“We’re wasting time,” Jude said. “It doesn’t matter who’s to blame—”
I laughed. “Did you get a personality transplant when I wasn’t looking? Maybe a lobotomy? Since when do you think blaming people is a waste of time?”
“Blame him later,” Jude said. Then, under his breath, “I will.”
“Can we go inside?” Ani asked. “People are looking for him… .”
Jude shook his head. “You say you can help,” he told Auden. “Help.”
Despite his claims, Auden didn’t know much, and most of it we’d already figured out on our own. But there was one thing we hadn’t expected—and it was big enough for us to invite him into the house.
“I believed it at first,” Auden said, settling onto the couch, Riley’s couch, and walking us through it. “Savona hates BioMax even more than he hates the skinners; that’s what he always said. You can’t blame the abomination—you blame its maker.”
Jude frowned. “Charming.”
“But if they weren’t working together from the start, they are now,” Auden continued. “There are Brotherhood people working in Safe Haven—people loyal to Savona. And they wouldn’t be there unless BioMax wanted them to be.”
“How do you know?” I asked. “Have you been there?”
Auden shook his head. “They’ve got that place locked down. No one gets in without BioMax’s permission; no one gets out. Not just skinners—”
“Mechs,” Jude corrected him.
“—but staff, too. It’s almost impossible to get any information out either.”
“But this information somehow made its way to you,” Jude said, sounding skeptical.
“There are people still loyal to me. I know I’m right about this. BioMax brought the Brotherhood into Safe Haven. I don’t know what it means, but…”
If nothing else, it meant Safe Haven was anything but safe. It wasn’t news, but it was confirmation. BioMax and the Brotherhood were working together—working to get rid of the mechs. Presumably starting with the ones they had gathered in one convenient location “for their own protection.” There was no point in arguing anymore, since it was obvious what we needed to do, and if Jude didn’t agree, I’d go alone. I’d see for myself what BioMax was up to, and—whether by persuasion or force—I’d get the mechs out.
“We have to go in,” Jude said.
And when he did, much as I hated to admit it, I was relieved.
Auden promised to try to get someone in on the staff side, someone loyal to him who could help us all break out, if it proved as hard as he suspected it would be. I could tell Jude didn’t believe he’d follow through. I believed he would try.
We left him in the only safe place we could think of: Riley’s apartment.
He’s dead, I kept telling myself. He doesn’t need it anymore. That didn’t stop it from feeling like a betrayal. Whether Auden wanted to admit it or not, there’d been a time when he wanted us all dead, or at least was convinced we didn’t have the right to live. And now we were using Riley’s home to keep him safe.
Maybe this would finally make us even.
“You sure about this?” Auden asked, as we parted ways. He wasn’t talking to me.
“I have to,” Ani said. “You going to be okay here?”
Jude rolled his eyes. “He’ll be fine.”
“Yes, he will,” Auden agreed. “And if you need me, any of you—”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Jude said. “Or do, if that’s what gets you off. Your call.”
“Before you go…” Auden hesitated, watching me, as if measuring whether or not he should continue.
Apparently, I didn’t pass the test.
“Be safe,” he said, but he said it to Ani, and she was the one he put his arms around and hugged tightly. It was the happy ending to a modern parable: Skinner and org bond in the face of adversity, each learning a valuable lesson about the other’s humanity. And yet there was a time when Auden had known me better than anyone in the world. So why did he need Ani to teach him that mechs were more than heartless machines?
Why did I still care?
12. SAFE HAVEN
Like the machines BioMax designed, the operation was a well-oiled one. The corp had distributed a set of rendezvous coordinates to all mechs. From there we would be taken to the secure resettlement facility, its location and access well protected from the inquiring public. And from there… well, from there things got a bit hazy. Without knowing exactly what was going on inside Safe Haven, it was impossible to know how hard it would be to get everyone out, much less figure out exactly what BioMax and the Brotherhood intended to do if we failed. But even if we didn’t know what we were walking into, it felt good to be moving again. It felt right.
The coordinates took us to a vast concrete lot lined with rows of trucks and buses, each bearing a freshly painted BioMax logo. A thin trickle of cars pulled up to the registration point, disgorging their mech cargo, then driving away. Some were filled with concerned orgs who hesitated on the curb, drawing out the moment with embraces and farewells. But most mechs came alone and sent their cars away on autopilot. As we did, joining the procession of mechs, letting the BioMax reps take our names, scan our pupils, check the registration data embedded in our spinal columns. We shuffled down a line of intake staff, finally reaching a man with a white smock and a stiff smile. He had doctor written all over him, a game many of the techs liked to play, as if their machinations on our conduits and circuitry made them healers, when in fact they were nothing but plumbers, mechanics, engineers. “Welcome,” he said. Cue the mirthless grin. “I’m so pleased you’ve decided to take the prudent route and join us until this crisis is resolved.”
His hand flashed through the air, and then there was a sharp prick at the back of my neck, like something had sunk its fangs into my skin.
I slapped a hand over my neck. There was a rough patch at the tip of my spine, and a hard-edged lump that hadn’t been there before. “What the—”
Jude caught the doctor’s wrist as it swooped in his direction. “Not unless you tell me what the hell this is,” Jude said, glaring at the slim, silver injector that had been aimed at his neck.
“He’s nervous,” I said quickly. “You can understand that, right?” I tried to sound innocent and unsuspecting, a scared little girl who just wanted to be told what to do. “There are people trying to kill us! Maybe if you just explained… ?”
I doubt either of us expected him to. But after a pause he shrugged. “Just a precaution—it helps us keep track of your location,” he said. “If you don’t get one, we can’t let you into Safe Haven.”
Jude let go of the man’s wrist. “Just a precaution,” he repeated, bending his head forward.
“We’re not taking any chances,” the man said, jabbing the injector into Jude’s neck. I flinched, watching the tracking chip slide under his skin. Jude didn’t move.
The man slapped him on the back, then patted me on the shoulder. “All set.”
I tried to look grateful. Even though I felt like he’d stripped off my clothes and left me bare and helpless on the cement for any and all to see.