Rootless - Howard Chris - Страница 52
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She stared at me and I had no idea if she was buying it. But it was too late now. My diversion had done its trick. And up on the ridgeline, the agents were lined up and panicked, pointing their gloved hands and their stupid hoods down at the fire that was rolling below them.
Zee scampered up beside us and we hunkered down in the snow, watching the agents above. I heard gunshots on the other side of the hill and felt my insides crawl. What was Frost doing? What had happened down in the bunker? Was Alpha free yet? Or was it too late? Would I always be too damn late?
“What now?” Zee said.
“I’m getting over that ridge.” I pulled out the nail gun and balanced it on the snow, aiming up at the agents. “You with me?”
“I’ll come with you. But you can’t shoot your way through them. Let me talk to them.”
“No,” my mother said. “I’ll talk to them.”
I stared at her.
“Your father was right,” she said. “You’re more free than he ever imagined. But if you want to break him out of here, then you’re going to need my help.”
“You’ll betray GenTech?”
“I don’t care about GenTech,” she said as she started up the hillside. “All I ever cared about was the trees.”
I shoved the gun back in my belt and we staggered to the ridgeline, where my mother yelled at the agents and commanded them to move.
“Get down there,” she told them. “Salvage anything that’s not yet burned. Any stick or twig or leaf. I’ll need it. All of it.”
“But there’s been a breach,” said one of the men. He pointed down the hill, where gunshots were bouncing at the walls of the bunker, cracking open the night. A lone gun was firing out from between the steel doors. Just one gun. Just Frost.
“We’ll make do with what troops are down there,” my mother told the agents. “Besides, we can always harvest more people. We won’t get more trees.”
The agents began down the one slope and we set off down the other. I was leaping and sliding and forgetting to breathe. At the bottom, I gave Zee the key and the nail gun and told her I’d meet her in the Orchard.
“We’ll get the Producer ready,” my mother said. “Make the tank mobile. Ready to move.”
“Be quick,” I told them. And then I was running again, heading straight for the bunker full of bodies. My mind was stuck in one zone and it wasn’t ever going to shift. Because the trees mattered. More than anything.
Except for one thing.
I sprinted right through the line of agents with my hands in the air and my jacket gone and my clothes ripped and smoking.
“Don’t shoot,” I kept yelling, running straight at the rifle that was stuck out of the bunker’s doors. If it was Frost, he’d see me, recognize me. And it had to be Frost. Had to be.
“Frost,” I shouted, feeling bullets hit the frozen ground near my feet. But the bullets were coming from behind me. From the agents.
I hit the snow and slid into the bunker, feet first, my hands still in the air and my face staring up at the barrel of a gun.
“Where the hell have you been?” Frost said, grabbing me by the scruff of my neck and pulling me inside.
“What’s happened?”
“Nothing’s happened. What use is an army you can’t wake up?”
I stood. Stared past him. All the bodies were still stretched out, limp and cold.
“What time is it?” I said.
“Past four, you idiot. Closer to five. What took you so damn long?”
“Didn’t you switch it off?” I pointed at the vat of poison that hung from the ceiling.
“Switch it off? How the hell do you switch it off, genius?”
“I don’t know. You’re the one’s supposed to be a freaking employee.”
I ran straight into that field of bodies, staring up at the big purple vat and the cables that ran out of it and plugged into every arm in sight.
Then I just started yanking at the cables. I grabbed as many as I could in one hand and began tugging them free.
The cables popped loose and I tripped, fell facedown in flesh. I stumbled up, began running again, pulling the cables from out of their sockets, searching the faces for the one face I knew.
“Banyan.” It was Frost. “They’re storming the building. I can’t hold ’em, kid. I can’t hold ’em.”
I ran through the bodies, kicking at them, shaking the cables out and knocking them loose.
“Wake up,” I screamed, needing help, now more than ever. Knowing I couldn’t ever do this alone. “Wake up.”
I tore out cables and kept on moving. I was halfway through the field. And I’d not found Alpha.
Not a soul had stirred.
Gunshots cracked at the doors. Frost was swearing and shouting.
And then I did find my girl. But every part of me screamed that I’d arrived too late.
“Alpha,” I whispered, tugging the cables out of her and scooping her body all floppy in my arms. “Come back,” I said, rocking her against me. I was crying and trembling and the world broke as the loss of her snapped into place.
I’d waited too long. Tried to do too much. And I reckoned saving her was all that ever should have mattered.
“Come on,” I kept saying. “Come back.” I pinched her eyelids up and I kissed her. But nothing. I felt for her pulse. Weak and slow. But still beating. Still there.
Her skin was a pale shade of green, and I felt the bark on her belly where they’d stitched her together, and that wood was throbbing like it was surging full of life. I took my hand and I pushed there, kneading my fist in her stomach like I might loosen up the juice inside her. And when she still wasn’t moving, I just put my head on her belly and I held her and wept.
I heard the gunshots outside getting louder, the voices of the agents. Close. Real close. But then there was a new sound. An odd drone that howled louder as it turned human and broke into words.
Voices. All around me. Moaning out in confusion. A chaos of babbles and bluster. The sound you make coming back from the dead.
They were with me. They were with me.
A hundred voices, and one more was all I needed to hear.
“I love you,” I said, squeezing Alpha tight.
“I know, bud,” she whispered, but it sounded just like she was singing. One of her old world songs, maybe. Or a new song, all of its own.
Must have been a hell of a way to wake up. Come around to the sound of gunfire and people screaming, a fat man and a skinny kid trying to shove a rifle in your hand.
It was Alpha that led the charge, of course. You should’ve seen her. Raising up her gun with a battle cry that turned the whole bunker silent and put the whole world to shame.
“We gotta outgun them,” I told her. “Push them back. Then make for the boat. The lake’s just over the ridge behind us.”
“What about you?”
“I’m gonna get what we came here for. But I’ll meet you there. At the boat.”
“No,” she said.
“I’ll be there. I promise. But you gotta get these people free.”
She kissed me then. Just for a second. And I gripped against her like she was metal and I was all full of lightning, charged up and jagged and of that moment alone.
“I’ll meet you there,” I told her.
“Okay, bud. Just make sure that you do.”
I shoved a gun at someone whose hands were empty. Then I made for the doors, where a bunch of naked bodies were working their weapons and forcing the agents to find cover, forcing them back through the night.
Squatting behind my front line, I studied the twenty yards or so to the Orchard, gearing myself up to make a run for it.
But then Frost’s fist was clamped tight on my arm.
“Where you heading?” he said.
“Heading for the tree.”
“Not without me, you ain’t.”
So we waited there together, watching the agents being driven back, biding our time till a break in the shooting. Then, staying low, we hustled out into the night.
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