Terminal Point (15 page)

“About fucking time,” Fahad said, shaking his head. “One more week in this place and I'd have gone mad. Been here three months too long.”

“You get used to it,” Zahara said.

“To the dark, yeah. But to the cold? Never.”

Fahad and his two assistants left the room, followed by Novak and Everett. Samantha leveled her brother a cool look as she let Kristen go. The empath trailed after the humans, tapping at her recently set and swollen nose with one finger.

And when we're finished?
Samantha said between them alone.

I'll find you,
Lucas said.

It was a threat as much as it was a promise. Samantha left without a backward glance. Matron spat on the ground in her wake.

“Your sisters ain't got your back, Lucas,” Matron said.

“I have them, which is all I'm concerned about,” Lucas replied. “Korman, I want you to consolidate your work on the virus-carrying nanites, then prep your operating room. Jason needs to familiarize himself with the virus, and Quinton is going to need replacements for his biotubes. Matron, go help him.”

Korman and Matron left the room. Kerr looked around at everyone who remained and said, “Got something to say you didn't want anyone else to hear?”

No one missed how Lucas glanced at Threnody. Quinton sighed. “Thren, you keeping secrets again?”

“Wasn't a secret Lucas shared until last night,” Threnody said.

“Is that where he got the swollen lip?” Jason asked.

“As amusing as this conversation is, we've got business to discuss,” Lucas said. “Tomorrow, Jason is going to teleport Threnody and Kerr to the Strykers Syndicate and retrieve my daughter.”

Jason gaped at him. “I'm going to—what?”

“You have a daughter?” Quinton said.

“She's not born yet,” Threnody said calmly, the only one other than Lucas who wasn't shocked by the announcement. “Lucas, I thought we'd get more time?”

“We can't afford to stay our hand. I want my daughter, Threnody. I trust you to get her for me.”

“Who's the mother?” Kerr asked.

“Ciari.” All three men glared at Lucas, who only shook his head. “It didn't happen like that. I didn't rape her.”

“You wouldn't need to. You'd just have to mindwipe her.”

“Shockingly enough, we discussed this issue as adults.”

Kerr grimaced. “Ciari got brought before the World Court. How do you even know the fetus is alive?”

Lucas touched a finger to his jaw. “As Threnody so thoroughly pointed out last night, Ciari wouldn't risk her own child. Given the chance to save her, Ciari would take it. I have to believe that.”

Maybe it was the quiet way he said the words. Maybe it was the faint hint of uncertainty in Lucas's voice when he had only ever been arrogantly assured. Either way, the Strykers didn't argue. Plans weren't set in stone and even Lucas wasn't immune to chance, despite Aisling's orders.

“We won't kill fellow Strykers,” Threnody said.

“You handle this mission as you like, so long as you don't return empty-handed.”

“I'm going with them,” Quinton said.

Lucas shook his head. “You're getting biotubes put in tonight and you'll need a bit of recovery afterward. Jason can only help so much with that.”

“Then put me in a biotank. I'm not staying behind.”

Threnody stepped closer to her partner, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Quinton, no. Don't argue. I'm planning this mission, so you don't have to worry about me, okay? Things will work out.”

If it were Lucas pressing the issue, Quinton would have argued. With Threnody giving the order, he kept his mouth shut. Shaking his head angrily, Quinton left the lab. Threnody gave the microtelekinetic a pointed look and Jason reluctantly followed Quinton.

Then it was just the three of them. Lucas picked up his datapad. “I need to show you something.”

Threnody and Kerr approached with slow steps. Lucas tapped at the datapad for a few seconds before handing it to Threnody. Kerr looked over her shoulder, both of them staring down at the screen with its listing of encrypted files and several hundred names. The one highlighted was her own. The one above hers was Lucas's. More names were listed after hers. Carefully, she tapped the icon beside her name, and a command window popped up, asking for a password.

“What is this?” Threnody said.

Lucas leaned back and braced himself against the table. “Aisling.”

