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Authors: Michael Grant
She spun on her heel and marched back to the school.
Jack followed her with his eyes till she reached the door. Now was her chance to escape, too. She could get away from Caine and Drake and all they represented. But she was staying.
Was it possible that Diana really did love Caine?
He drew a deep, steadying breath and turned the key. The engine roared. He’d given it too much gas. Too much noise.
“Shh, shh,” he said.
He moved the gear to “D,” for drive.
He pushed the gas pedal down. Nothing happened. He almost panicked. Then he remembered: the emergency brake. He released the brake pull and tried the gas pedal again. The SUV crunched across the gravel at a creeping pace.
“Hey. Where are you going?”
Howard. What was he doing out here in the middle of the night?
Of course: still looking for his bully friend Orc. Always looking out for Orc.
Howard’s expression went quickly from puzzled to questioning to alarmed.
“Hey, man, stop. Stop.”
Jack drove past him.
In the rearview mirror he saw Howard racing back into the school.
He should drive faster. But driving was terrifying for Computer Jack. Too many decisions to make, too much attention demanded, too dangerous, too deadly.
He came to a stop at the iron gate. It was closed. He jumped out and quickly swung the gate open.
He stood still for a moment and listened. The sounds of the woods. Condensation dripping from leaves and tiny animals rustling and a faint breeze that barely pushed the leaves. Then the sound of a car’s engine.
Back to the SUV. Into gear and a lurch forward through the gate.
Leave it open and go. It’s not like the gate would slow anyone down. But it had slowed him down. They were already after him. Panda would be driving, no doubt, he was the most experienced driver, much more experienced than Jack.
Panda. With Drake beside him. Drake and that monstrous arm of his.
Jack felt the fear rising within him. He squeezed the steering wheel. Too tight. The top of it broke off in his hands.
He threw the six-inch arc of plastic away and whinnied in fear. He forced himself to hold the wheel more carefully, control the panic, focus on the driving. Focus on the road as it wound down the mountain, from dense woods to more open terrain and round the spur.
Lights in the rearview mirror.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
They would kill him. Drake would use that whip hand on him.
“Think, Jack,” he screamed with sudden, shocking vehemence. “Think.”
This was not a programming issue. It wasn’t technological. It was more primitive. It was force and force, violence and violence, hate and fear.
Or was it?
Maybe it was just about clearance. The SUV sat high off the road. The car now rapidly closing the distance was low to the ground.
Sport-utility vehicle. Four-wheel drive.
Jack peered at the roadside. A deep ditch all along the right side. A steep dirt and rock wall to his left.
The car was coming up with such speed. No more than a few hundred feet back.
There. A dirt road to the right. It might go nowhere. It might go twenty feet and stop. No choice. Jack yanked the wheel to his right and even at low speed, he felt he might tip over.
But the SUV righted itself and bounced onto the dirt road. Headlights illuminated a bright, featureless circle of dirt and scrub in the inky, moonless blackness. No way to see . . . no way to know. . . . He was driving on faith, in the hope that the dirt road didn’t suddenly end in a cliff.
It was hard to hold on to the steering wheel as it bounced violently. But he couldn’t grip it too hard or the wheel would come apart in his powerful hands, and then he would really be finished.
Behind him the lights of the sedan were crazy, up and down, veering wildly. The dirt road was harder for the car. As bad as it was for the SUV, it was impossible for the car.
Slowly, Jack pulled away from the car. Finally, the headlights dwindled away behind him and it became clear that the car had stopped.
Jack slowed his own pace, making it easier for him to control the SUV.
He had left pursuit behind. But how would he get to Perdido Beach? The only way he knew was the main road. Would this dirt track lead somewhere?
The one thing he knew for sure was that he could not ever turn back.
THE DAYLIGHT
HOURS
passed quietly.
Sam knew it would begin soon.
And in just a few hours, it would end.
Sam kept people on watch at the outskirts of town but otherwise advised people to sleep, eat, try to relax. Caine would come in the night. Sam was sure of that.
He had tried to take his own advice, but sleep had been impossible.
He was changing clothes and thinking about the need to eat something despite feeling sick to his stomach, when Taylor suddenly appeared in the firehouse. Sam was wearing boxers.
