Judgment (19 page)

And Meyer was gone again, around a corner.
 

Glancing back, Cameron saw most of his group. Lila was hand in hand with Clara behind him with Nocturne running beside them like an escort; Charlie looked like a hustling businessman with a filthy and highly unfashionable wardrobe; Jeanine trotted like a soldier, cradling her weapon as if it were a child, drawing frightened looks from all who saw it. But he couldn’t worry too much about them. They would follow. Catching Meyer and Kindred was what mattered.
 

Around another corner, in time to see them vanish again, now down a narrow alleyway.

“Meyer!”
Cameron hissed. It felt inappropriate to shout, though not for the reasons he’d originally imagined. They’d already passed hundreds of people and dozens of Titans, but there were no Reptars or armed police — no one out to get them. Nobody, it seemed, cared that Ember Flats had been invaded. But Cameron still hiss-shouted with a sense of social propriety: anyone who’d been raised to eat with a fork knew that you should never shout in public.
 

“Meyer! Kindred!”
 

He practically ran into them both at the next corner. They were coming toward Cameron rather than away, and looking farther on, Cameron saw why. There was a huge green shape made of what looked like either matte-finish metal or plastic blocking the path. It looked like a monolith — but then he noticed refuse poking up in a pile at one end and realized it must be the Astral version of a dumpster.
 

“This way is blocked,” Kindred said. “Go around.”

“Are you talking to me?” Cameron looked at Kindred then at Meyer. They talked to each other plenty in addition to whatever it was they did inside their minds, and it wasn’t clear if this was one of those times.

“Yes, I’m talking to you. Go around.”
 

Cameron pointedly blocked the way. Kindred and Meyer both tried to shove past him, but then Jeanine arrived and completed the blockade.
 

“What the shit?” she said. “You’re going to get us caught.”
 

“Look around you, Jeanine,” Kindred said. “Nobody cares that we’re here.”
 

“That doesn’t make any sense. We all know what Ember Flats is like.”
 

Cameron was still warring with what his senses were showing him. He’d heard the rumors same as anyone:
Outside the Flats is hell, and inside is worse.
Cameron had been picturing Heaven’s Veil’s police state, magnified by five years of fighting, distrust, and rebellion — along with the force required to quell it. In Heaven’s Veil, there had been Reptars and human collaborators, oppression and murder. Everyone knew Ember Flats was the
real
capital, what with the pyramids and the Sphinx and the new monoliths anyone with a crap-resolution feed could see they were building from space. The ancient Egyptians had needed many slaves to build their tributes to god-kings. It only made sense — and the tales confirmed — that modern Egypt would be the same.
 

But the reality of Ember Flats was all around them.

“Obviously we were wrong,” Meyer said.
 

“It’s just a city,” Kindred echoed.
 

“You said they were waiting for us inside,” Cameron reminded them.
 

“They are,” said Kindred.

“In the way a city used to expect the pope,” Meyer added.

“But not as celebrities.”
 

“Just as in,
They knew we’d be here.
”
 

“Though we are celebrities, in a way.”
 

Jeanine was holding up a hand, trying to make sense of the rapid-fire shorthand streaming between the Meyers. “What are you talking about?”
 

“They know we have the key, Jeanine,” said Meyer. “They know we can unlock the Ark.”
 

Cameron slapped the satchel against himself.
 

Kindred shook his head. “They could have taken it a long time ago if they’d wanted. They won’t steal it from us. They’re waiting for us to use it.”
 

“Then fuck that,” Cameron said, unsure of why he was saying it. Any excuse to steer clear of the Ark was welcome, and avoiding something the Astrals wanted would do just fine.

Jeanine wheeled around. They were mostly concealed in the alley, but several of the passing humans saw her and scattered. Cameron spotted two Titans in the group, but neither paid the people milling in the alley any more attention than they paid those in the rest of the city.

“This is ridiculous,” she said. “I feel totally exposed.”

“Calm down, Jeanine.”
 

“We need a plan.”
 

“We have a plan,” said Meyer.

“Really? Then maybe you should share it with the rest of us.” She spun back to face him. At the alley’s end, another two people saw her and rushed on.
It’s her gun,
Cameron realized.

“Find the Ark,” Kindred said. “Open it up.”

“It’s the same plan,” Meyer added. “The same plan we had coming in, except that we won’t have to fight our way to it.”
 

But Jeanine seemed totally out of sorts. She kept looking around, clearly uneasy. She was like a balloon flying into the upper atmosphere. Freedom was pure up there, but without the surface world’s usual pressure to crush her, Jeanine seemed lost. It wasn’t the threats inside the city, it was the total and complete
lack
of threats now throwing her for a loop.

“Now let us past,” Kindred said. “The archive building was over there on Peers’s images. We just need to go one block up.”
 

“The crowd is one block up,” Jeanine argued. “Right in the thick of all those people and Titans.”
 

“That’s how we know we can get through.”

“But you’re running right across the open! We’re defenseless!”
 

“There’s nothing to defend against.”
 

“Goddammit, Meyer, we … we … ” But she didn’t seem capable of finishing the sentence.
 

Kindred extended a hand. “Give me your weapon, Jeanine.”
 

“Why?”

“You’re attracting attention.”
 

“I’m not attracting attention!”
 

Her elevated voice drew a few more eyes to the alley’s mouth. A Titan glanced at her gun but then moved on.
 

“This is just a city.”
 

“It’s an Astral capital!”
 

“We can feel it, Jeanine. We thought it would be like Heaven’s Veil or Roman Sands here. But it’s not.”
 

