Chapter 180

Chapter 180

In yet another quirk of inconsistency, the stayed stubbornly impermeable to the blindfold tied around the back of my head. This resulted in a thin strap of cloth fastened around the mask itself, hiding whatever was directly in front of me and little elsethe view both above and below the blindfold was expansive.

Seeing how Nick had applied the blindfold himself, and his squad didnt seem to notice, I had to assume the mask was projecting a suitably convincing image.

Nick led me through a series of winding concrete corridors. There were several connecting doors that looked as if they could have once been offices.

At the mouth of the hallway, Nick suddenly halted. Playing the part, I ran directly into him, letting out an annoyed grunt.

Stop. Nick whispered, then he turned back to face me, his back to the larger room, blocking me from view as two civilians with rifles passed by, escorting a tall man idly twirling a double-bladed staff who looked vaguely European. His beak-like nose was pronounced, and the way it framed his narrow eyes gave him a decidedly predatory look. Laugh like I just said something funny.

I forced a laugh.

Nicks mouth quirked as he gave me a gentle push. As soon as the three were out of earshot, he whispered. I was thinking more of a light guffaw rather than a maniacal cackle, but sure, that works.

Not getting why youre helping me. I pointed out.

His brow furrowed. Im not. And dont tell anyone I did.

I held my silence, searching for any clue that might illuminate our location. What I saw was almost enough to trip me up entirely. The compound was a series of vertical cylinders, each miles across, with a hole in the center. It was reminiscent of pictures Id seen of a missile siloand the more I considered that, the more likely it actually was oneonly instead of austere, government furniture, the common areas looked like someone had given an interior designer with a low-key leather fetish an unlimited budget and instructions to, go wild.

Another group approached, and Nick pushed me into a doorway, waiting until the group passed to take my arm again.

Thats it. Tell me whats happening or I take the blindfold off. I reached up for the cloth. Nick batted my hand away, then looked furtively back and forth to make sure no one noticed.

Fine! Fine. Just leave it on. Nick said quietly, maneuvering me through an abandoned section of the compound. Theres a lot of tension around here. Not everyone agrees on how to move forward, and some people are angry. Some of those people would be happy to take their aggression out on a newcomer who breached our security, regardless of why. If that happened, some other people would be very upset.

Youre trying to keep the peace, I said, trying to wrap my mind around why Nick would give two shits if this place devolved into chaos.

Something like that.

Are you withwhat did you say his name was? Sunny?

Nick snorted. No. You may or may not know this, seeing as how you werent on a first name basis, but hes kind of asshole. His eyes widened. Not that Im an insurrectionist or plotting anything, of course.

Of course. I smiled. Nick was talking to the geas. My friend was still in there. Hed just gotten craftier, better at playing the cards he was dealt.

Or at least that was what I thought, before Nick dropped a bomb I was entirely unprepared for. Honestly, Im with the other guy.

Aaron?

I nearly stumbled mid-step. But youre helping me?

Nick checked around the corner, reaching back to stop me. He opened his mouth to speak, hesitated. Look. I saw you fight.

My pulse raced. Was I already compromised?

And?

Youre good. Technique is a little He made a side-to-side gesture with his hand. But youre either seasoned and experienced with the system, or a complete natural. You could have shredded zero-team if you wanted to, but you didnt.

Would have been a dumb-fucking move. I said bluntly. And I wasnt throwing softballs.

Nick shrugged dismissively. Broken jaw, bruised vocal cords, gouged eye. Nothing our healers cant fix in short order. He gave me a knowing look. Could have been a helluva lot worse if you got vindictive and pulled a weapon or used magic that would have escalated things.

Didnt get the chance.

Bullshit. As soon as Katarina got her ass handed to her, you had an opening as large as the Grand Canyon. Regardless, I appreciate it. Were not supposed to get attached to the people in our strike teams, but thats just not in my DNA. A teams a team, you know?

Whats zero-team. And for that matter, who is we? I asked.

Hm?

You said were not supposed to get attached. What differentiates you from them?

Nick raised an eyebrow. Sunny hasnt filled you in on that yet, huh? Guess thats a line even he wont cross. Short version, zero-team is something I volunteered for. As for the rest, well talk after youre sworn in.

We approached an elevator next to an industrial-looking keypad. Two guards armed with semi-automatic shotguns stared us down as Nick entered the code.



Whats with the blindfold? The guard sounded like hed started smoking a carton a day in kindergarten.

Sunnys waiting on someone, right? Nick said, not giving the guard his full attention.

The guard said nothing.

Nick finished entering the code, and the number pad emitted a low-pitched beep, rejecting the combination. What the fuck?

Never gets old. One of the guards snickered.

And you just believed them?