“They’re coming,” Taylor said without preamble. “Hey, nice abs.”
“Talk to me.”
“Six cars coming down the highway from the direction of Coates. They’ll be at Ralph’s in about a minute. They’re moving slowly.”
“Did you see any faces? Caine or Drake?”
“No.”
Sam went into the bunkroom, shook Edilio’s bed, kicked Quinn’s bed, and yelled, “Guys. Get up.”
“What?” Quinn said, sounding bleary and confused. “I thought we were supposed to get some sleep.”
“You got some. Taylor says they’re on the move.”
“I’m up.” Edilio rolled out of bed fully dressed. He unslung the sinister-looking machine pistol from the bed railing.
Sam slipped into his jeans and hunted for his shoes.
“What do you want me to do now?” Taylor asked.
“Bounce back and see if they go into Ralph’s or split off into groups,” Sam said.
“You might want to keep your clothes on,” Taylor warned. “I could be right back.”
“When you bounce back, go to the plaza. I’m heading straight there,” Sam said.
Taylor vanished.
“You ready?” Sam asked Edilio.
“No. You?”
Sam shook his head. “Let’s make it work, anyway.”
Quinn rolled out of his bunk. “Is it time?”
“Yeah. Evening. Like we figured,” Sam said. “You know where you’re going, right?”
“Straight to hell?” Quinn muttered.
Sam and Edilio dropped down the fireman’s pole and landed in the garage. The walkie-talkie in Sam’s belt crackled, very loud. Astrid’s voice, staticky and strained.
“Sam. I see them.”
Sam keyed the volume down a little and pressed the button. “Taylor just told me,” Sam said. “You and L. P. okay?”
“I’m fine. I see six cars. They’re past Ralph’s. I think they may be turning toward the school.”
“Why that direction?”
“I don’t know.”
Sam bit his lip and considered. “Keep your head down, Astrid.”
“Sam . . . ,” she began.
“I know,” he said. “Me too.”
He started walking fast, not running. Running would look like panic. To Edilio, he said, “I figured they’d come in the same way they did the first time. It’s the clearest path into the center of town.”
“I thought they might take over Ralph’s and make us come after them,” Edilio said.
“I don’t get it,” Sam admitted. They reached the plaza and Edilio ran ahead to the town hall to check on his troops.
Taylor appeared a dozen feet away, looking in the wrong direction.
“Taylor. Here.”
“Oh. They’re going toward the school. And Caine is definitely with them. Caine and Diana. I didn’t see Drake. Maybe he’s dead.” She said that last part with unmistakable relish. Then, just in case Sam had missed it, she added, “I hope he’s dead, that evil piece of—”
“Did they see you?”
“No. They can’t touch me, anyway. I’m too good at this now. I could bounce right into the school, see what they’re up to.”
Sam pointed a finger at her. “Don’t get cocky. I don’t want to lose you. Keep your distance. Go.”
Taylor winked and blinked out.
Astrid on the walkie-talkie. “They’re getting out of their cars, going into the school.”
Sam looked up at the steeple. She was right up there, so close, he could yell up to her, but her gaze was drawn to the school, not down at him. Sam spotted Quinn running by with his machine gun over his shoulder.
“Good luck, brah,” Sam said.
Quinn stopped dead. “Thanks. Look, Sam . . . I . . .”
“No time for that now,” Sam said firmly, but gently.
Sam stood alone in the plaza, leg propped on the edge of the fountain. The school. Why? And why come in daylight, why not wait till night fell?
Albert came trotting out of the McDonald’s. He handed Sam a bag. “Some nuggets, man. In case you’re hungry.”
“Thanks, dude.”
“We have faith in you, Sam.” Albert took off.
Sam munched a nugget and tried to think. The move to the school was unexpected. Was it an opportunity? If Caine was out of the car, on foot, in a school building that Sam knew a lot better than he did . . .
He keyed the walkie-talkie. “Is there any sign they’re leaving the school?”
“No. They have one guy standing outside as a guard. I think it’s Panda. I definitely did not see Drake.”
