Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits (40 page)

“Oh. Right.” Zoey looked around, “Can we … call a cab or something?”

Will said, “Hold on, I'll grab a car.” Will pulled out his phone, glanced around, and tapped some controls.

A random hatchback that happened to be driving up the parking garage ramp at that moment swerved off its path, heading directly toward Zoey while the wide-eyed woman behind the wheel wondered what in the hell was going on. The driver's-side door flipped open all on its own, then the car power slid toward Zoey, flinging the driver out of the door and sending her tumbling onto the pavement.

Will said, “Get in.”

Zoey stared at the car, then down at the middle-aged woman lying stunned on the ground.

Zoey ran for the car, looking back and saying, “I'm so sorry, I'm going to buy this car for five million dollars, I'll send the money tonight. I'm so sorry—”

All three of them piled in and the car spun out and flew down the ramp with abandon. They emerged into traffic to find the streets were bedlam—sirens and screams and people standing stupidly in the streets to record the collapse aftermath. The hijacked car weaved around rubberneckers and even bumped up onto the sidewalk, carrying them away from the scene of the disaster, emergency vehicles whooshing past in the other direction. Soon they were out in the suburbs and into Beaver Heights. And there, all was placid calm—this was where city problems simply … stopped. And then there was the gate of the Casa and the grounds with its stupid tiger enclosure.

Carlton opened the giant front doors and Zoey stumbled through, unable to feel her legs. Wu rushed to meet her, said some things that she didn't really hear, then started hurrying around talking about security, and locking down the grounds. Then Echo and Will were there and they sounded very frantic and very busy and soon they went off to presumably ready the Casa de Zoey to fend off an invasion of Molech's enhanced monsters. Zoey just shuffled past them, in a daze.

Will was talking to her now, he told her that her mother was fine, that she was at the police station in Fort Drayton but that they needed to get her away, to some place safe. He was talking about options and professionals Budd worked with who could make people disappear, and how they needed to act soon before Molech sent someone else after her. But Zoey just kept walking past him, across the foyer, past the gigantic Christmas tree where some member of the house staff was now up on a ladder fixing a string of dead lights, the poor bastard lucky enough to think he still lived in a world in which such things mattered. Zoey sat on the bottom stair of the grand staircase, put her head between her legs, and tried not to pass out.

Will stopped talking. Carlton was there now, and was asking if she needed water, or a doctor, or if he should draw her a bath. All these people, buzzing around her like bees the moment she walked in through the door. She just wanted them to go away. She couldn't hear them behind the pulsing roar of her own blood pumping through her ears. She was sweating, her heart was racing, her whole body trembling.

She saw Armando, face like a wax dummy, sprawled on the floor.

She saw the look of terrible realization in her mother's face when she became sure she was about to be buried alive, for the first time realizing that death was a real thing that could happen to her. She saw the cruel, dumb joy on Molech's face when he realized he had the power of a god. Because Zoey had given it to him.

Zoey looked and saw a pair of yellow eyes were now staring back at her. There was a meow, and Stench Machine sat down between her knees and Zoey pressed her face into his. There was silence and she didn't know if everyone had left, or if Will and Wu and Echo and Carlton were all just standing there, waiting for her to come around. She didn't care.

After a calculated few minutes, shoes clicked toward her and somehow she knew from the robot pace that it was Will. He stood over her like a statue, in silence, for an excruciating period of time before he surprised her by sitting on the step next to her.

Finally he said, “This, all of this, is what I was trying to avoid.”

She screamed at him. “DID YOU KNOW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN? Did you know, and let it happen anyway, you dead-eyed fucking
robot
?”

“Did I know that Armando would get shot while swinging into a top-floor window and that Molech would emerge from amputation surgery with the ability to knock the building to the ground
with me inside of it
? No, Zoey, I did not. Did I know that this plan had a really good chance of going wrong? Yes, and I said as much.”

