Part 30 (2/2)
What's the plan? she asked.
I'm sending you and Kris to London. Lucas bent his head so he could look her in the eye. Not to the Serca Syndicate, but to the outer city zones. You'll be traveling with most of the telepaths here, and others will meet with you in London. Jael is already there, getting things sorted.
Samantha kept chewing. Why am I not going with you to Paris?
Because London is closer than Toronto for what I need from you and the Strykers. They don't know how to merge, Sam. Keiko is the only one I had the time to teach, and her understanding of it is shaky at best, but I need her in Paris with the telekinetics.
I'm perfectly capable of watching my own back in the field.
I know you are, but the merge I'm asking you to help hold together is too ma.s.sive for you to concentrate on anything else. You'll be a liability in the field.
If that's the case, why are you leaving Kristen with me?
She won't be in the merge. Lucas nodded in Kristen's direction. Her job is different.
If I'm handling the merge, then what is she doing?
”I'm making sure Lucas doesn't feel a thing,” Kristen said, her manic glee tempered by her brother's desire to see this through to the end.
Samantha cleared her throat. ”I hope you know what you're doing, Lucas.”
”This isn't how I thought we'd finish it, but I'm not going to argue how we're choosing to fight. It's something Nathan never understood,” Lucas said.
”What? How you saw the world?”
Lucas shook his head. ”Choice. Marcheline showed me that, Sam. I didn't care for her programming or Nathan's, but at least she showed me what it meant to control my own mind.”
”What about my choice?”
”Do you really need one?”
She didn't have to think about her answer. ”No.”
Lucas smoothed back her hair with one hand. His mind tangled against the edge of hers and something resonated deep in her thoughts. She couldn't find its origins, but a part of her would always wonder if the answer came from herself or from Lucas's subtle, subversive mindwipe. Samantha supposed she would never know.
”Nathan never believed in humanity. Humans make their own mistakes and he despised them for that. Like everyone else in our family, he felt he was above them. That he deserved better,” Lucas said. ”We can't blame humanity for their errors when they made us through their faults.”
”Is this how you save them? Through some preemptive strike?”
”It doesn't matter how I save them, just that I do.”
Samantha leaned away from his touch, picking up her last ration bar. She didn't look at him when she said, ”You told me to trust you. To follow you. I should hate you, but I don't. I think that's all you, but I'll follow your orders if that's what you need from me.”
”It is.” Lucas straightened up. ”Your shuttle is getting prepped. Let's get you to it.”
They walked instead of teleporting, needing to conserve their strength. Lucas led them to a lift that took them four levels down to one of the enclosed walkways. It connected to the landing docks, which protruded from the sides of the city tower. A large group of Strykers was already boarding. Most of them looked back warily at the three Serca siblings who approached. The only ones who didn't were Threnody and Kerr.
”You're flying with us dressed like that?” Samantha asked them.
Both Threnody and Kerr wore expensive outfits over skinsuits. They looked strange out of uniform or the grimy clothes of the street that they'd worn all their lives.
”We're being dropped off at one of the city towers in London,” Threnody said. ”Jason hacked our names into a pa.s.senger manifest using the information you brought back from the Command Center. We'll be flying into Paris with registered humans, so we need to look the part.”
Between Threnody and Kerr sat a heavy-looking carrying case and two bags that looked as if they held clothes. Kerr leaned down to grab the handle on his side of their cargo. ”See you on board.”
The two followed the rest of the Strykers onto the shuttle. A quick scan showed Samantha that the majority of the Strykers traveling with them were telepaths, but quite a few telekinetics, pyrokinetics, and electrokinetics were in the mix as well.
Psychometrists and most of the empaths won't be accessing the mental grid, Lucas said. We've ordered them into field positions to coordinate Stryker movements across the continents. I've allocated some 'kinetic-oriented psions for defense, so you'll be protected.
You're putting a lot of trust in psions who hate us.
They know what's at risk. Now do your job.
Lucas walked away, leaving Samantha and Kristen alone to face down people who were once their enemies. The two boarded the shuttle last, strapping into seats near the front next to Threnody and Kerr. The shuttle wasn't built with luxury in mind, geared more toward transporting large groups of people. The seats weren't all that comfortable, but they settled as best they could. Samantha wrapped her hand around Kristen's wrist and closed her eyes as the shuttle unlocked from the anchoring arms of the docking cradle.
Close your eyes, Samantha told her sister. Rest your mind.
They slept on the flight to London, only waking when the pilot announced over the comm system that they were descending into a city tower. Samantha opened her eyes and yawned, trying to wake up. Kristen hadn't changed position at all during the flight over, though she was no longer sleeping, even if her eyes were closed.
Samantha turned her head to look at Kerr. ”See if you can't mindwipe your pilot into landing in the rear of the launch area, behind the Command Center. It's the area with the least amount of security feeds, though that's not saying much.”
Kerr nodded as the shuttle locked into a docking cradle with a heavy shudder. ”We'll take that under consideration.”
He and Threnody were the only ones to disembark, leaving the confines of the shuttle with the carrying case held between them. Samantha watched them leave until they were out of sight. The hatch closed again and ten minutes later the shuttle got the all clear to depart.
Whatever hack Jason was able to perform, it must have been good. They weren't challenged at any point during their flight across London. When the shuttle finally landed with a heavy shake on the cleared street, everyone undid their harnesses and got to their feet. The group disembarked in an orderly fas.h.i.+on, with Samantha pulling Kristen after her. Jael greeted them outside in the street.
”Can't say I'm happy about this,” Jael said as the pair stepped off the shuttle.
”Considering what's going to happen, no one really should be,” Samantha said as she studied their location.
The Strykers had taken over a single block of tenements in an outer city zone. It was night and the streets weren't lit. The building they were working out of had light escaping around the edges of badly boarded-up windows. A quick scan of the place told Samantha no humans were in the area. A lot of psions were, however, and she frowned at the way all those Stryker minds pinged on the mental grid.
”Right, first thing I'm doing is teaching you lot how to read like humans on the mental grid,” Samantha said. ”We don't need to be advertising our presence to the Warhounds still here.”
”Lucas said all the telepaths involved in this merging venture aren't to exhaust themselves,” Jael said as she gestured for the two younger girls to follow her.
”This trick of the mind is fairly simple and needs to be done if we're to stay safe.”
”We're using the street as an arrival area for those telekinetics in Paris and the ones nearby to pull the wounded out of the way. We've got 'kinetic-oriented psions guarding the area along with empaths and psychometrists. We'll be safe.”
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