Both Threnody and Kerr shot Lucas identical incredulous looks. He met their stares without blinking. Weeks on the run, following where he led, told them this wasn't a joke. Lucas didn't have a sense of humor.

“What's the password?”

Lucas shrugged. “I don't have it. That's your file, Threnody. Only you can unlock it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Type in the password. You know it, whether you realize it or not.”

Threnody stared down at the datapad, studying the blank command window. She raised a finger to the keypad image, but didn't touch the screen. “What if you don't like what it reveals?”

Lucas shrugged one shoulder, but the tension in his body was impossible to miss. “It doesn't matter.”

“Lucas.”

“Threnody.
It doesn't matter
.” When she looked up at him, he held her gaze. “I'm not going to ruin what Aisling started. Maybe someone else will, or did, but it's not going to be me, and it's not going to be here. Not this time. I'll follow what she says, like I always have. Even if I don't like it.”

He gave Threnody a strained, lopsided smile. “She told me to find you and you've been a right pain in the arse, Threnody. But I'm listening.”

Threnody nodded slowly, then tapped out a string of numbers that represented the date of the first time Quinton was introduced as her field partner. The first time she got someone she could call family after becoming a soldier, even if it was only in the deepest part of her mind.

It was a wild guess, but the encrypted file unlocked. Opened. Began to play.

The camera was focused on a small table in a white room, with a woman on one end and a child hooked to machines on the other. The caption pinned to a corner gave a date and a location that made Threnody swallow hard. Kerr sucked in a sharp breath. In the room, the child turned her head to stare at the camera, and the image magnified on its own until bleached-out violet eyes were staring directly at them.

“Hello, Threnody,” Aisling said over the sharp whine of machines.

Threnody almost dropped the datapad, too shocked to make sense of what she held in her hands. Kerr steadied her grip with his own hand, the pair of them looking at Lucas with horror in their eyes. Lucas stared them down, his gaze unwavering.

“She'll tell you what she wants,” Lucas said. “And we'll listen.”

It wasn't what they expected.

That didn't mean the knowledge hurt any less or that they had the right to walk away.

 

FIFTEEN

SEPTEMBER 2379
TORONTO, CANADA

“Are we really doing this?” Jason asked. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, shaking his head. “Are we really going to break in to the Strykers Syndicate and steal some unborn baby we can't be certain is even there?”

“I don't like it any more than you do, but it needs to be done,” Kerr said. “How's Quinton?”

“He made it through the surgery without any problems. Threnody's with him right now.” Jason rolled his eyes. “I told her I sped up the recovery time, but she didn't believe me.”

“She believed you. She just wanted to see him for herself.”

The two were in the station's small cafeteria, eating one last ration bar before they started their mission. They no longer wore skinsuits beneath their clothing. They couldn't carry any trace of their recent activities with them to Canada. They wore clothes borrowed from Matron's scavengers, all of them black, none of it traceable to a single environment. They carried no physical weapons, forced to rely on their powers alone for this mission.

The amount of downtime everyone had managed to grab wasn't enough to bring any of them up to full strength, but they were healing. Since leaving Buffalo they'd been eating as much as they could, sleeping whenever they got a chance, just trying to mentally heal enough so they wouldn't collapse under the stress. As if being forced to fight Strykers all over again wasn't stressful enough.

“For the record, I still don't like it,” Jason said.

“For the record,” Threnody said from behind him, “I don't care.”

She sat down in a chair and Jason handed over a ration bar without asking. “How'd Quinton take being left behind?”

Threnody tore open the ration bar and took a bite. “He's not happy about it.”

“You know he said he'd kill us if you came back with so much as a scratch? After all the effort I went through to boost his healing, that's the thanks I get.”

“Thank you,” Threnody said, the quiet sincerity in her voice impossible to miss. “I know it can't be easy to work on any of us. How are you holding up?”

“I'm hungry all the damn time and I've had more headaches since my shields came down than I did all last year. At the rate the side effects are growing, I'll need to start limiting use of my microtelekinesis if I want to live through the next few years.”

