Thomas charged forward, unaffected by the chaos he had wrought, but Stringy Hair managed to get to his feet and attack. He was unarmed, but he was fast and brutal. He punched Thomas squarely in the jaw; Thomas barely flinched, recovering from the recoil fast enough to knee his assailant hard in the groin. Thomas pushed him backward and kicked him in the solar plexus before spinning and knocking the man in the face with his elbow. I heard the stringy-haired man’s nose crack; blood spurted out of his nostrils and he fell to the ground, where he writhed in pain, clutching his stomach.
Thomas put away his gun and retrieved another, smaller weapon from his belt. He held it steady as he shot each of the men in the shoulder, one by one. The bullets made a soft whistle as they traveled through the air, and the men were still.
I watched this unfold as if at a distance, light-headed and quivering. It was as though I was in some sort of trance. I stared at the bodies of the three Libertas commandos. Were they dead? I didn’t think so. I could just barely make out the rise and fall of their chests. I must’ve looked horrified, because Thomas held up the small gun and said, “Relax, they’re tranquilizer pellets.”
I nodded dully.
“What the hell were you thinking? I told you people would recognize you—I told you to hide your face!” Thomas was shouting, but I could barely hear him over the roar of blood in my ears. I flexed my fingers and pressed them against my throat. The air tasted exquisite now that I could fill my lungs to bursting, like a never-ending drink of cool spring water. I’m alive, I thought, giddy with relief.
“Sasha!” Thomas shook me by the shoulder. His eyes were dark slits, his brow furrowed in something like concern.
“I—” I didn’t have an excuse. He had warned me. But how could he have expected me to listen? Did he really think I’d be that easily managed? How could he have thought I’d give up without a fight? Is that what he would’ve done? Surely not. “I’m sorry,” I said dryly, not at all meaning it.
“Don’t you understand that you could’ve been killed? I was trying to keep you away from them and instead you ran right for them!”
“What was I supposed to do?” I snapped. “Stay put and wait for you to do God knows what with me?”
He glowered at me. “There’s more where they came from. We’ve got to get out of the city as soon as possible.”
“I’m not coming with you.” I folded my arms across my chest in defiance. I was putting on a pretty good show of being stubborn, but actually I was of two minds. On the one hand, I didn’t want to submit to him, to follow his orders and obey him as if he had some sort of claim on me. The urge to resist was personal; I wanted to punish him for what he’d done to me in whatever small way I could. But on the other hand, reason was telling me to go with him, that whatever his plans were for me, they were preferable to falling into the hands of Libertas.
The emotional part of me was winning out.
“Yes, you are,” Thomas said. “Those men were going to take you to an underground bunker somewhere, torture you for information you don’t have, and then kill you. Is that what you want? Because if I’d known you had a death wish I would’ve just left you to them.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” I said. “You need me. Otherwise I wouldn’t even be here.”
“I don’t have time to stand around and chat about this with you. You have two choices: them, or me. And if I were you, I really wouldn’t choose them.”
I said nothing. He made a frustrated noise.
“Look, you want the truth? That anchor brought you here, and it’s the only thing that can bring you home. I have the device that controls it. The anchor is made out of a reinforced titanium alloy—you can’t cut it off, and even if you could, removing it won’t send you back. So we can both sit here and wait for more Libertas to come calling, or we can leave. I strongly suggest that we leave.”
Still I didn’t speak, didn’t move a muscle. I knew he was right, at least about Libertas, but I was having a hard time motivating myself to go along with him. I just didn’t want him to think that I was going down without a fight. Or maybe, I didn’t want to think that about myself.
“I have to admit,” he said, his tone lightening, as if he was trying, in a small, weak way, to make nice. “I’m impressed. You got farther than I expected. It was smart of you to use the rally as cover. Even I don’t have X-ray vision.”
“What was that whole thing, anyway?”
“Antiroyalist rally,” Thomas said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Bunch of rabble-rousers. Nothing to worry about.” But his expression said it was much more serious than that. I had a million questions; the rally had piqued my interest in this strange new world, but even though I was usually quite the determined interrogator when there was information that I wanted, now wasn’t the time.
“Nothing to worry about? They recognized me,” I told him. “And they didn’t like what they saw. Overall, I do not feel welcome here in Aurora.”
Thomas sighed. “I did try to warn you.”
But it was something else Thomas had said that really struck a chord. I have the device that controls it. Removing the anchor might not be possible, but if I could gain possession of the remote, I could transport myself home without anybody’s help. I just had to figure out how to get my hands on it.
“How did you find me?” I asked, glancing at the motionless bodies on the ground. A gun belonging to one of the men lay only three feet from where I stood, and the sight of it gave me an idea.
“The anchor has a GPS tracker in it.”
“You have GPS here?” So running away again wasn’t going to work.
“We had it before you did.” He walked to the end of the alley and glanced up and down the perpendicular street, giving me the opportunity I needed. I crouched down and reached for the nearby gun, slowly, trying not to attract Thomas’s attention while his back was turned. “I was waiting for you on the other side of the street, figuring I’d intercept you there, but then I saw them pull you into the alley—”
When he turned back around, I had the gun aimed at his chest. He lifted his hands up in a gesture of surrender, working his jaw anxiously but saying nothing.
“Give me the device that controls the anchor and I’ll never bother you again,” I said. My voice sounded like it was forged from steel; if I hadn’t spoken the words myself, I wouldn’t even have recognized it. I was trying to make myself sound like Thomas—emotionless, untouchable. The sort of person I knew I wasn’t. But he hadn’t given me any choice.
“I can’t do that.”
“Then I’m going to have to shoot you,” I said, hoping he couldn’t tell how badly I was shaking.
“You won’t,” Thomas said calmly. He stepped forward and lowered his hands.
“Yes I will.” He didn’t seem afraid, which infuriated me. If he kept looking at me in that patronizing, self-satisfied way, maybe I would shoot him.
“No you won’t.” Thomas took another step, and then another, making his way toward me carefully, the way one might approach a frightened animal. He seemed so sure of himself, so confident in his ability to talk me down. With every step he took, I knew I was losing ground. “You don’t even have your finger on the trigger.”
That was because I didn’t want to fire it by accident. But if he insisted … I settled the pad of my pointer finger against the slim metal curve of the trigger. “Problem solved.”
“You won’t pull it.” He was getting closer and closer. I had to shoot him.
“You take one more step and I’ll do it.” It was the last gasp of my bravado. I would never be able to follow through on my threat. “Don’t move.”