Part 3 (2/2)
”You psions up to the task?” Matron said, eyeing them.
”Worry about your own people.”
Matron knew better than to argue and took herself out of the shuttle, yelling for Everett and Novak. Lucas focused his attention on his sisters and the other two Strykers as Quinton and Threnody argued in whispers near the cargo ramp.
”Let's go,” Lucas said.
”Are you sure about this?” Kerr asked, glancing from Lucas to Threnody. ”If all she's doing is frying the system, won't that trigger an alarm somewhere?”
”The alarm would have to reroute through the outpost first, and Jason has done enough damage that it won't get very far. No one outside of the highest reaches of the government knows about this place, and the government is busy dealing with the mess in Buffalo,” Lucas said. ”The Strykers were never informed of this location, so a teleport can't happen. The World Court won't send a team by shuttle until it's too late and we'll be long gone by then. It's still a calculated risk, but we're taking it.”
”And is using Threnody up a calculated risk?” Quinton asked harshly.
”We're all taking a risk here,” Threnody said. ”Let it go, Quin.”
Jason shook his head. ”I don't know if I can save Threnody again, Lucas. My first few attempts apparently didn't take.”
”Keep her breathing until we reach Antarctica, that's all I need,” Lucas said. ”I've got someone there who can help if it comes down to it.”
Surprise flickered over Jason's face. ”Don't tell me you've got black-market surgeons stashed all over the world?”
”When I find useful people, I keep them.”
”I've always liked your collections,” Kristen said as she skipped past them for the cargo ramp. Everyone followed her outside.
Matron and ten of her scavengers were busy hauling three gravlifts off two shuttles. The machines were capable of carrying heavy loads on the flatbed, with lifts that could deposit the cargo on any given surface. Their max was half a ton, and they would be utilized as much as Jason's telekinesis.
”These are good,” Matron called out to Lucas as she hauled herself up into one of the gravlift control seats. ”No damage on the flight out.”
”You know how much of whatever's in those vaults you want to load?” Everett asked as he climbed onto another gravlift. He sported a quick-heal patch over his left temple, having taken a minor beating on the flight out of Buffalo.
”Half or more of everything the World Court is hiding in there,” Lucas said.
”Yeah, you better hope we've got room.”
”If we don't, you stay behind.” Lucas climbed up onto the flatbed behind Matron and settled in for the ride. ”Your scavengers need a refresher course on how to take orders.”
Matron glanced at him over her shoulder. ”I lost more'n half my crew getting your a.s.s out of the fire back in Buffalo. Leave them alone.”
The Strykers and Lucas's sisters climbed up onto the flatbed, finding handholds along the edges where straps were coiled into shallow recesses. Kerr helped Quinton get Threnody on board, the two men working in silence to steady her and help her get comfortable. When they were ready, Matron started the gravlift and steered away from the airfield to the rarely used road.
The incline wasn't that steep, and the long, winding road seemed stable. The wedge of metal sticking out of the mountainside was covered in moss and seemed like part of the landscape. When they reached the level part of the road, they pa.s.sed by the remnants of an old-fas.h.i.+oned gate off to one side, the rusted metal still visible. Up ahead, the dirt road curved until it cut parallel to the entrance of the metal wedge. The gravlifts were locked into a hovering line behind Matron's lead when they arrived, the engines a soft hum in the chilly air.
A faded logo could be seen on the side of the metal wedge: The Svalbard Global Seed and Gene Bank.
”Why can't we teleport inside?” Everett said as everyone started to climb off the gravlifts.
”Teleporting requires a visual,” Kerr said as he watched Quinton and Jason help Threnody get her feet on the ground. To his eyes, she wasn't looking too steady on her legs. ”You can't teleport to some place you've never been, not unless you want to end up embedded in a solid object.”
Lucas took a careful step forward, letting the rusted support ramp that linked the road and the entrance take his weight. The metal creaked, the sound a grating echo in their ears, but it held. He a.s.sumed the government had replaced it a few times over the years. Lucas looked over his shoulder. ”Threnody.”
”Front and center, yeah, I know,” she said.
Quinton had her by the elbow as they walked across the ramp slowly, trying not to jar her too much. Jason was right behind them while everyone else waited on the road. Threnody leaned heavily against Quinton, staring at the control panel.
She swallowed thickly. ”I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I'll be fast enough.”
”I can have Kris turn off the pain,” Lucas said.
”No. I'll lose myself that way.”
”Then I'll anchor you.”
Stepping forward, Lucas carefully pressed one fingertip against her temple. Threnody flinched from the pressure, skin still sensitive. She needed a biotank, but he didn't have one here to put her in. Lucas closed his eyes and concentrated on pulling his telepathy together. He hadn't lied about his ability to recover. That still didn't mean it was easy. Psi shock made it difficult to focus, and Threnody's mind was disturbingly quiet when he dipped into it.
We fixed your body, but I forgot about your mind in the aftermath, Lucas said, his words ghosting over the shadow of her thoughts. I wasn't in any shape to fix it.
Meaning?
You blocked out a good chunk of what happened in Buffalo and your mind is still reorganizing those memories.
Psions don't forget.
This isn't you forgetting. It's you rebuilding. We just need you to do it faster. I think if you have those memories as a template, you'll know how far you can push your power.
He bypa.s.sed her s.h.i.+elds, coiling his telepathy around the pulse of her personality, thoughts, and memories buried deep beneath the shock of trauma that still lingered. He dragged Threnody's mind into full awareness, steadying her as she reconnected with the memories of her fight at the power plant.
The pain wasn't something Lucas could block, and it drew a ragged sound from her, like an animal's. Quinton closed his eyes, holding himself perfectly still even though he obviously wanted to s.h.i.+eld her from Lucas's implacable drive and their current desperate need.
”Thren,” Quinton whispered.
She didn't seem to hear him, face screwed up in pain, hunching in on herself when she should have been resting in Alpha shuttle.
Threnody, Lucas said. The doors.
She remembered lightning. He felt the protest in her thoughts, in some distant, primal memory that came from the mind knowing the limits of the body, but she was a Stryker and Threnody knew how to follow orders. She knew the cost of disobedience. She was here with Lucas because of it.
Blue eyes cracked open, dark with pain. Breathing harshly, she lifted one hand to the panel. Faint sparks popped around her fingers, tiny electric lines emerging from her skin. She was mere centimeters away from touching it when she stopped, hand curled like a claw.
”It's not enough,” she panted. ”I don't have enough power in me to do this.”
”You will,” Jason said.
Threnody's breath came in shallow, painful gasps as she pressed her hand against the control panel. Threnody was a Cla.s.s III electrokinetic, and her power was the only option in light of the failed hack. Electricity sparked along the tips of her fingers. The surge she was readying wouldn't be enough to do the damage they needed to fry the system before the alarm triggered.
Jason fixed that. Fixed her.
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