Zoey let her head sink back between her knees, deflated.

She muttered, “I'm just going to go. I should have done that the first night. I'll take some money and my cat and I'll just disappear, I'll change my name and go to some foreign country. Me and my mom, we'll take enough money to start over.”

“That's your choice.”

“Shut up. Don't talk to me anymore. I don't have to listen to you, so I'm not going to. There's nothing inside you but gears and numbers. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to forget I ever met you.”

Will let out a breath and that was as much as she got from him as a response. They sat there for a while on the steps, Zoey with her eyes closed, stroking her cat.

Softly, Will said, “Arthur Livingston … was family to me. He was your father by biology, but he was like a father to me in life. We had been through more together than you can imagine. What happened to Armando … I know what it's like because I've watched people die in front of me, over and over. But you knew him for three days. I spent fifteen years side by side with your father. Only now, do you understand the state of mind the rest of us were in when you arrived on the scene.”

She didn't answer.

Will continued, “When I kept telling you that you didn't understand the situation, I was never insulting you. I was giving you information.”

“No, I get it now. I do. I'm not … I'm not up to this, I never was. I'm just trailer trash, just like you thought when you saw me. I'm not one of your Suits, or whatever. I'm not a hero.”

Wu passed and said he had dispatched drones to watch the surrounding ten blocks for approaching monstrosities, and that he was prepping the armored sedan for an emergency getaway, should they come. He hurried off.

Will said to Zoey, “You are what you were raised to be. If you'd been raised in an exclusive prep school with private tutors and high-achiever friends, you'd be something different. Arthur could have given you all of that, but instead he spent the money on collectible cars and high-roller suites and very expensive, disposable women.”

“Yep, if I'd had all that training I could have grown up to be just like you. Sad.”

“I'm saying, Zoey, that Arthur failed you. And you're a walking reminder of what kind of man he could be at times. And you showed up right when he passed and that wasn't the reminder I needed just then. But none of this is your fault.”

Zoey looked over at the security monitor by the door and said, “Is Molech coming? Will he come here and tear this place apart?”

“Sooner or later. Not right now, I don't think.”

“How do you know?”

“If I understand Molech, he knows the collapse of Livingston Tower is the headline and he'll want to let that play. Level the Casa now and it'll be back-page news. But Molech is coming. He'll come for you. He'll come for me. He'll come to make a statement. If you're going to go, go now.”

Zoey forced herself to stand. She picked up Stench Machine and dragged herself up the stairs, feeling like she was trying to summit Everest, figuring that at least packing wouldn't take long. She made it to her room and started stuffing dirty clothes into her suitcase. Soft steps approached in the hall, and she turned to see Wu standing there. He had a new katana on his back, exactly like the previous two.

Zoey said, “Sorry, but your employment won't last long. By tonight, I intend to be somewhere far away from this nightmare.”

“I am sorry about what happened. I know you had a relationship with Armando.”

“I only knew him for a few days, but yeah. Were you friends?”

“We worked together for three years, off and on.”

“Oh. I'm sorry. I should have said sorry first, in fact. This is my fault, I sent him and I should have known.”

“No. When you were around Armando, you felt what you felt because he was a man who lived as one willing to die. If he had wished to get fat in front of a desk and then rot in a nursing home, he would have done that instead. Ultimately, Zoey, you'll find that we all get what we want. Regardless of whether or not we like it when we get it.”

“Did you get any of the gadgets, like Armando had? Are there any super powers you're hiding from me?”

He smiled. “I am afraid not. I do not trust myself with more power than what the universe has seen fit to grant me. Does your cat travel in the suitcase?”

“What? No. Stench Machine, get out of there. You're getting hair all over everything.”

She zipped up the suitcase, hoisted the cat, and turned to see Carlton in the hall behind Wu.

“All right,” she said, thinking. “Let's see. The lady who's car I stole to get here, I need you to give her five million dollars.” She turned to Wu. “I need a driver, to get me someplace safe, someplace far away. Do you do that?”

