I Am Not Junco Omnibus: Books Four - Six (73 page)

“What’s that, Caleb?”

“That she feels we abandoned her and you perpetuate that lie.”

I chuckle a little and my whole body shakes with it. “Lies are things that are untrue, Caleb.”

He gets up and walks across the sunken living room, then steps up and heads towards the hallway, his boots tapping out a thud on the polished white marble floor. “Walk with me, Tier.”

I growl. “I walk with one man, and you are not him.”

“It’s a figure of speech down here, Tier. Follow me, if you prefer.”

I get up and follow him down the hallway and he stops outside the last room on the right.

Junco’s bedroom door has writing scrawled on it in black marker. It says,
If you wake me up, I’ll make you regret it.

God, I fucking love Junco.

Caleb palms the biometrics and the door opens to reveal her Princess stuff. White canopy bed dressed up in purple, pink, and unicorns.

I can’t help it, I laugh. It makes me happy to picture her and HOUSE in here conspiring against Subjack and being all sorts of ornery.

“See!” Caleb says with a bright smile. “It makes you happy, right? Is this the bedroom of a girl who was abandoned?”

I take it in for real now. She’s got a fuzzy bean-filled chair on the corner, shelves filled with picture books, a long rectangle board suspended from the ceiling by cables and covered in an authentic Persian carpet, and trophies everywhere.

It looks, I have to reluctantly admit, like a normal human bedroom for a spoiled little rich girl.

“She had a barn filled with ponies, a father who protected her and loved her fiercely. A mother who excused herself from the program, just so she didn’t have to witness her only child being made to kill. Junco had a piano in the living room to keep her sickness at bay, she was guarded by soldiers her entire life, she was well-trained, regardless of the methods used. She was loved, Tier. And she thinks we simply left her here.”

“Well, Caleb,” I say with a sort of half-laugh. “Yer entitled to yer perspective and Junco is entitled to hers. I’m not callin’ ya a liar, or saying ya never cared for her, because I have no information on that. But Junco felt abandoned. So it doesn’t matter if ya never meant it. She gets to feel that. She’s allowed to feel that. And it’s not yer place to tell her that she’s wrong.”

“And I’m entitled to tell her our perspective, Tier.”

I open my mouth to talk, but he puts a hand up. “No, wait. I’m not done. She is God’s Swan Princess. She is. And this room proves it. She is His Princess. He loves her, Tier. And you, of all people, understand that. Because you are the only other living thing in this system that unconditionally loves a father who will throw you to the prairie lions in the end. How is His love for Junco different from Lucan’s love for you?”

He waits for me to answer but I can only sigh.

“How?” he continues. “Tell me how? Because if we win and she makes it to the other side intact, I want her to be happy. I’ll be here with her. And I want her to be able to let you go and be happy. I know you’re going to see her soon. Very soon. She’s on her way out of the Pillar as we speak. And when you do, just remember that she will live on. So I’m begging you, my Father is
begging
you, give her what she needs. Tell her to be happy, to let you go, to move on with those of us who remain behind. Because she deserves that, Tier. She deserves her happy ending.”

I walk over to the photo book on the table next to the bed. This is all fake, or copied. Because I have this photo album back on Amelia in my own room at the 039. I open it to the second to the last page. To the picture I loved the most. It’s a teenage Junco. Fifteen years old from the caption underneath the image. And she’s dressed up in this really, and I mean really, ugly fucking costume. I smile just looking at it. Ruffles in green. Green. I can only shake my head.

But it’s not the outfit, or the horse she’s sitting on, or the giant trophy she balances on her thigh that makes me love this picture. It’s her smile. Because in this picture everything Caleb just said is true. She is loved. She is a princess. She is whole, and confident, and she shines. She shines with the glow of happiness. Secure in the knowledge that her world is good.

“Don’t you want her to be like that again, Tier?” Caleb says from directly behind me. “Don’t you want her to feel that again?”

“What do ya want from me, Caleb? Spell it out.” I put the album back on the table and turn around to face him again.

“Just an opportunity when she comes out of that Pillar, like I asked for back on Sargassum. Just an opportunity to tell her we’ve been here for her this whole time. And I want you, Tier. I want you to tell her. Just tell her He loves her. Just tell her that. And make her believe it. And once she does, please, let her go. Let her go so she can do her job and be OK with it if we win.”

“And what will ya promise me, if I let her go?”

“Do you want to renounce your gift?” His eyebrows shoot up, like he’s feeling hopeful.

“No, Caleb. I’m keeping my gift.”

He turns away and sighs. “So you see why this is so important, then? You will leave, she will be left behind. You must,
must
release her.”

I nod. “OK.”

“OK?” He laughs a little. “OK… well, that wasn’t as hard as I expected.”

I look him in the eye. “I love her, Caleb. I’d do anything to make her happy.
Anything
.”

“And I’m to reward you for that, Tier. Understand? It’s a fair trade. You help her, let go so she will follow her order, and we will turn her back.”

“How?” I say, shocked.

“We have a way. She will still be High Order genetically, but we can turn her physically back so she feels like herself again. It’s difficult, these anatomical changes. The last morph upset her because she couldn’t find herself in that body. I’ve set it up already. Sera is in charge. But only if Junco completes her mission and you complete yours. If you two don’t do your jobs, none of that will matter.”

“And that’s it? She completes her job and I complete mine? That’s a given, is it not?”