She gripped the carbine, holding it tight. Her body language clearly said that if anyone tried to take it away, they’d be in for a fight.
 

“Then stay back, at least,” said Kindred. And before Cameron could think to stop them again, both men were past, now walking briskly. Cameron’s gaze drifted toward Piper, whose color was up from the rushing and running. Her big eyes were frightened, but they were following Meyer and Kindred, urging Cameron to follow.
 

But instead of following, Cameron turned to Peers.
 

“What’s going on here, Peers?”
 

Peers no longer resembled a man with a plan. He’d come to kill the viceroy, but now he looked like another crazy person in dreadlocks and a desert robe — an oddity from the outlands come to the big city with his dog, a new breed of urban nut job for the respectable people of Ember Flats to avoid like New Yorkers once steered clear of beggars.
 

“I … I don’t know.”
 

“Are they right? Are we really just …
allowed
to be here? The gates were open.
Both
gates. Is there really no trap? Are they really going to let us walk right in and do what we came to do? For fuck’s sake, there are armies of cannibals outside, not even walled off! Have you heard
anything
about Ember Flats that … that … ?”
 

Explains this?
 

Justifies this?

Makes any fucking sense at all?

But in the end Cameron could only let the sentence hang. No one picked it up, so it dangled, unfinished and meaningless.
 

“I … I have no idea,” Peers stammered.
 

“We have to go,” Piper said. “We’ll lose them.”

Cameron followed Meyer and Kindred to the alleyway’s end then into the uncaring flow of the crowd going about its daily business, leaving Jeanine with her weapon and Peers to choke on his neutered presumptions.

They edged into the crowd. Everyone was looking at them.
 

Piper could understand. She’d been a city girl once, a lifetime ago. When you lived in the city, there was a code about what you saw, what you accepted, what you ignored, and what you only pretended to disregard. She knew that the people of Ember Flats had noticed them plenty and were averting their eyes, sliding away to make room for the weirdoes among them.
 

Piper, Lila, and Clara might pass for normal; the city’s dress code had settled somewhere between new and old, and the people wore a mishmash that wasn’t new-world modern or old-world modern, nor was it ancient like Piper always somehow expected Egypt to be. Piper’s worn and dirty jeans fit in, as did her still-intact button-up blouse. Meyer and Kindred, both of whom somehow kept clean and crisp even through all the grit, fit even better. Cameron was used to blending in anywhere and anonymous enough in appearance. Charlie was a sore thumb in the best of times but at least dressed normally. But Peers’s desert robes and the black dog at his knee were another story — and Jeanine, with her automatic weapon, was another
world’s
worth of story. The crowd was parting around her, saying nothing, murmuring once they were past. Piper felt a spotlight of attention while nobody intervened to stop them.

“This way,” said Meyer, at the group’s head.
 

They followed. Down a broad street — all pedestrians save the occasional gliding platform that seemed to serve as open-air public transportation. Past parked Astral shuttles that didn’t flinch as they walked by. Down what might have passed for a New York boulevard in the 1900s, with shorter buildings, a distinctly eastern architectural style, and several enormous blue-glass pyramids visible on the pinched-down horizon — plus a few new monolithic sculptures Piper could barely see but that made her skin go cold.
 

Heads turned to watch them.
 

They passed a low gate that had been propped open, more ornamental than restrictive. The gate and its low stone wall let them into a courtyard surrounded by white buildings that reminded Piper of Washington, DC, which she’d visited as a girl but knew little about now. It had to be the government seat, and these had to be government buildings. This was a human place; Astrals didn’t make buildings like this.
 

Meyer and Kindred stopped, seeking the next set of directions. Cameron came to join the small circle, glancing at the fewer milling pedestrians around them, Titan and human alike.

“I don’t understand this place. There aren’t any Reptars. None of the Titans have guns. No shuttles patrolling the sky.”
 

“It’s almost like it’s just a city going about its business, isn’t it?” The way Kindred said it was almost insulting, as if that had been obvious from the start. But it hadn’t been; they’d all been there for Heaven’s Veil, and they’d all seen the other cities and capitals. Ember Flats had a reputation, just like everywhere else: It was supposed to be a hellhole, a prison without cells, a city living under martial law, ruled by the bloodthirsty viceroy. There were supposed to be legions of slaves building effigies like the ancients. Beatings, executions, and streets filled with nothing but Astral enforcers and human turncoats. There should be death squads. Bars and barriers, surveillance and chains.
 

“There,” Meyer said, pointing. He and Kindred started to move off again, toward an open spot that looked like some sort of sculpture patio or memorial garden — a tourist spot if ever there was one — but Cameron grabbed Meyer by the sleeve.
 

“I changed my mind.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Peers, speaking up from the rear. “I’ve already explained.”
 

“I don’t like this.”
 

Peers looked at Kindred then Meyer. “We came here for a reason. Christopher
died
for that reason.”
 

Cameron was ignoring Peers, appealing to Meyer. “You have to feel it. This isn’t right. Come on, Meyer, I know you can feel it.”
 

Peers answered instead. “You’re just afraid.”
 

As Cameron protested, Kindred inched forward. Meyer, guiding Cameron by his sleeve, casually followed. They were shifting around a semicircle, and now, as their perspective changed, Piper thought she spied something ahead. Something she’d seen before and naively hoped she’d never see again. They’d raised it up, built a cupola made of polished rock and a wide courtyard of flagstones. They’d put it in the spot of honor in this circle of buildings, easy to climb low steps and reach, easy to see, easy for anyone to walk up to and try their hand. It was the opposite of hidden — for the citizens of Ember Flats, but especially for them, the red carpet practically rolled out.