“I told Lucas we needed more rest, but he's right. We're not going to get what we need until this is over, and waiting helps no one.”

“Have you decided where you want to go in?” Kerr said, leaning back in his chair.

“Medical level,” Threnody said.

“Logical. If Ciari took care of the baby before going in front of the World Court, then she probably had Jael do the extraction procedure.”

“Her lab.” Threnody kept talking around her food. “That's where the gestational unit has to be. Jael wouldn't risk leaving it unsecured where anyone could tamper with it.”

“I can't teleport into her lab. That space changes all the time,” Jason said.

“I know. I'll settle for the arrival room on the medical level.”

“Her lab is halfway across that floor,” Kerr said. “It's going to be a hard run to get there.”

“I'm hoping we won't be doing a lot of fighting. It's the medical level. There's bound to be Strykers recuperating from Buffalo. I doubt they're up to our strength right now, crappy as it is, and I doubt everyone else would be willing to fight us around the injured. They don't have Jason and we're not aiming to kill anyone.”

“Kind of sick of being the answer to everyone's problems,” Jason said. “Kind of sick at the thought of using Strykers as human shields.”

“We don't have a choice.”

“I know. Briefing over?”

Threnody tossed her wrapper on the table and stood up. “Yeah. It's over.”

“Quicker than the meeting yesterday. I like that.”

Kerr and Jason got to their feet. Kerr pulled them both into a psi link with his telepathy even as Jason wrapped them in his telekinesis. Taking a breath, Jason visualized a place he hadn't seen in weeks but would never forget, and teleported out.

They arrived in a room that was at once familiar and not, the stark white walls of the place manned by Strykers wearing black-on-black BDUs. A telepath and telekinetic were on duty, nowhere near Kerr's or Jason's strength, but strong enough to shield against both men long enough for one to initiate an alarm.

“Let's go,” Threnody said.

She jumped off the platform and ran for the door. It had locked at the first sound of the alarm, but that wasn't going to stop them. Threnody slammed her hand against the control panel, short-circuiting the door with her power. Jason wrenched it open telekinetically, and then they were in a hallway, racing past rooms that housed recuperating Strykers. Nurses, surgeons, and psi surgeons were scattered throughout the hall, none of them knowing what to make of the alarm going off. Only when they saw the three former Strykers marked for death did they figure it out.

An intense telepathic strike rammed into Threnody's mind, deflected by Kerr's shields, but she still felt the near miss reverberate through her thoughts. She stumbled, Jason grabbing for her with one hand to keep her steady.

If you kill even one Stryker, you won't leave this city tower alive,
Jael snarled into their minds on a wide public 'path.
Stand down.

Sorry, can't do that,
Threnody said, letting the words sit at the very edge of her public mind for Jael to hear them.
We've got our orders.

And we have ours.

Behind them came the crack of displaced air from a teleport, one right after the other. What felt like ropes of telekinesis wrapped around the three, searching for a way to hold them. Jason slammed his power through the foreign telekinesis and broke through easily enough, clearing their path.

Up ahead, a heavy security door blocked the way, with two Strykers standing before it. They didn't carry any guns, but they didn't have to. The fire that burned near one teenager's hand was warning enough. He sent it in a controlled wave at them, blocking their view of the hall as it covered Jason's telekinetic shields completely.

Kerr focused his telepathy on the two Strykers. A telepathic strike cut cleanly through their shields and he knocked them unconscious. The fire faded; their problems didn't. Threnody skidded against the security door, slamming one hand on the control panel. Electricity sparked and popped beneath her palm, frying the system. Jason again telekinetically wrenched the door open.

They immediately got another faceful of fire that couldn't make it past Jason's shields. More 'path-oriented Strykers were gathering, slamming their individual powers against Kerr's shields. They weren't merged, but they didn't need to be. Against anyone else, the initial attacks would have shattered their defense. But the Strykers didn't know that Kerr's and Jason's Classifications had changed.