“Hardly!” he laughs. “Hardly.”

“It’s a deal. And I have a message from Lucan for you. He gave it to me weeks ago, said I’d see you on a day after I came back from hell. Since time’s running out and I was down in a raging hot tunnel in the Earth today, I’ll take this as the time and place.” I reach into my pants pocket and pull out the little envelope, then hand it over.

“A wax-sealed letter? How archaic.”

“What can I say, Lucan’s a traditional guy. He said to have you read it out loud so there’s no misunderstanding.”

Caleb breaks the wax seal on the envelope and unfolds the parchment. “It says,
I, Lucan of the High Order, grant Caleb, crosser of His Bridge, Selia Manchen for services rendered. Raubtier Aves, my High Commander, will secure her and place her in his possession
.”

I snatch the paper and read it for myself. “This is not possible, she belongs to Ashur.”

Caleb is almost giddy with excitement. “She belongs to me now. I’d like her to be brought here, if that’s OK?”

I hand him the paper back and answer cautiously. “What do I care? I’ll be dead. Ashur will probably be dead too, and he’s damned, so what does it matter?” I stop to let my next request sink in. “I’ll bring her. But you will do me one favor.”

“What?” he asks, suspicious of me since things have gone so well.

“I’ll give up my position.”

He narrows his eyes.

“But let me transfer it to someone else. Our brother, Ashur. Let me give it to Ashur.”

Caleb huffs out some air. “Why should Ashur cross when I can’t?”

“Because I’m owed and I want to save him instead of myself. Just let me fade away. I just want to die. I’m tired, Caleb. And even though I told ya eternity is a long time and my blood will wash away eventually, I’m not sure I can wait that long. Let me give it to Ashur.”

He’s shaking his head. “I can’t get permission for that. You know the Bridge is closed. Lucan’s been taken. They are here. I can’t go ask.”

“Then exercise executive privilege, Caleb. I know ya have it, just as I do. When I speak, I speak for Lucan. When you speak to me, you speak to Lucan. If I can speak for Lucan, you can speak for Him. Speak now. Let Ashur cross.”

He wavers.

“He is faithful and good, Caleb. Far, far more deserving than I am.”

He winces because he knows that’s true.

“He is worthy, Caleb. He’s loyal, and just, and truthful, and he follows all the rules.”

He sighs and I know I’ve won.

“OK, you can transfer the gift. But he must be present when you do it.”

“So I just say what?
I
,
Tier Aves, one true son of Lucan, pass my gift to cross the Bridge of Life to you
. Is that what I should say?”

Caleb nods. “Yeah, that should work.” He looks at me for a long second and then smiles. “Will you go get Selia? I’d like to see her before the war.”

I nod. “I’ll be back.”

And then I port out of there before he realizes the significance of the gift he just gave me and tries to rescind.

Chapter Eighteen—ANNUN

Sagitta Building
–
Dallas

“I’m not sure I like you,” John Hando says as we walk up the stairs to meet the twin AIs in front of the Sagitta Building.

“Yeah?” I reply. “What’d I ever do to you?”

“Those two”—he motions to the freaks—“are considered friends. Be nice. No insults this time. They heard all that shit you and Tier talked the last time we came.”

“I can be nice,” I say, a little offended. I’m like the fucking leader of the avian or some shit like that. Sorta. I’m pretty sure Ashur would kick my ass if I actually tried to claim that title, but he’s not here.

Web steps forward to meet us, his cordial attitude and put-together appearance in stark contrast to the disfigured face and untidy clothes of his female twin who is now her own entity instead of Web’s backside.

Which is just weird.

But I’m nothing if not adaptable. When Web gets close I offer my hand like a human. “Hey, Web. Wassup?”

Web ignores it, but suddenly Deb is there in her new body. It’s still deformed, but at least it only has one face. She grabs my hand firmly. She gives me the warrior version of a human handshake and it sorta gives me the creeps. She mumbles out a string of syllables, but to my ears it sounds like she said,
Purple dogs bark at midnight
. I’m not sure if Earth dogs come in purple, but I am pretty confident that’s not what she said, so I just nod and smile.

“See,” I tell Hand. “Being nice.”

He and Web turn and continue towards the building. Deb latches herself to my arm like we’re on a date or something. I just look straight ahead. At least she doesn’t smell. Things could be worse. “Oh,” I say, a stray thought putting in an appearance. “Dude, Hand, tell me, brother, we don’t need to go up to that floor where the AI bodies are, do we? I’ll stay downstairs, if so. I can’t, man, I just can’t. That shit was—”

“Annun, please. That’s their floor too.”

“Oh.” I look over at my date. “Sorry, Deb.”

“Purpledogsbarkatmidnight.”

“Yeah, I got that last time.”

Web opens the little door like he did last time, and we all go through single file. Again. Man, it really woulda been so much more efficient if fucking Hando had let us in on the Iliana thing last time we were here. We coulda been done with this shit this afternoon.

We don’t take the elevator to the AI floor, we take the one across the lobby that goes to the top. After we enter, Hando flashes his biometrics, waits for the blood pull, then steps back next to me to lean against the wall as we ascend.

The is no little ding at each floor, thank God, but there is one when we arrive at our destination. My stomach does a little roll inside and I get a little nervous about what might be up here. So far, the Sagitta Building has been full of surprises. I’m guessing it’s piled high with them and that’s why it’s on constant lockdown, so I’m prepared for just about anything.