The Beam: Season One (56 page)

After a few minutes, Doc stepped through the door of the Starbucks door with a tall black man in a bright white suit. Kai frowned. She didn’t know the man, but she was curious about the ostentatious stranger Doc had chosen to run to after fleeing those he’d seen as captors. And with that thought, a wave of irritation welled within Kai. If Doc had simply trusted her and not run — if he’d never decided that Whitlock and Jameson were
captors
in the first place — they’d both have been taken to headquarters and dosed with Neuralin. Maybe that would have been the end of it. Micah and his officers might still have have messed with Doc afterward — maybe even killed him — but Kai wouldn’t have had to be the one to do it.
 

Feeling her anger rise, Kai tried to hold onto her senses of ire and irritation. She tried to magnify them. She tried to hate Doc for putting her in this position, tried to summon a desire to kill him or at least to hurt him for what he’d done. If she could just get angry enough… If she could just become furious enough with him…

But then the wave of irritation passed, and the heavy feeling of coming regret returned to her stomach. She turned away. Then she turned back, knowing she had to face it, had to do it regardless of how much it bothered her. She felt the pod like an itch on her head. If she didn’t kill Doc, the soldiers would kill him just the same… after, of course, killing her.
 

The man in the white suit said a few final words to Doc and walked away with a wave. Doc looked toward the alley, and Kai dove out of sight just in time. A moment later, she peeked back around the corner and saw him check his wrist, noting the time. His simple gesture tugged at her heart. Kai had never known anyone with an add-on as stupid as Doc’s tattoo watch. It said so much about him. It spoke of arrogance, of a respect for yesterday’s style, and of a particularly biting kind of fuck-you to people he grew bored with.
 

“Doc!” she hissed. She didn’t know why she did it. But now that he was turning and seeing her, she didn’t know what she would do next. Would she just snap his neck the minute he reached her? No, that would be careless. She couldn’t do it right out here in public.
 

Doc approached her, seemingly back in full possession of his usual swagger. He was still wearing the wardrobe Kai had given him days ago — the one she’d kept for him in the way she kept a set of clothes for any of her clients who wanted to leave one. Blue jeans. A white T-shirt. A light brown suit coat, stylishly tailored. And, on his feet, a pair of Doc-standard cowboy boots. He
was
a cowboy in his chosen profession, too. He was the only person Kai knew who was just as slippery and underhanded as she was, but who managed to be fiercely loyal when it mattered.
 

She waved him into the alley. Seeing the way she was hiding seemed to remind Doc that he was supposed to be keeping a low profile, so he immediately began looking around, ducking as if a three-inch reduction in height might make him invisible. Kai watched him approach, warring internally. She still wasn’t sure what came next. She was in charge, and yet she had no idea what she was in charge of, or how she felt. So when she slapped Doc hard across the face, she was every bit as surprised to see herself do it as he was.
 

“What the hell, sunshine?” he said, raising his hand to the reddening spot on his cheek, his eyes somewhere between shocked and angry.
 

“You
asshole
,” she spat, surprising herself. “Why did you run? Why couldn’t you just fucking trust me?”
 

“Hey, how could I know what you were up to?” he said, shuffling into the alley beside her. “I get my ass tortured and about lose my mind, then a few guys in silver suits storm in and whisk us off somewhere else, God knows where. And you? You’re just going right along with them. They were just like those Beamers in my eyes. You know… showing up out of the blue to get me. After you left my side, I mean.”
 

“Those men
saved
me! I was dying!”
 

“You look fine to me,” said Doc, giving her lean body a long, lecherous once-over with his eyes. “Good enough to eat, in fact.”
 

Kai felt disoriented. This wasn’t going how this was supposed to be going. “Because I got Neuralin,” she said. “Which we were taking
you
to get, too, if you hadn’t run.”

“Interesting.”
 

Kai pushed him in the chest. “Are you kidding me with this?” she railed. “You came to me in the first place because you trusted me to help you! I
called
those soldiers, you ass!”

