Among the Enemy (13 page)

The commander kicked away a pile of rubbish that had apparently blown up against the car. It turned out not to be rubbish. It was a person, a vagrant who'd curled up against the warmth of the car to sleep. He huddled on the ground in pain—all skin and bones and rags.

And a soul,
Matthias told himself, thinking like Samuel again.

Matthias looked around, blinking. All the lumps along the warehouse wall that looked like garbage—those were people too. Starving people, just the other side of a wall from untold riches of food. It shook Matthias that he hadn't even noticed them before.

I can make up for that,
Matthias thought. /
can heat up the commander, I can lead a charge of the hungry against the door. We can overpower the guard. . . .

No, he couldn't. As the commander had said, starving people didn't make good warriors. They wouldn't be able to overpower a flea, let alone a well-fed guard. And Matthias, even after growing and filling out, was still just a boy.

With Nina's help, with Trey...,
Matthias thought, strain ing to come up with a plan.

"Come along," the commander said.

Matthias got into the car, and the commander tucked a thick blanket around his legs. Matthias realized, as he hadn't before, that the car was familiar: It was Mrs. Talbot's car, the car he and Tiddy had stolen, now restored to its former splendor. Matthias had been too numb to notice before, and now he didn't have time to think about it. They were driving away. Matthias forced himself to pay close attention to the turns they made.
Left at the broken lamppost, right at the sign that says "Wa
—
hous- Way"
... As soon as Matthias got back to his room, he'd write it all down and reverse it, so he could lead Nina and Trey back.

They reached a stretch where the commander didn't make any turns at all. The commander was humming. Matthias couldn't stand it.

"Why?" he burst out. "Why keep that food, why guard it, if no one's ever going to eat it?"

The commander chuckled.

"Oh, it will be eaten, all right," he said. "In fact, it will serve its purpose very soon."

Matthias tried to keep silent. If he didn't act overly interested, he thought the commander was more likely to talk. But the commander went back to humming.

"What are you going to do with it? How soon?" Matthias asked. He tried to sound overawed and maybe a little bit stupid. How had he sounded before they went into the warehouse, before everything changed?

The commander glanced over at Matthias. His eyes glittered in the darkness. Did he suspect anything?

"Oh, never mind," the commander said. "It's complicated. And it was ... it was Tiddy's plan."

"Tiddy," Matthias echoed sadly. He was totally acting now, playing the word for effect.

He looked over, and the commander had tears streaming down his face.

And, in spite of himself, Matthias felt guilty.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Matthias got up the next morning and dressed himself. When a servant brought a tray of food into his room, he announced, "I won't be needing that anymore. From now on, I'll be eating down in the cafeteria with everyone else."

"But, sir," the servant said, "what shall I do with all this food?"

Matthias considered. The main part of the meal was eggs scrambled with cheese—a total luxury. The tray also held a plateful of toast, a bowl of cooked apple slices, and a frothing glass of milk.

"Eat it yourself," he decided.

"Oh, sir," the servant said. "Can I?"

She was a pock-faced girl as scrawny as Matthias had been when he'd first arrived at Population Police headquarters. Matthias supposed she spent her days carrying around food that she herself was not allowed to eat.

"Go right ahead," Matthias said. "But—don't tell anyone."

"Oh, no, I won't," the girl said, curtsying. "Thank you, sir."

Matthias walked out of his room through the commander's office. The commander was bent over stacks of papers. Matthias stood close and tried to look at the papers without appearing interested, but the numbers marching across the pages meant nothing to him.

"Sir," Matthias said, "I've been thinking. I don't believe ... Tiddy ... would want me to just lie around all the time, grieving. I need to ... do something. In his memory."

Matthias wasn't really lying. It was just that he'd be act' ing in honor of Percy's and Alia's memory, and Samuel's and Mrs. Talbot's. Not Tiddy's.

The commander reached out and ruffled Matthias's hair.

"You're a brave boy," he muttered sadly.

Matthias climbed down the stairs feeling anything but brave. He walked into the cafeteria, and the entire room became instantly hushed. Matthias felt like every eye in the room was on him.

How am I supposed to carry out a secret plan with everyone watching?
Matthias wondered.

He made himself stumble on over to the woman with the trays.

"I don't know—am I supposed to hand you money or a voucher or something?" he asked her. "Last time Mike took care of me, and before that, Tiddy."

"Oh, you're that boy of Tiddy's," the woman crooned softly. "Oh, you poor dear. Now, don't you worry about anything. Just go on and eat."

"Thank you," Matthias mumbled.

When he stepped over to the women doling out the food, he was overjoyed to see Nina's familiar brown eyes above one of the face masks. He quickly slid his hand in and out of his pocket and was ready when she handed him a bowl of oatmeal. His fingertips brushed hers; when they both pulled away, he was holding the bowl and she was holding a coiled-up scrap of paper he'd been carrying around. Her eyes widened a bit with surprise, but other-wise, she gave no indication that anything had passed between them.

Matthias took his tray of food and sat down. He hoped Nina would understand the note he'd written:
Same meet-' ing place. What time?
He ate his oatmeal slowly, lingering over every bite. So he was one of the few diners who remained when Nina came out to scrub the tables. She leaned close to his ear as she stretched to reach the opposite side of his table.

