on the table. And they didn’t let
me
go.”
 

“He had better connections than you did,” said Kane. “I figured from the beginning that we’d have to toss that particular fish back into the water — after seeing how he lined up with your lies, of course.”

Kai stood from her squat and came face-to-face with Kane. The small, white-haired man lowered his head and played with the buttons on the front of his shirt.
 

“Not going,” said Doc, knowing how stupid he must sound.
 

“You’re going,” Kai said, bending forward.
 

“They’re playing you.”
 

She shook her head. “I have reason to trust them.”
 

“Who are they?”
 

“Soldiers.”
 

“What are their names?”
 

“Whitlock and Jameson. I don’t know which is which.”
 

“They’re playing you.”
 

“What do you care? Where do you think we’re going? Somewhere worse than this?” She nodded at the Orion.

Doc’s head was starting to clear. Kai wasn’t stupid; she could read the situation’s temperature. But whatever nefarious purposes the masked men in silver had in mind, it had to be better than torture. Leaving the room would open up some new possibilities. If they didn’t cuff or paralyze them for the trip (if they “went willingly” because the soldiers were “on their side”), there might be opportunities for escape. Maybe he’d get his strength back as Kai had, and he’d find himself able to run… to make it back to that fucker Omar, whose fault all of this seemed to be.

“Fine,” he said.

Kai nodded to one of the soldiers. The man hefted Doc over his shoulder with all the effort of grabbing a wad of tissue. Doc again found himself staring down at metal buttocks, watching as the simulator room disappeared behind the soldier’s silver back. After the simulator, Doc saw wood-colored flooring, then concrete as outside air kissed his sore and beaten skin. The soldier pulled Doc from his shoulder, rotated him, and settled Doc behind him on a high-end weaponized screetbike. He took Doc’s arms and placed them around his own silver waist, then turned his head to speak. Doc looked at the man’s blank, silver-visored face and his visible human lips.
 

“Can you hang on, or do you want me to cuff your wrists around me?” he asked.

Doc felt annoyed. The fucker couldn’t refrain from making threats, even in the throes of subterfuge.
 

“I can hang on.” He gripped his hands together to show him.

Kai climbed on the back of the other bike behind the other soldier. Kane stood between the bikes, blubbering something about telling the boss that he was only looking out for all of their best interests. Nobody paid him any attention.
 

The soldiers kicked off and rose into the sky, staying near the tops of tress and houses as they accelerated.
 
If the soldiers had brought screetcopters, Kai and Doc would be sunk, but bikes had to stay low. Hopefully once they reached the city’s edge, where air congestion increased, they’d drop to the streets. If they did, they might be able to find an opportunity to roll free.
 

The screetbikes flew side-by-side. Kai looked over at Doc, smiling encouragement. Doc kept jerking his eyes sideways, attempting to convey his intention to roll away the second he had the chance. Kai furrowed her eyebrows, seemed to think, then shook her head. Doc jerked his eyes again, insistent. Kai furrowed harder and shook her head faster, then took a hand from the soldier’s waist and used it to pat down on the air, nonverbally saying
Settle down
or
It’s cool
.
 

Doc shook his head and mouthed,
It’s a trap
.
 

Kai yelled back, over the roar of the air between them,
“WHAT?”
 

Doc’s eyes widened with alarm as both soldiers turned toward her shout. Her bike’s pilot spun his head so quickly that the bike jerked sideways and he had to scramble to correct.
 

Doc shut his mouth, refusing to look over until they started crossing a large open area that looked like a park. Ahead, Doc saw the District Zero spires. They were close.
 

The bikes, finding nothing to push off of, sunk toward the grass.
 

Doc turned to Kai, his face urgent as he violently jerked his head toward the ground.

Kai shook her head, equally vehement.

The grass area was ending. Ahead were more houses. Once they reached the houses, they’d rise up again and their opportunity to escape would vanish. He didn’t know if he had the strength to run, but he would have to find a way.

“GODDAMMIT, DOC, DON’T!” Kai yelled, watching as he shifted behind his driver.
“WILL YOU FUCKING TRUST ME?”
 

Doc’s driver, sensing trouble, started to turn his head. Doc moved his hands up to grab the man’s shoulders and twisted them the same direction as he was turning his head, magnifying the soldier’s momentum. The bike jolted and shook as the soldier’s hands left the handlebars. Beside them, on the other bike, Kai was still yelling.
 

The soldier’s shifting weight twisted the bike onto its side. The driver slipped and fell. Doc fell with him, pushing off. He’d known the crash was coming (seeing as he’d caused it) and had prepared; he dove for the ground, tucked his chin against his chest, and rolled on impact. In front of Doc, the soldier struck the ground in a heap. His foot snagged in the stirrup, which grabbed the ground, bucked the bike forward, and threw it hard into a fence. It sputtered, then stalled. Doc was off the bike and running with all of his diminished strength while behind him, the solider remained twisted and pinned under his bike, the other officer and Kai slowing above him. As Doc ran, he waited for Kai to crash the other bike and follow him, but she stayed mounted, still shouting.

They’d crashed very close to the field’s edge — good news for Doc, who had almost no energy in him. He stumbled into a thicket of trees, adrenaline bolstering his uncertain legs, his heart trying to keep up. Kai cried out from behind him. He waited for slumbershots, but none came. Both soldiers remained mute. If the metallic suits did something to make the men powerful or fast, which he assumed they did, then it would only be a matter of time before they were be on him. So he kept forcing himself to move, to gain whatever advantage he could.
 