“Why are you so worked up, if you called them?”
 

“It’s complicated.”

“Oh, it always is. How exactly did you call them? Robot man hotline?”
 

“I called a connection. He sent them.”

“Oh. I see.”
 

“Someone I trust.”
 

“Who did you call, Kai?” Doc asked her, leaning back and kicking his boots up against the stone wall behind him.
 

Kai shook her head. Something was wrong. Doc was too upright, too confident, too borderline righteous. The last time she’d seen him, he’d been running for the gutter like a frightened rat. Now he looked ready to waltz into a big sale and knock ‘em dead. What had happened between then and now?

“Someone who could help me.
Us
.”

“Someone really powerful, I’ll bet,” he said with a knowing look. The look felt like an X-ray, as if he could see right through her.

“What’s the matter with you? You’re still in danger. People are still after you. Why are you acting like a cock?”

“
Which
people are after me, kitten?” said Doc. “Not the people I ran from, right? Because that just plain wouldn’t make sense, seeing as you’re with ‘em and all.”
 

Kai tried to reply, but found herself short on words.
 

“You’re right,” said Doc. “It
was
stupid of me to run from those silver guys on the bikes, seeing as I’m now in danger from them and they’re chasing me. So tell me. How do
you
fit in, if they’re with you and they’re dangerous to me?”
 

Then, as Kai watched with shocked eyes, Doc pulled a toothpick from his pocket and put it between his teeth.
The motherfucker put a toothpick between his teeth.
Somehow, somewhere, Doc had taken control of the conversation. He wasn’t scared at all. He wasn’t acting like a man on the run. Something had solved every problem in his mind between when he’d ditched her and when she’d found him.
 

When Doc looked away with a snicker, Kai glanced toward the two disguised soldiers across the street. Both were watching them. Whitlock stared back, unabashed. There was something in Whitlock’s look that rang a bell inside her, but she stuffed the strange feeling down, turning back to her current problem.

She had to do something to break the situation open. Something disturbing.
 

So she gripped the front of Doc’s suit coat and planted her lips on his, pushing him back into the wall. He flinched, then let it happen.
 

And then, finally, she knew what had to come next.

“And I thought you might be up to something funny,” said Doc. “But I guess not, because that was logical.”
 

“You need to come with me,” she whispered. She hadn’t let go of his lapel. She began dragging him toward the alley’s far end, away from the Starbucks entrance. Away from Whitlock and Jameson, across the street.
 

“You ain’t gonna lead me to Beamers, are you?” he said. But Doc was Doc, and regardless of whether he was suspicious of something or not, he was still getting hard. She could see that his pants had already started to tent following their kiss.

“Just come,” she said.
 

“You must say that to guys a lot,” Doc replied.

She dragged him stumbling for a few more feet, then let him go and walked in front for him to follow. She let her ass do the talking, knowing Doc would watch, knowing him better than he knew himself. He would, of course, know full well that the last thing Kai would be looking to do after finding him and warning him about impending danger would be to pull him into a corner and ride his rocket, but at the same time he would be somehow hopeful that it would happen anyway. It wouldn’t matter that he seemed a little irritated — or maybe a bit more — with her, either. Since she’d known him, the brain below Doc’s belt had always been more influential than the one in his head.
 

“Where we goin’?” he said, trying to sound cavalier.

Kai turned to look at back, but she wasn’t looking at Doc; she was eyeing Whitlock and his partner over Doc’s shoulder. The soldiers were already scrambling at their tables, trying to extricate themselves without drawing undue attention. She couldn’t run because she knew they’d catch her if she did. But she wasn’t going to kill a man in the mouth of a public alley, and getting the soldiers to join the party was her next logical move. There had been something in that look Whitlock had given her — that chiming sense of unresolved
déjà vu —
that practically insisted it.
 

