Chapter 40: Suspect

Chapter 40: Suspect

Too bad, I lifted my shotgun and went to pull the trigger, but I found myself suddenly frozen in place.

V smiled. Youre quick. I only just barely activated freeze in time.

I gritted my teeth, straining to pull the trigger.

V approached me, peeled the gun out of my hands and kicked me in the chest, sending me into the wall with surprising strength. He then leveled my shotgun at my head. How many did she bring?

I didnt answer, instead feeling out my options. I activated freeze on him and leapt toward him, but he countered by slamming my gun into me like a club. I was so surprised it knocked me back to the ground.

Good try. Ill ask again. How many of you are there?

Fifty.

V shook his head. I doubt that. Leah prefers smaller groups for this kind of wet work. He sighed. The screams I heard deeper in the factory. Those you?

I gave him a toothy smile.

Thought so. Youre newer Im guessing. Havent figured things out completely or been brought totally into the fold yet.

I remained silent. The smart thing to do was to buy time and keep him talking.

Just letting me talk to buy time? Good. You're more on the clever side than some of the others shes used before. He angled the shotgun a little closer to my head. Since youre clever Im going to ask you a little question. Youve gotten those messages saying that if you dont complete a certain objective, youll lose access to the R.A.S.?

I nodded. No reason to hide it. A former Marshall like him had to have received that kind of message himself.

If the R.A.S. could take away someones access for not obeying one of those messages, why do I still have access?

I blinked, that was a damned good question.

I just froze you using an ability, didnt I? How is that possible unless I still have access to a system that shouldve kicked me the second I started all this? He gestured around with my gun, as he spoke, but his face always stayed pointed in my direction, leaving no openings.

You found a way around it?

He shook his head. Nope. The truth is, the system was never something that could be taken away. All youre seeing when you get those notifications, is a lie. A message made to look like a system prompts. Used to control you, and keep you doing the things they want you to do.

She didnt hesitate. Its true. All of it. Though the messages arent exactly from me directly. And Im sure he gave you a very different motive for it than I actually have.

He told me youre getting things ready. Preparing for the government to arrive?

She nodded. He wasnt wrong. He just didnt realize that its a good thing, not a bad one. He was too patriotic for his pathetic little STAR. He was willing to throw away the potential for a better wasteland. One that might not even be called a wasteland anymore. Are you?

I laughed. I dont really give a shit about all that. I give a shit about being fucked with, lied to, manipulated. STAR territory, the return of the US government. In the end, that wont change shit for me. Wouldn't change shit for Deadmen.

She shook her head. Why cant it?

What?

Deadmen are US citizens as far as Im concerned. Why dont you think the government could make things better for them?

You gonna offer me puppies and ice-cream too? Youve already been lying to me up until this point. I have no reason to trust whatever new lies you come up with.

I admit my methods make itdifficult to trust me, but thats not the fault of the government. That fault is mine. What if I told you were already working toward a future where deadmen dont have to suffer. Where we leave you to your own business as free Americans?

Doesnt change the fact that youve almost gotten me killed in a half-dozen strange places a hundred different ways.

Dont think small! she yelled, letting out the first bit of real emotion I think Id heard from her. You could make things better for not just yourself, but your people. If you kill me thoughwell, lets just say your faces make it hard enough to trust Deadmen to begin with.

I gritted my teeth. Id been feeling myself drifting a bit since Id become a Marshall. Id gone from scraping by to growing, and developing. I wasnt just a survivor, I was a force in the wastes now, and I knew I was just getting started, but what was the point of being a force if you didnt have a cause, a drive. I could only run on a desire to grow stronger for so long. I needed an anchor, a goal, and there were very few things that mattered enough to me to motivate that. Deadmen, Potts Field, people whod taken in a rabid animal, fed him, taught him, cared for him, and let him leave without ever expecting anything in return. My people deserved more, and I could help bring it to them. I could be a force for them. Thats not to say I wouldnt still be slitting throats and filling people full of lead, that was all I knew, but I could do it with purpose.

Im sorry I didnt trust you to have the lasguns in Boon, and I threatened you to make you investigate the Black Woods, but I didnt know if you could be trusted, relied upon. Look at what just happened with V. Could you say youd have been more trusting?

I lowered my gun and holstered it.

Leah turned around, slowly, her smile dropped from her face. She held out her hand. I look forward to working together from a more honest footing.

I took her hand too. I want more specifics, and I cant say I trust you fully just yet. This isnt the place to work it out though.

She nodded. Graves is with me, but Mercy doesnt know anything. I dont fully trust her allegiance to the Republic yet. Our intel is limited there.

I nodded and we shook hands. Her not trusting the republic spoke well of her and who she worked for. I had only gotten snippets from Mercy, and even those made me wary of encountering such a group.

Well, said Leah, Lets get out of here.