The Burn Zone (25 page)

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Authors: James K. Decker

Tags: #Science Fiction, #General, #Fiction, #made by MadMaxAU

 


Yeah,

I said.

Great.

 


I

m glad to hear it,

it said.

You know what else is great?

 


No.

 

The music swelled and the screen did a slow pan across the shoulders and back of a guy with some of the best ink work I

d ever seen.

 


Actually that

s not half bad,

I said, wiping my brow.

 


I know, right? When I tell you about the deals we have going on—

 

The restroom door slammed against the wall, and the woman jumped, dropping a mascara brush down into the sink. She turned to her right, her eyes widening as the door groaned shut again.

 


Quiet,

I told the A.I.

 


But you haven

t heard about the deals yet—

 

The screen flashed and the images were replaced by a security lockdown warning as boots clomped across the restroom floor outside.

 


Security,

a woman

s voice barked.

Everyone out.

 

I leaned closer to the door crack and peered through. I could make out the women by the sinks as they packed up their things and hustled out. One of the stall doors opened and a toilet flushed. A few seconds later, another one opened.

 

I stood up and pushed open the stall door. When I stepped out into the bathroom, I saw a woman in full security gear standing there, one hand resting on the butt of the pistol strapped to her hip as she watched the stragglers scurry away. I started to leave with the crowd, but she put one hand on my chest and stopped me.

 


Not you,

she said.

 

Shit.

 

When the others were gone, she went down the row of stalls, pushing open each door. When she was sure they were all empty, she stalked back to the restroom door and slapped a security boot on it.

 


What

s the problem?

I asked her.

 

She crossed back to me, then drew her pistol and pointed it at my face. A stamp-sized image of me appeared next to the grip. It flashed red, and the woman smiled.

 


I knew I recognized you,

she said.

End of the road, cannibal.

 

The bounty.
The guard was looking to collect.

 


Listen,

I told her.

It

s not true.

 


Shut up.

 


I

m not a-

 


I said shut it, you little
skeeze
.

Outside the door, someone started working the handle, shaking it when it wouldn

t open. The guard shouted back over her shoulder,

Security lockdown! Can

t you read?

 


Please,

I said.

Look, I can pay you.

 

A fraction of the hardness went out of her eyes.

I

m listening.

 


I have ration punches,

I said.

I

ll give them to you.

 


Unless it

s a gold sheet

s worth, try again.

 


A credit chit,

I said, wishing I

d grabbed the stack of paper money from Eng

s hotel room. The guard made a face.

I can get money. Please, you have to let me go.

 


Look,

she said.

You ask me, the charge is trumped. You can

t afford scrapcake and you

re too small to be a meat farmer. The thing is, though, I don

t care. They

re offering a good bounty for you. So either at least match it or let

s go.

 

I stood, my hands still out toward her in appeal, and struggled to think. What else did I have or could I promise that this woman would want? If I tried to offer the stun gun or the drugs, she

d just take them as a matter of course, and if I tried to zap her she

d shoot me for sure.

 


Please,

I said.

 

She shook her head.

Sorry. That just isn

t the way it works.

She waved for me to come over to her, and reached down for one of the zip ties on her belt.

Come on. Turn around and put your hands behind your head.

 


My father needs me. Please.

 


Now.

 

Something crackled softly and as I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, the guard turned alert.

 


What the hell is that?

 

The air warped behind her, like ripples coming off heated blacktop. A bright point of white light appeared, and expanded to a large hexagon that blotted out the room behind it. At almost the same time, a figure stepped through from out of the shadows on the other side. As soon as he was through, the gate collapsed again.

 

I jumped back in surprise, one hand going to my mouth as almost at the same moment I realized I actually recognized the figure. It was a male haan, clad in a draping black suit that looked like wings as he spread his arms apart. His softly glowing pink eyes peered at the guard as he opened his long-
fingered hands and began to
reach around on either side like he meant to embrace her.

 

She sensed him and whipped around, jamming the barrel of her pistol into his gut as his arms enveloped her in a ruffle of cloth.

 


Nix, don

t!

 

I gasped as the gun went off, but the report sounded dull and muted, like a distant boom of thunder. I stepped back, shocked, and waited for him to collapse onto the floor while the guard stared with wide eyes.

 

Nix didn

t collapse. Instead, the guard went limp and I thought maybe she

d taken the bullet herself when the flattened slug fell onto the tiles between them, then spun to a stop. Her arm dropped to her side and the gun fell from her fingers, clattering to the floor. Nix held her, her cheek pressed to his chest right over the mass of his heart, which pulsed behind the honeycomb lattice of his rib cage. Her eyes went dreamy, lids drooping. Her cheeks flushed, and her lips turned a little darker as she slipped her other arm around his neck for support. As he lowered her to the floor, her eyes squeezed shut in what might have been pleasure and she convulsed suddenly. As she continued to twitch, the strength seemed to go out of her.

 

Nix leaned her gently against the wall next to the row of sinks as her eyes closed the rest of the way. He retrieved the pistol from the floor and slipped it back into her holster.

 


It won

t last long,

he said, glancing back at me.

 

I knelt down and picked up the slug, still warm between my fingers, and looked up at Nix.

What just happened?

 


I am wearing an inertial dampener.

 


A what?

 


A type of force shield.
We should go before she recovers.

He reached down with one delicate hand and helped me to my feet.

 


What the hell did you do to her?

 


She is a surrogate. I used the brain band to place her in a pliable state,

he said.

 

I looked at the guard. Her face was sheened with sweat, and her lips had turned full and dark.

 


Pliable state, huh?

 


It won

t last long,

he said.

We should go.

 

He stepped toward me and when he did, a stray signal tingled at my forehead. I felt my nipples start to harden as the tingle began to wander down south of the border.

 


Hey,

I said, waving one hand.

Dial it back.

 


Sorry.

 

The heat from him eased off somewhat, and left me feeling dizzy. He took my arm and guided me away from the guard as I ran my fingers through my sweat-dampened hair.

 


Are you following me?

 


We should-

 


Answer my question first. Are you following me?

 


No,

he said.

I was following Sillith. She was following you.

 


Who

s Sillith?

 


The haan female who attacked you back at the hotel.

 


Wait, you know her?

 


She is the current haan female.

He paused, and the glow on his voice module shifted as his tone became softer.

I was wrong this morning.

 


I wasn

t at my best either. Just forget it.

 


I didn

t realize how much the haan child meant to you,

he said.

 


Look ... I don

t want to talk about that.

 


No individual is ever lost to us. I knew you were different, but I didn

t realize that to you the loss of an individual was final. I didn

t understand.

 

I didn

t know what he meant by that, but at the moment I didn

t care. I didn

t want to talk about my surrogate.

 


It

s okay,

I told him.

 


I do now.

 


I said
it

s
okay.

 


And I

d like to help you, if I can.

 

I looked at the guard, with her head still lolled to one side. A soft snore came through her nose, but her eyes had opened a little.

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