Kai didn’t answer Doc. She continue walking, facing forward, moving at a brisk but even pace. He took a few large steps with his longer legs to catch up, and soon they were walking side by side. And with that, Kai realized she was back in control. Whatever angle Doc had been trying to play a few moments ago, Kai had neutralized it. Now she was leading him around by the dick, and the only question was where it would be best to stop.
 

They reached the next block, where one alley intersected another. They crossed the small street, skirting a trio of homeless people. You didn’t see homeless much in the heart of District Zero anymore. Directorate poor never lived on the street, and Enterprise who failed their way into the gutter usually knew to keep out of sight, holing up under bridges and in accessible basements. These three were either crazy or too new to poverty to know better, but if they stayed where they were, it wouldn’t be long before Respero agents improved their situation in one way or another.
 

“Seriously,” said Doc. “Are we headed somewhere fun, or are you leading me to your bosses?”
 

Kai stopped, turned, and slapped Doc across the face again. Hard enough to knock him to the ground.
 

“Motherfucker!” she yelled.
 

“Motherfucker yourself, hon!” he replied.
 

“Do you think I set you up?”
 

Doc looked up at her for a long moment. “I keep running into mysterious bad guys with you, is all I know.”
 

“You saw me tortured!” she said, red fury in a collar around her neck. “My sense of time was a little fuzzy, but I’d say I took
two or three times
as much as you took before… before I
came in and rescued your sorry ass.”
 

“You could have been faking it.”
 

Kai reared back and, using every carbon-nanotube-reinforced, nanobot-tuned muscle in her long, lean right leg, kicked Doc in the ribs. His body yielded too much on impact, and she decided she must have broken one or more of his ribs.
 

“I’m supposed to kill you, you piece of shit!”
she bellowed, unable to help herself. “You put me in this position! I have to kill you or they’ll kill us both! Do you hear me? And it’s your own stupid, stubborn, dickheaded fault, because the people who used to be saving us now see you as the giant cocksucking liability you are!”
 

Doc groaned, then looked up. “Who
are
those people? Who’s pulling your pretty little strings?”

She kicked him again. “Fuck you!”
 

The soldiers had seen the melee start and were trotting up behind them, slinking along the alley’s side wall. Doc’s eyes went to the soldiers, then back to Kai.

“Do it again,” he croaked up at her. “I like it rough.”
 

The soldiers reached the cross-alley, glanced at the homeless people, then slowed to a fast walk. Kai watched them approach. She glanced down at Doc, who wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon, and saw a small, grim smile grace his lips as he looked toward the overdressed soldiers. The smile just pissed Kai off even more.

Fucking Doc
.
 

Seething, she remembered that she had to kill him. Now, while she was pissed off, was as good a time as any to do it. But then she wondered: why exactly was she pissed off at Doc? Was it because he was being an asshole… or was it because he was being correct?

Kai stood over her prey, her legs slightly parted, her head turned back to watch the soldiers approach. Then, as they arrived, her earlier sense of
déjà vu
smacked her hard and she suddenly knew why Whitlock’s look, even from a distance, had struck a strange chord within her.
 

“Ralph?”
she said, too low to be heard.
 

From the corner of Kai’s enhanced eye, she saw Doc’s reaction as he watched the shocked expression cross her face. But most of her attention was focused on Soldier Whitlock — the man she’d bedded last week as the firewalled mystery man, Ralph McGuinness.

Kai watched Whitlock approach, a torrent of information hitting her like a tsunami.
 

She hadn’t been able to figure out who Ralph was in the end, but she knew a few things about him. She knew he’d had tickets for Natasha Ryan’s concert, yet had seemed totally uninterested in Natasha’s actual performance. He’d been much more interested in scanning the crowd and looking toward the exits — almost as if he was waiting for something to happen. And then when something
had
happened — when the first of the big Directorate riots had erupted — Ralph/Whitlock hadn’t seemed remotely surprised. It was as if he’d been expecting it. Because of course he
had
been expecting the riot, seeing as he (and no doubt a well-placed a group of others) had been sent to the concert to cause it.