His feet struck a shallow stream, and he turned to see an enormous drainage culvert. Doc ran into it, water splashing his legs, his shoes squishing. He reached a fork in the culvert, turned, then reached another and turned again. Minutes passed. He hunkered down, spent. He waited.
 

Despite his daring escape, Doc knew it had been in vain. He was too weak and they would be too strong and too determined. It wouldn’t be long until they found him — and when they did, he’d have no energy left with which to flee. The tunnels weren’t that complicated, and the soldiers would surely have every sort of gadget at their disposal. They wore visors, like Beamers, so they’d be able to see in the dark. Doc was important; Kane’s insistence on continuing to torture him even after giving up with Kai and “freeing” Nicolai proved that. Doc was the one who had supposedly bypassed Xenia’s security, the one who was supposedly selling secrets.
 

He squatted in the culvert, waiting in the dark. But nobody came.
 

A few moments later, he heard the distinctive whine of two screetbikes starting up, then gliding past overhead. They wouldn’t let Kai drive one of the bikes, so the fact that he could hear both of them meant that the soldiers were leaving without him.
 

Doc waited a few more minutes to make sure it wasn’t a ruse, then carefully made his way through the culvert to its far end. He found himself emerging beneath a suburban street and into a neighborhood — all old construction, probably barely Beam-enabled. But it was still a neighborhood, and that meant there would be cabs. It also meant that somewhere, he’d be able to find a public connection.
 

Doc composed himself and started walking.

He had to find a Beam connection. He had to use his spoof to call Omar.
 

Oh yes. He would need to hook up with that slippery motherfucker as soon as possible.

Chapter 8

Leah woke from a moondust haze to find her head throbbing. She felt vaguely sick, and was nursing a hazy memory from a fading dream — one of those persistent on-waking thoughts that refuses to leave. She remembered something about an enormous moon bearing down on the world from above, threatening to crush her. In the bright sunlight streaming in through the mag train’s window, Leah’s dream image should have seemed absurd and stupid, but it was neither. She looked outside and up, searching the blue sky for the moon’s ghost. After a moment, she found it. It was up, and she saw it right where it was supposed to be through the lattice, still tiny, pale in the light of day.
 

The train was approaching District Zero. She’d asked her tablet to wake her when she was fifteen minutes from the station and it hadn’t alarmed yet, so she wasn’t quite that close. Maybe a half hour total travel time left. She could see buildings, but they were at her vision’s limit, still distant.
 

Leah laid back in the empty train cabin — not private, though she was the only one inside — and closed her eyes. She had barely been sleeping lately, and was looking at a busy time once she was back inside the city. She should sleep while she could.
 

Behind her eyelids Leah saw a building with a red roof, then saw a journal. They were the images from Crumb’s mind, which she’d seen in the metaphorical honey back in Bontauk.
 

She opened her eyes, then shook her head and closed them again.
 

Leah tried to sleep, but rest mocked her. She was moving back into District Zero’s primary Beam network, and she could feel a hacker’s itch in her fingers. Now that she’d left Leo behind, Leah could indulge that itch. Leo tried to understand the duality of what she did for Organa, but he was too old and set in his ways to truly get it. Leah had grown up in the world of The Beam. Leo had grown up before the internet. The gulf between them, technologically speaking, was unfathomable. They came from opposite worlds, and there was no way they’d ever be able to truly speak the same language. They were like a couple with different definitions of infidelity. For Leo, the dirtiest you could get as a tech-fighting Organa was to secretly use a handheld from time to time — the equivalent of beating off in the bathroom. For Leah, abundant use of technology was still perfectly fine as long as she did it in service of her cause — more like going to a prostitute you didn’t connect with emotionally. Leo tried to understand (which was why he’d gotten Leah her elite training), but again, his doing so was like sending his wild wife on a hedonistic trip so she could get out her jollies then return to him as a loyal partner. Leo was willing to indulge because the training was what Leah wanted and needed, but he didn’t truly get it, deep down, or see why it was necessary.
 

Leah rolled her eyes to herself, wondering why the metaphor was so sexual. She wondered if she was horny on top of being sleep-deprived.

The train’s high-band connection to the DZ core would be at full strength now, so Leah pulled out her tablet and began plinking around. But the tablet was a poor adept’s tool. She decided she wasn’t doing anything particularly scandalous, so gave herself permission to use the train’s native canvas.
 

Leah didn’t feel like craning her neck to the side to use the window as her surface, so she hit the pads on her armrest to project a screen and airboard. The train’s projections were decent, and she found that she couldn’t really see the compartment seats across from her through the screen.
 

She touched the hologram with her fingers, dragged it wider, then started touching keys on the airboard. She could speak to the canvas, but for Leah at least, her hands used a different part of her mind than her voice. It was why, when she tried dictating mail, she always gave up after a few minutes. But her fingers loved the airboard, especially since she’d had tactile response add-ons inserted into her fingers and thumbs. Leo didn’t know about the add-on because it was none of his business and would never matter to him; all it did was give her fingers the feeling of pressing keys. A neat side-benefit of the add-on was that when Leah was plugged in, she didn’t really even require an airboard. She could mime typing with her fingers even if they hung at her sides, as long as her add-on was active. It would have been an outstanding way to subtly pass notes in class, if only she’d been enhanced back then.