There was no way he was falling for such a simple ruse.

They were very convincing. Nick said, his expression esoteric. So I had a choice. Go along with it and grease the wheels, use my position to guide things in a less volatile direction until the third-party comes into power, or sit there isolated and alone, feeling sorry for myself.

It took a monumental amount of self-control not to out myself right there. I wanted to scream at him for so being so gullible, falling for whatever Wizard-of-Oz horseshit these assholes were pulling.

Sounds like you have it all figured out. I said, not bothering to keep the coldness out of my voice.

Its not just for me. Nicks voice was so quiet I could barely hear it.

I rolled my eyes.

Nick smiled a sad smile. When I first got here, after I was uh

Not taken prisoner. I filled in, tired of the vagueness of the conversation.

He inclined his head. All there was to do was wait and sleep. I paced at first, wore a hole in the linoleum. But when I finally ran out of steam and sat down, I realized how tired I was. It wasnt the physical exertionthat, Im pretty used to. But surviving, fighting for your life, it takes a toll.

The quiet moments are the hardest. The words escaped me before I could stop them.

I have this friend. Might be the last real friend I have in the world, now. He kind of has a monopoly on bad luck. Dad passed away, mom with substance abuse issues who cant hold down a job, two siblings that he basically raised himself.

Sounds like a real sad sack.

Nicks eyes flicked back and forth. He isnt. I mean, sure, hes surly, and has zero tolerance for bullshitnever really stops moving, which always drove me nuts. But when the dome came down, it was like he wasnt even phased. Like it was just another crisis he had to adjust to. And I realized that was exactly what it was to him. As tired as I was from surviving for days? Hes carried that weight his whole life.

My throat felt scratchy. I needed to say something, anything, before Nick noticed the lapse. Where is he now?

Mad as hell, looking for me.

How do you

I know, Nick said, sounding infinitely more confident than I felt. That fuckers too stubborn to give up. Always has been.

Putting that much faith in any one person usually ends in disappointment. I couldnt help but try to temper his expectations.

Maybe Im just a better judge of character than you are. Nick shot back.

Maybe.

Nick smiled thoughtfully. Its stupid. But imagining him out there, looking for me? Thats exactly why I couldnt just crawl into a hole and wallow in my misery. I want to change the world into a place where no one has to suffer. Where life is more than worrying about making ends meet, fighting like hell just to maintain the status quo. And the next time I see my friend, I want to be able to tell him its over. We won. He can finally rest.

The proclamation echoed in the small bounds of the elevator, so earnest it was almost embarrassing. Nicks cheeks flushed as he likely realized hed gushed to an unaffiliated stranger. I found myself grateful for the masks anonymity, yet again. I rarely cared what people thought of me, but somehow, Nick was the exception.

Whatever path this took me down, whatever measures I took to extract Nick and derail the suits, I didnt want the ugliness of my actions to tarnish his image of me.

Even if I didnt deserve it.

I blew air between my lips. Christ, this elevator is taking forever.

Theyre made for efficiency, not speed. Nick said.

Clearly.

Sorry for talking your ear off.

It was a good distraction. From this snail of a fucking elevator. And to be fair, it wasnt entirely his fault. Wed fallen back into a familiar cadence of argument and discussion that was uniquely ours. Nick had picked up on it subconsciously, though he hadnt connected the dots. It was a reminder that I needed to be careful. Sunny had no idea we were affiliated, but Aaron did, and the lie Id fed himthat I was glad to be rid of Nickwouldnt hold up a day if Nick suddenly got friendly with Myrddin.

It was safer for both of us if I distanced myself from Nick as much as possible.

The elevator dinged. Hold on, always wanted to say this. Nick cleared his throat. I can only show you the door. Youre the one who has to walk through it.

I made a disgusted noise. But Id missed him, down to his stupid barrage of dated pop-culture references. Nick didnt let Jinnys death break him, as Id feared. He was misguided. Gullible. But still standing.

I could work with that.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a study. Sunny was standing in the center of the room. He held a bloody paring knife in one hand, muttering something unintelligible. His rolled-up sleeves were soaked in crimson. Behind him were several Users, sitting on a couch next to a bookshelf in varying states of exhaustion.

Boss. One of them said, eyeing the elevator.

Sunny stared into the painted sunset that hung above his desk, twirling the knife idly in his hand. Prepare for the delve. Come back with nothing to show for your efforts and there will be consequences. Now get out.

The Users jumped to attention immediately, filing past us into the elevator. There was something in Sunnys posture that conveyed danger in a way I hadnt felt before. Hed come unraveled since our last meeting.

Without looking, he pointed the paring knife at me. Stay. We have business to discuss.

Reluctantly, I stepped out of the elevator. The doors slammed shut behind me.