“Ah, she already knows my name!” He sounded insufferably pleased. “No need for introductions, then, straight to the point. They told me you were clever, and I believed them, but this…this is exceptional, really.” His accent was European, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“It’s still considered polite to introduce yourself.”
“Ah, so right,” he said, as I closed in on him, stopping about fifteen feet away. “Where are my manners? My name is Janus, and I am here…to help you with a very difficult transition. Now, you need not be afraid, because I’m not here to hurt you, or threaten you or…any of that useless piffle you’ve experienced from Omega in the past.” He waved a hand, as if dismissing those thoughts. “I am merely here to have a conversation with you.”
“And then you’ll take my gun?” I asked, letting the itch on my trigger finger hold off.
“No one is taking your gun away,” Janus said, waving me off again. “At least, no one with me. You keep it, this is only…a conversation. A chance for us to talk, to clear the air.”
“And will it be a truthful conversation, Janus of the two faces?”
He smiled, that much I could see in the stark dim light of the hallway. “On my side it will be. On your side…well, that’s really up to you. Now, you needn’t tell me the truth, because I know it, for that’s my gift…my power. But if you feel the need to lie, well, then, that’s entirely on you, and keep in mind that you’ll be the only one in this hallway that you’ll really be lying to.” He seemed to take a breath. “And may I point out, that nickname, the one you’ve heard, about me being two-faced—it’s really not accurate. I always tell the truth, to whomever I’m speaking to. The problem is, sometimes I tell them things they don’t want to hear. Sometimes I stick to the truths that I know they want. Does that make me two-faced, do you think? Sometimes callous and blunt, others light and dancing around the edges of everything they believe?”
“I guess it kinda makes you selective,” I said, not wavering with the gun. “Why don’t you stick with the ‘whole, unvarnished’ version of the truth for me?”
“That’s a special kind of truth,” he said. “But if you think you can handle it…sure, why not?”
“I’ve been able to handle everything you’ve thrown at me so far,” I said. “Why should this be any different?”
“Ah, yes, well, let’s start with that, the beginning, shall we?” He stretched as though he were looking for a comfortable place to sit, and instead ended up leaning against the wall. “You’ll forgive me for leaning, but I am of an…advanced age, for even my type of meta, and it brings with it…certain…unpleasant side effects. I grow weary, especially in moments such as this.” The ground shook as something exploded in the distance and I turned to look, then darted my eyes back to him as I realized I didn’t want to turn my back on him. “Not to worry, that was just the car garage. We’re trying very hard not to kill anyone.”
“You’re failing,” I said, teeth clenched. “I just came from the body of Dr. Ronald Sessions. You blew him up with the science lab.”
“Ah,” Janus said, and it sounded genuinely pained. “That is a shame. You know, let me get this explanation out before we get any farther, because I feel…truly, bad about it. You see, I’m part of the ‘old guard,’ you might call it, of Omega. I detest killing, even when necessary. It’s such…an…unpleasant expression of powers that most men would crave. We’re better people, we should uphold the sanctity of life, even for humans. Now, I explain this because…frankly…you haven’t been dealt with in the fashion that I would have chosen had I been in charge of your case this entire time.”
“My ‘case’?” I almost scoffed.
“Yes,” he said. “You see, the…individual who…runs Omega, had gotten some very bad advice from the ‘new guard’ about how to conduct things. The old ways are fading away, and older metas like me, well, we’re not as influential as we used to be. There was a time when I held the ear of the Primus of Omega, when I was first advisor. Now, a chain of failures has elevated me once more, but for a time, I was…persona non grata. And I tell you this because it’s so important that you understand that none of what you’ve seen from Omega came from me. Not Wolfe, not Henderschott, certainly not Fries…none of it.”
“Because you wouldn’t have unleashed those maniacs, those twits, those sidewinders?” I asked.
“Certainly not,” he said with an assured shake of the head. “Because you…you are too important to chance to such…creatures, shall we say.”
“But you did send Bjorn,” I ticked them off in my head, “and Madigan.”
“Of course I did,” he said. “Naturally.”
“Um…they failed just as miserably as the ones you didn’t send.”
“Not at all,” Janus said with a smile, and there was a beep from the phone in my pocket. “Do you need to get that?”
“It’s a…” I frowned and kept one hand covering him with the gun while I pulled the cell phone out of my pocket and thumbed the text message feature. I had three messages and a missed call from Zack. I clicked the messages first, my eyes darting from the phone to Janus. “I have messages.”
“I understand,” he said. “I’ll wait. Personally, I hate those smart phones. Don’t get along with them.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be open to change?”
He sighed, deeply. “There is a difference between helping others with change and embracing it for oneself. Technology may be my bane, but no matter. Read your messages, and then we shall talk.”
I flipped through the first, the newest, from Ariadne, to me and all of M-Squad:
Assemble at dormitory. Protect the students at all costs .
“We’re not going to attack the dormitory…yet,” Janus said, catching my eye as I jerked my head up. “I’m an empath, of sorts. I can’t read your mind, exactly, but I get the gist of your emotions, and I know where everyone is. They’re safe, for now.”
“For now?” I asked, and felt the gnawing sense of fear start to eat away at my confidence.
“Don’t worry,” he said, and I thought he might be trying to sound reassuring, “they’ll be given plenty of opportunity to get out before we destroy the building. If they choose to stay, well, that’s on them, not me, but…they’ll be warned. You can even tell them yourself, if you’d like, once we’re done talking.”
“You don’t think I’ll be going with you?” I looked at his face over the sights of my gun, wondering if I was doing myself any favors by not pulling the trigger.
“No, of course not,” he said with a shake of his head, as though it were the most obvious of truths. “Getting you to come with me today was never the purpose of Operation Stanchion.”
“That’s not what Bjorn said.”
“Bjorn is a young bull, charging into everything.” Janus bent his head low, as though miming the action of a bull, scuffing his shoe against the tile floor. “He was an excellent distraction for you.”
“And Madigan?” I asked, nodding to the room where I had last seen her, up to her ankles in a wading pool. “Was she a distraction, too?”
Janus chortled. “Well, let us put it this way…it would seem that you and your fellows have a taste for herring—in red, at least.”
“Wild goose chases?” I asked. “You’ve been sending me to…what, Iowa? To Bloomington to fight your people? Why? Because they needed their asses kicked and you’re too old to do it yourself?”
“Certainly a little humility is good for the soul,” he said, with a smile, “but no, I wasn’t trying to keep you off balance for that reason. It’s a much simpler one. While you were chasing the three metas I dangled in front of your nose to keep you busy, you weren’t noticing the fifty I snuck into the country through alternative means.” He waved a hand around him. “And now they are all here.”