"Fifteen minutes from now," she whispered, and moved on.

Matthias scraped the last flecks of oatmeal out of his bowl, swallowed, and pushed himself away from the table. He had extra time, so he took a roundabout route to the silver bathroom. But he got delayed in the front hall because a huge crowd was gathered there, blocking his way.

"Excuse me," he murmured. "Could you let me through?"

The cluster of dark uniforms around him seemed like a forest, impenetrable. Then one officer glanced down at him.

"It's the boy," she gasped, and the clump of uniforms parted before him.

Matthias walked forward as officers moved aside to give him even more room. This wasn't what he was used to. He was used to having to scramble between people's legs, always having to watch out so nobody stepped on him. He wasn't used to being noticed at all, and now everyone was staring at him, almost reverently.

He reached the front of the crowd. He was facing the very spot where Tiddy had died, the two pillars now fram-ing a huge vase full of roses. A banner across the floral arrangement proclaimed,
ONE OF OUR BEST.
Around the dis-play of roses, people had left mementos and messages. Matthias saw ribbons and medals, bracelets and scraps of paper covered in heart-broken scrawls:
WE MISS YOU,
T
IDDY.

The crowd was absolutely silent, watching Matthias. He realized they expected him to add something to the memorial, but he'd brought nothing with him; he hadn't even known there
was
a memorial. Thinking frantically, he looked around, and his cap rattled against his ears. The cap! Well, that would have to do. He took off his cap and left it at the base of the roses. Then he backed away, watching the crowd. People began following his example, surging forward to lay their own caps beside Matthias's. Now everyone was watching the impromptu cap-laying service, so Matthias was able to duck into the silver bathroom without being seen.

His heart pounded strangely.
What was that all about?
he wondered.

He peered into the vent where Nina had climbed out the last time, but the duct beyond was empty and dark.

Someone knocked on the door. "Cleaning!"

It was Nina's voice. Matthias fumbled with the lock, and then she slipped through the doorway.

'Aren't you scared someone might have seen you?" Matthias asked. "There are a hundred people out there."

"Believe me, I'm invisible," Nina said wryly. 'And anyone who wants to check will see I've been loaned from the kitchen to the housecleaning crew." She set down a large bucket full of cleaning solutions, scrub brushes, and rags on the floor. She squirted a stream of ammonia into the toilet, selected a brush, and began scrubbing.

Matthias made a face at the overpowering odor. "Do you have to do that while we're talking?" he asked.

"Yes, I do," Nina said. "They time us. If I don't have this bathroom sparkling clean in ten minutes, I'm in trouble."

"I'll do the sink, then," Matthias said.

Nina handed him his own bottle of noxious chemicals.

"Why did you want to meet?" she asked as they both scrubbed away.

Matthias told her about the immense storehouse of food and his idea that it could be distributed to the hungry.

"Hmm," Nina said.

"Hmm? That's all you can say?" Matthias asked. "The Population Police have food, and people are starving. So let's give it away."

"Matthias, it's not that simple," Nina said. "Where is this warehouse again?"

Matthias told her as best he could.

"Oh," Nina said. "That's a problem."

"Why?"

Nina shook her head, her braids thumping against her thin shoulders.

"Never mind," she said. "I shouldn't have said that."

Matthias pushed his rag against the porcelain so hard, he feared he'd pull the sink from the wall.

"It is simple," Matthias said. "You and me and Trey, we can work together. It'd be like—" He almost said,
like Percy and Alia and me,
but the words stuck in his throat

Nina let the brush fall into the toilet. She stared at Matthias, her eyes wide and distressed.

"Matthias, it's just that... Trey and—and the others ... they don't know you like I do. They're a little bit suspicious, because you've had it so easy ever since you got here. The rest of us are being worked to death, and you're getting your food delivered on trays. And people are saying that you're Tiddy's son or maybe the commander's long-lost grandson. And you haven't been acting like you want to help us with—"

"I lost my friends!" Matthias protested, his voice coming out entirely too loud for someone holding a secret meeting.

"But don't you see?" Nina said, her eyes burning. "We all have—we've either lost someone we loved or left someone behind or been through some terrible experience. Or maybe all of those. But we're going on. That's why we're doing what we're doing, because of what we went through."

"So am I," Matthias muttered. He blinked hard, trying desperately not to break down. Not in front of Nina. Not when she sounded so fierce.

"But what you're telling me now, it's too perfect," Nina said. "It's almost like we're being set up."

Matthias froze. He could feel the harsh chemicals of the cleaning supplies eating into his skin.

"You think I'm lying?" he asked. "Making it all up? I was
there.
I saw the food. I
smelled
it."

His voice was too loud again. Nina winced and glanced anxiously toward the door.

"7 believe you," she said soothingly, her voice a near whisper. "I know you think you're telling me the truth. But if the commander somehow knew about our plot, if he somehow knew you were connected to us, then the perfect way to ruin our plot would be to set up this fake store' house of food, get you to tell us about it, and totally distract us from our goal."