He could end this, maybe. Right now, one-on-one with Caine. It would mean none of these kids would have to be involved. It would mean no one would have to pull a trigger.
Dekka was running toward him. “Sam. Sorry, I couldn’t find you.”
Maybe just the two of them, Sam and Dekka. It would double his chances. It would be right: one from Perdido Beach, one from Coates, side by side.
“Caine’s at the school,” Sam said. “I’m thinking maybe we take it to them.”
“Is Drake there?” Dekka asked.
“No one has seen him. He may be . . . he may be not showing up.”
“Good,” Dekka said bluntly.
“We haven’t had much time to get to know each other,” Sam said. “And now, well, I don’t have much time, period. How much control do you have over your power?”
Dekka blew out some air and considered this question. She looked at her hands as if they would give her the answer. “I have to be pretty close. I can rattle a wall pretty good, or send someone flying, but only from a few feet away.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m up for it,” she said.
Taylor popped in. “They’re all inside the school. One guard, as far as I can see. And definitely no Drake.”
“Okay,” Sam said. “Here’s what we do. Dekka and I are going after them. Taylor, I need you to go tell Edilio. Then I need you to climb up the steeple, up where Astrid is. If Dekka and I get in trouble, we may need a distraction.”
“Dude. I don’t climb. I pop. And I’m on it.” Taylor disappeared.
“I’ll probably get used to her doing that someday,” Sam muttered.
He took a deep, shaky breath. It was his first big tactical decision of the coming battle. He hoped it wasn’t a mistake.
Jack had kept the SUV hidden in a patch of trees all through the day. He had slept fitfully, crunched in the driver’s seat, all the doors locked, too scared to think about stretching out more comfortably in the back.
Jack didn’t care how big a hurry Diana was in for him to reach Sam, he wasn’t going to die for her.
Only when the sun set at last did he turn the key and creep from his shady hiding place.
Down dirt roads with no signposts, lights off, moving at a crawl. Around blind corners, up, down, left, right. The SUV had a compass built in to the rearview mirror, but the directions never seemed to make sense. One second it would read south and the next minute east even though he hadn’t turned.
It was impossible to know where he was going. He could drive with the lights on and see the road, but then others could see him as well. So he drove in the dark at little more than walking speed. Even at such low speed, the SUV bounced and lurched so badly that Jack felt like he’d been beaten up.
That he absolutely had to get to Sam was clearer than ever. Caine would never forgive Jack for this betrayal. His only salvation lay with Sam. But only if Sam survived the poof. If Sam stepped outside, Caine would win. And then the FAYZ would be too small a place for Jack to hide from Caine and Drake.
Jack checked the dashboard clock. He knew the day and hour of Sam’s poof. Just over two hours left.
The moon rose and the road straightened so that he motored along at a somewhat higher speed than before, anxious to reach safety. A rabbit darted in front of him. Jack jerked the wheel and missed the rabbit but bounced off the road into a field.
He yanked the wheel hard and swerved back onto the road just as a pickup truck shot by coming from the other direction.
Jack cursed and turned in his seat to look back. Brake lights flared and the pickup screeched to a stop.
Jack stepped on the gas. The SUV leaped forward. But now the truck was turning around and coming up fast.
In the darkness it was impossible to see who was driving the truck, but in Jack’s mind it could be only one person: Drake.
Weeping, Jack accelerated. The gas tank needle edged closer to empty. But still the pickup truck came on.
The only escape would be to drive into the field where the truck might not be able to follow. Jack slowed just slightly and steered into the fallow field. The ground was plowed up, soft, and the SUV bounced madly across the rows.
The truck kept pace.
In the field ahead of him, powerful headlights snapped on. A tractor was moving with surprising speed to cut him off. Beyond the tractor a dark, dilapidated farmhouse was set far back from the road.
Jack was sick inside. They had him. Somehow, impossibly, they had him trapped.
Jack never saw the dry creek bed. The SUV went airborne for a few feet, he felt weirdly weightless, and then the SUV hit the far bank of the creek and stopped hard. There was a loud bang, the air bag deploying, and a sickening crunch, and Jack found himself lying flat on his back in the dirt, not hurt but too stunned to move.