She pulls me through the library over to the glass doors. Her death grip doesn’t ease up until we’re out in the hallway. Not that I’m complaining.
“Did you hear about the Pearl that almost smashed into us this afternoon?” she whispers as we walk out toward the canteen.
“I was there.”
“You were at Lookout?”
“Yeah, it happened right after August Bergmann almost pounded my face into the ground.”
“What a creep. We should’ve done the chili thing last night.” She shakes her head. “Don’t worry about him. Remember, being the big, flaunt agent is overrated.”
I shrug. “After today, I’d rate it a million percent.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t think you can go over a hundred.” She leads me through the canteen, grabbing an apple from a basket on the counter as we go. “They said it was a false alarm. The Pearl, I mean.”
“I think they’re lying.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she mutters. “You saw it, then?”
“It was headed straight for us, definitely. Then all of a sudden it changed course, curved to the side.”
She spins around, pulling me closer and blocking the exit. “Changed course? You been falling asleep during Dr. Hemming’s lectures again, Fisher?”
I shrug. “Yes, actually. But it happened, I swear. I was standing right in front of it.”
She flashes me an inquisitive look. “Do you have a death wish or something?”
“No.” I sigh. “It’s not that. It was just… interesting.”
She turns around, leading me out into the curved hallway along the perimeter of the ship toward the staircase. “Sure. Interesting until it smashes into you.”
The last remnants of daylight stream up through the windows, creating a soft glow around Avery’s face. I can’t help but stare. Luckily she doesn’t notice, too busy chomping on the apple.
“So tell me where we’re going,” I say. “I can’t get in trouble again.”
She swings her arm around my shoulder. “You won’t get in trouble. Promise.” She bites into the apple. “I’ve made an amazing discovery and tonight’s the night to test it out.”
“Why tonight?”
She pulls her head closer to whisper. “Alkine’s having one of his closed-door staff meetings.”
“So? They always do that before Visitation.”
“We’re gonna bash those doors down.”
I look around to see if anyone’s listening. “That sounds dangerous.”
“Nah,” she says. “Not with my discovery.”
“Let me guess. You invented an invisibility potion.”
“Nope.” She bounds down the stairs and pushes me into a hallway leading back toward the center of the ship. We make our way past dozens of closed doors and two befuddled-looking agents before stopping outside Room 514.
“Isn’t this just a maintenance room?” I try the doorknob. “And it’s locked, anyways.”
She tosses the apple core into a nearby trash chute and digs in her pocket, pulling out a small pointed key. “Bam!” She shoves it in my face.
“Shh!” I look around the empty hallway. “Someone will hear you.”
“Yeah, right.” She crouches toward the door, sliding the key into the hole and turning. “Now spot me, Fisher! I’m going in.”
I keep my eyes on both sides of the hallway, waiting for someone to show up and drag me away to Mr. Wilson’s office. Or worse, Alkine’s.
Thankfully, nobody does.
Avery conquers the lock and grabs the back of my shirt, yanking me into the room with her and slamming the door behind us.
One thing she forgot to do was turn on the freaking light. It’s pitch black now. Like, beyond black.
She giggles. “Oops, where’s the switch?”
Panicked, I grope around the room looking for a button. Any button. A couple of minutes in here and I’ll go insane. Tight spaces are bad enough. Tight spaces in the dark are hell.
In my quest for the lights I trip over something-a broom, maybe-and land on the floor with an agonizing thud. Avery stops laughing and crawls over me, flipping a switch next to the door. Fluorescent light flickers on above us, casting a spotlight on me doing my best impression of a puddle.
I pull myself to a sitting position and rub my shoulder. The closet’s tiny. Stacks of buckets sit next to boxes of mechanical junk and dried-out, still-dirty mops. A row of brightly colored bottles line the shelf along the far wall. A wide metal tube in the corner stretches from the floor to the ceiling.
Avery rests her hands on her hips. “You like?”
I’d like it better if we were in here to do something other than snoop around, but things are never that simple with Avery.
“So we’re in a maintenance room.” I stand up. “This is really blowing my mind.”
Ignoring me, she heads over to the far wall and lifts herself onto a wooden crate.
I walk over to her. “What are you doing?”
She struggles with a square grate on the ceiling, yanking at the corners until they pop out from the panel and reveal an open air vent. “Think of this as our own little portal.” She bends down and leans the grate against the wall.
I stare at the dark hole in the ceiling. “A portal to where? The trash chutes?”
“Of course not.” She rubs her dirty hands on the front of her jeans. “This is how we’re gonna spy on Alkine.”
“Oh, no.” I take a few steps back. “I’m not going up there, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Relax.” She crouches to a sitting position, the heels of her feet kicking the crate. “I’ll go up first. All you’ve gotta do is follow. It’s safe, I promise. And you’ll kill yourself if you don’t go.”
I cross my arms. “Now why would I do that?”
“Because this meeting, Jesse Fisher, is about you.” She pauses. “They’re going to talk about you in there.”
“No they’re not.”
“Yeah. They are. And you wanna know how I know that?” She points to the hole in the ceiling. “Because I was up there in that vent a week ago when Alkine announced it.”
“No way.” I picture the faculty sitting around some fancy table arguing over reasons to throw me off the ship. “Why would they be talking about me?” I think back to my weird conversation with Captain Alkine the other night and suddenly it’s not so hard to believe.
“Trust me, Jesse. Have I ever lied to you?”
“I guess not.”
“And do you really think I’d drag you up into some vent for nothing?”
I take a moment to consider it. “Yes.”
She laughs. “Okay, maybe I would, but you’re still coming up with me.”
My arms drop to my sides and I give a defeated shrug. She’s impossible to argue with.
She beams. “Good enough for me.”
Without wasting another moment, she stands and grabs onto the ceiling panel. Her shirt rises, revealing an inch of midriff. If her words weren’t enough to get me up into the vent, that’ll sure do it.
Then she lifts herself into the hole. She’s definitely done this before. I bet she’s a pro.
Once she’s all the way through and has a second to turn herself around, I crawl onto the crate and grab her outstretched hands. She helps me up until I’m halfway in. I scoot toward her and turn to look back at the closet. I’m gonna regret this. I just know it.
13
With each room we pass over, grids of light stream through the metal grates below us. It’s never completely dark. Of course, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m wedged inside an air vent. I’m glad I’m skinny.
Avery doesn’t seem to mind. She crawls through the narrow spaces with ease, contorting around corners with lightning speed. I follow dutifully behind, convinced that the entire system’s going to give way and drop us right into the middle of a classroom. Or fill with hot air, or poisonous gas, or some equally unpleasant substance.
Again, Avery doesn’t seem to share my concerns.
“Shh!” She waves her arm behind her. I do my best to tread lightly, careful to stay as silent as possible.
Then I hear it. Alkine’s voice in the distance, coming from somewhere below us.
Avery slows her crawl, sliding along the thin sheet of metal without a sound. I copy her. The farther we slide, the more clearly Alkine’s voice flows up into the vent. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Sneaking around empty rooms is one thing. Spying on people from air vents is mass different. It feels wrong.