“Mr. Billingsley is actually making arrangements for you and your mother both. Will told him the situation.”

“I'm sure he did.”

She pushed past Wu, wheeling her suitcase into the hall. She found Will on the stairs and said, “What now?”

“Livingston's cars are all identifiable. Budd is going to bring a new vehicle. And I mean literally a new one, one we're buying, as we speak. That will get you to Salt Lake. Arthur's private jet will take off from there, but it will be empty. A decoy. At the same time you'll get on a charter flight to another city where you'll meet your mother. The two of you will go through a … process, with Budd's people, to erase your trail. Once he's satisfied, you and your mother can fly out together.”

As he talked, he was already on his way down the hall toward the library, and its secret garage entrance. She followed, and Wu followed her.

Zoey said, “Fly out? To where?”

Will glanced back. “You're asking me? Go someplace where they have a beach, I don't know. Figure out what you want to do with the rest of your life.”

He pulled the not-so-secret book on the shelf and the four of them—Will, Wu, Zoey, and Stench Machine—descended to the garage. A moment later they strode out among Arthur's collection of obscenely expensive cars, and made it a point to say nothing to each other until they heard the hum of the two doors in the garage's airlock security system. Zoey tensed up, ready to be ambushed by some mechanical monstrosity, but it was the black panel truck she'd seen parked in the garage earlier, backing in. It stopped, the rear door scrolled up and twin ramps slid to the floor. A small, deep blue BMW rolled out.

Budd emerged from the driver's seat of the truck and said, “Don't reckon I got you much of a deal, didn't have time to haggle and the salesman could smell it.”

“It's a cute car.” That was important, Zoey thought, since there was a significant chance it would also serve as her coffin.

“Now, it's a convertible, which normally is a big no-no security-wise but, honestly, if these guys catch you I don't think it's gonna matter what you're drivin'. San Marino Blue, reckoned it matched the streaks in your hair.”

“Oh. Ha. I'm dying that out the first chance I get but still, I like it. Thank you.”

“Well, I paid for it with your money, so don't thank me too much.”

Wu sat in the BMW, and appeared to be familiarizing himself with the controls.

Budd said, “I don't know if Will told you, but I'm going along, make sure you and your momma get to safety.”

“You have to do that yourself?”

“It's better. You got to understand, making people disappear ain't so easy when you've got millions of cameras attached to millions of Team Molech rodents, all eager to report back to him. I got a network of folks who do this kind of thing and we'll get her done, don't you worry. Lot of stops and changeovers, you might have to hide inside a barrel or two. Then once we're at the safehouse, we'll go to work on you. Blink works on facial recognition, so my boys will have to make some … changes. But soon enough you'll put all this nonsense in your rearview.”

“What, like plastic surgery?”

“Plus voice alterations, got an acting coach to give you some new mannerisms—sometimes we'll even swap out the race of the target, if we can get them to agree. But you got to understand, even if we get you to a country where they don't have Blink yet, it won't stay that way for long. The only way to keep you safe—”

“Is to turn me into a completely different person?”

“You're only twenty-two. Trust me, in ten years you'd be a completely different person anyway.”

While Zoey let that sink in, Budd hurried off toward the elevator. Zoey and Will were left alone.

Zoey considered for a moment. “Wait a second. Why were you in the building?”

“What building?”

“You know what I'm asking. Why were you in Livingston Tower when it started collapsing? You and Echo were both waiting outside, that was the plan. Why'd you come in after me?”

“You heard Arthur's will. You die, the estate gets donated to the Mormons or, whatever it was.”

“Wow. That's the first really bad lie I've heard you tell. You want me to believe it was easier to race to the top of a skyscraper and attempt an escape from a collapsing building in
a helicopter you don't know how to fly
, than to hire some lawyers to hash out Arthur's assets?”