Maybe Mirko Abdic would need something like the Militia Vigilum.
Jack didn't know. He decided not to make a decision either way. He'd temporize with Davis—make no promises but not slam the door—and think on it.
Everything, it seemed, was changing.
12
Gia shook her head and bit her lower lip. '"The Heir'? I don't think I like the sound of that."
"We're on the same page there."
They sat on the Chippendale sofa in the Sutton Square library that also served as a TV room. A Seinfeld episode that must have been in its ten-thousandth rerun was playing, but no way Jack could dredge up any interest. Same for Gia.
"So, if this Sentinel dies, you'll be taken away from us?"
The words stunned Jack. He hadn't seen it that way. Davis had told him he'd be changed, given powers…
"No way I'll leave you."
But would what he valued and cared about change as well?
She clutched his arm and leaned against him. "Even so… let's hope this current Sentinel, whoever he is, lives another couple of thousand years."
Jack couldn't tell her that he'd been told that the current Sentinel—so far the only Sentinel—had retired from his job and his immortality, and was near-ing the end of his days.
So it was only a matter of time.
Jack resisted the urge to jump up and start kicking holes in walls. His life was no longer his own, goddamn it. He hadn't signed up for this. Why couldn't the Ally have chosen someone who was slavering for it? Like Miller.
"But what if he is killed?" Gia said. "What if you have to take his place? What will you do?"
"Absolutely nothing. If nominated, I refuse to run, if elected 1 refuse to serve."
"Passive-aggressive isn't your style."
"What else can I do? In this case the only way I can fight back is to refuse to participate."
"But if you're needed—if the Otherness starts something only you can stop—are you just going to sit back and watch? That's not you."
Jack sighed. She was right. He couldn't see himself doing that. Especially if it endangered Gia and Vicky and the baby.
"But that's all speculation at this point," she said. "This Militia Vigilum you told me about is here and now. What are you going to do?"
Jack trusted his instincts and they said Avoid. But he'd learned to trust Gia's instincts as well.
"If you were choosing for me, what would you say?"
She pursed her lips and didn't speak for a few seconds. Then she let out a breath.
"I'd give them a try."
Jack winced. "Ouch." If he'd known she was going to say that he wouldn't have asked. "Why?"
"Purely selfish, personal reasons. I know you're a lone wolf. I know you don't like to explain things. I know you like to act on instinct if something goes wrong and you can't do that if you have to explain it to someone else. I know you think the risk of something going wrong is directly proportional to the number of people involved."
Jack smiled. "So you have been listening."
"Of course. And all that said, I still hate you working alone. Just like I hate you traveling to Europe alone."
"I won't be alone. Abe's contacts—"
"You don't know them and they don't know or care about you. If signals get crossed or a connection is missed, you'll be alone in a foreign country where you don't speak the language and don't have any papers."
Jack had thought about that, and the bad-news possibilities formed a cold lump in his gut. But he couldn't let Gia know.
"I'll be fine."
She shivered against him. "Maybe you shouldn't go. Maybe there's another way."
"Maybe there is, but Abe has spent months setting this up and I trust him like I trust you. But getting back to the MV, they won't be any help to me in the Balkans."
"1 was thinking on a more day-to-day basis. Your methods are like walking a high wire without a safety net. This MV group could be your safety net."
Jack cleared his throat. "The problem with a safety net is that it's a very human tendency to be less sharp, less focused if you know it's there. You might become a smidge cavalier about falling because hey, no biggie… the net's there to catch me. Net or not, I don't want to fall. Ever."
"Okay, here comes the personal, selfish part: I'd worry a lot less if you had something, someone to fall back on."
"Kind of a moot point, isn't it. I'll be pretty much retiring from fix-its once I become Mirko Abdic."
"But you can't retire from this war you've been drafted into." She bit her lip. "Maybe this invitation to join the M V is a sign."
That took Jack by surprise. He leaned back and looked at her.
"A sign? Since when do you believe in signs?"
"Why not? I never believed in ghosts until one tried to kill the baby. I never believed anything like the Lilitongue could be possible, but it was only a few weeks ago that it invaded this house and wouldn't leave. So why not believe in signs?"
A wave of guilt swept over him as he considered what she'd been through because of her relationship with him.
"Case made. In spades. But what makes you think it's a sign?"
She raised her shoulders in half a shrug. "I'm not sure. The timing, I guess. Becoming Mirko Abdic… it will give you a legal identity, make you a card-carrying citizen. You won't be a lone wolf anymore. You'll be a member of a pack, part of something larger than yourself."
"Yeah. I know." That had been the hardest thing to accept about this whole plan. "But let's get back to signs. What does the MV have to do with my new—?" And then he saw it. "Joining something larger than myself. And the MV is another larger something."
He found the symmetry vaguely unsettling.
"Right. So even if you're no longer Repairman Jack, you're still involved in this insane war. That's not going to stop, and it's not something you can take on alone. It might wind up that you need them and their Oculus as much as they need you."
"I don't—"
She punched him lightly on the arm. "Come on, Jack. Even the Lone Ranger had Tonto."
Maybe she was right, but he couldn't see himself becoming a card-carrying member of the MV.
"I'll think on it."
"Give it a try. Mix with them awhile. If it's not a good fit, you walk away. If you think it has possibilities, you hang on awhile longer. Where's the downside to a trial run?"
Good question. But it didn't make the decision any easier. He guessed he'd—
"Mom! Mom!" Vicky came running in holding out her right fist. "Look what happened!"
She opened her hand to show them.
At first Jack didn't know what he was looking at: white, boxy, smaller than a Chiclet, with reddish discoloration on one side. Then he recognized it.
A tooth.
"It just came out!"
Gia gripped Vicky's jaw. "Let me see. Is this the one that's been loose?"
Vicky nodded as she opened wide and stuck the tip of her pinkie into an empty socket in her left upper jaw. "Righ' 'ere."
"That's great, honey. Looks like you made another five dollars."
Vicky grinned. "No, this one's worth ten. At least!"
Jack slapped his forehead. "Ten bucks for a tooth? Where are the pliers? I'm going to pull all mine out and—"
"It's only for teeth that/a// out, silly."
"Yeah, but ten dollars! The Tooth Fairy only left me a quarter when I was a kid."
Gia gave her daughter a sidelong look. "You got only five dollars for the last teeth."
"Yeah, but those were incisors and canines. This is a molar. It's worth double."
Incisors and canines… how did she know this stuff?
Gia smiled. "Where does it say that?"
"In the Tooth Fairy Rule Book."
"Well, if you can show me that, I'll believe it. Otherwise I think the Tooth Fairy will think five is plenty."