Reboot (29 page)

I followed Tony into the kitchen, gesturing for Addie to come as well. The humans were at the table, sitting on the counter, standing in clumps, and they all stopped talking when we walked in.

“Tonight or not at all,” Tony said. He put a hand on my shoulder and I jumped, bumping into Addie. “That’s Wren’s deal.”

“Good,” Desmond said. “No deal. Dumb idea anyway; let’s all go home.”

Tony shot him a look and Desmond sighed, leaning back against the wall and muttering to himself. Then they were all talking at once again, and Tony held up his hands.

“Hey!” he yelled. “Just calm down for a second. What are the absolute essentials? What has to happen for us to pull this off?”

“You have to take out the power so they can get in unseen,” a short, balding man piped up.

“But you said there were backup generators,” Addie said.

“There are,” the human replied. “But they take a minute, and you have a much better chance of getting in while the power is out.”

“Right,” Tony said. “You could probably get into the building before the power kicked on again.”

“We’d need to unlock the Reboots’ rooms first, right?” Addie asked. “They’ll all be locked in that time of night.”

“Yes,” Desmond said. “Control room on the fourth floor, and there will be armed guards in there. I’d suggest you go together to unlock them. Then Addie can run up to eight to get the Reboots out and Wren can go to the medical labs on seven.”

“And where are we all going to go once we escape?” I asked. “Are we just running and hoping for the best?”

Desmond let out a long, exaggerated sigh to let us know how he felt about that idea.

“Suggestion, Des?” Tony asked with a half smile.

“They can’t just run,” he said, throwing up his arms in annoyance. “Even if some of them make it, HARC will jump in their shuttles and kill half of them from the sky.”

“Good point,” Addie said, chewing on her lip. “Can we disable the shuttles?”

“If we have a few volunteers willing to do that, yes,” Tony said. “We could sneak in the garage and mess with the engines enough to at least delay them. We’d have to move fast, but I think we’d get most of them.”

The shuttles. HARC had big shuttles, transport shuttles they usually used to move large groups of human criminals around. It was hundreds of miles to the Reboot reservation, but if we got our hands on a few of those, we’d be there in a matter of hours.

“What if we just took the shuttles?” I asked.

“Sorry?” Tony asked.

“How hard are they to drive? What if we took a couple big ones, like the transport ones, and just flew out of there?”

“Uh . . . well, you could, I suppose,” Tony said. “They’re not hard to pilot. I could probably draw you guys a diagram and we could have a quick lesson. I imagine you’d crash on landing, but that’s not really a concern for Reboots.”

“Do they have a GPS tracking system?” Addie asked.

“Yeah. Not hard to remove, though. I could do it by the time y’all were ready to go.” His eyes darted around the room. “I’ll need help, though.”

The silence ticked by and Desmond crossed his arms over his chest with a frown. The rest of the humans seemed intent on avoiding my gaze, except for Gabe, who was lounging against the wall next to a blond guy who looked about our age.

“I’ll help,” Gabe said.

Tony scrunched his face up like he was going to object, but the blond boy interjected before he could. “Come on. You said we couldn’t go in the building. You never said anything about the garage.”

Desmond snorted. “You did say that.”

Tony rolled his eyes and gave the guys an amused look. “Fine. Gabe and Zeke, you’ll be with me.” He turned to Desmond. “Are you up for cutting the power? You could do it from several blocks away.”

“Yeah. I’ll do it.” He wasn’t thrilled about it, though.

“Okay.” Tony clapped his hands together. “Good. I’ve got a guy bringing us the schematic of the building, so we’ll go over that when he gets here. Do you two want to rest or anything? Food, maybe?”

My stomach jumped at the mere mention of food. “Food would be great if you have any.”

“Sure thing,” he said, pointing to the table. “Have a seat.”

Addie and I sat down at the kitchen table and most of the humans cleared out, going to sit in the living room or disappearing out the back door on errands. I kept a watch on Callum’s door, but no one went near it.

Tony put sandwiches in front of Addie and me. The bread was soft and fresh, the bean spread and vegetables inside delicious. He seemed pleased as I took giant bites, and I managed a thank-you in between chewing.

“You are very welcome. That one on the counter is for Callum if you want to bring it to him later.” He put a couple glasses of water on the table and headed for the humans in the living room. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Weird,” Addie muttered, shooting me a confused look.

“Right?”
Let him know if we needed anything?
Bizarre. “You don’t think they’re up to something, do you?”

She shook her head. “No. My dad wouldn’t have led us into a trap.” She twisted around and frowned at the humans. “I think they actually want to help us.”

I turned and followed her gaze to where Tony and Desmond were standing, heads close together as they talked.

“I think they mostly want to help themselves,” I said quietly. “But I’ll take it.”

ADDIE DECIDED TO REST AFTER LUNCH, SO TONY LET HER HAVE his room and suggested I take a nap as well. I declined. There was no way I would be able to sleep, not with Callum tied up in the other room and my stomach in knots.

Instead I headed down the hallway with Callum’s sandwich and peeked inside the guest room. He was on his side, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. His arms and legs were still bound.

“Is that uncomfortable?” I asked, crossing the room and putting the plate on the nightstand. “I can untie you while you eat if you want.”

He didn’t respond, so I knelt down next to the bed and ran my fingers into his hair. “Callum.”

He didn’t move an inch. His eyes were empty, and when I waved my hand in front of his face he didn’t even blink.

What if it was already too late? What if we’d already missed the window?

My heart was beating too loudly now. It was pounding in my ears, the only sound in the quiet room.

“Callum.” My voice was desperate as I shook his shoulder. The bed creaked under his weight as I shifted him.

Nothing.

That stare that saw nothing was too awful. I shook him harder, repeating his name as the ache in my chest grew. Tears were on my cheeks before I realized I was going to cry, and I pressed my hand to my mouth to stifle a sob. It came anyway, echoing through the bedroom, followed quickly by another. I’d thought of crying as a release, but the tears were almost painful. I wanted to stuff them back inside. My body refused to listen.

I let go of his shoulder and sank down on the floor. Maybe I should have run to get Tony or Addie and ask them if he was okay, but I was too scared. I didn’t want them to give me that sympathetic look again.

“Wren?”

My head popped up at the sound of Callum’s voice. He blinked at me, his brow lowered as he twisted his hands against the ropes.

“What’s wrong?”

I leaped onto the bed and untied his hands in seconds, pressing my head into his neck as he wrapped his arms around me. He nuzzled his cheek against my skin, his warm breath tickling my neck.

“I’m sorry,” I said, taking a deep breath.

“You don’t have to apologize for crying.”

“No, for all of this. For letting you attack that human and for breaking you out at a really terrible time. I should have checked first. I knew they were doing this to Under-sixties and I didn’t even think to check.”

“Yes,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement, “next time you risk your life saving me, could you please do proper planning beforehand? This is just unacceptable.”

I laughed, hugging him tightly with one arm.

“You don’t need to apologize,” he said, his lips brushing against my ear. “If anything I should thank you.”

“Please don’t. It will make me feel terrible.”

He chuckled, running his fingers under my chin until I turned my face up to him. He kissed me, which felt sort of like a thank-you, but it was one I didn’t mind. When he pulled away he gave me a sad little smile.

“Just don’t leave me like this, okay?”

I sniffled, lowering my eyes so I didn’t have to look at him.

“I don’t want them to make me into this . . .” He looked down at himself. “This crazy thing.” He planted a soft kiss on my cheek. “It’s like they won, you know?”

It was exactly like they’d won.

“I don’t want to kill more people.” He scrunched up his face. “Or worse, eat anyone. So, if it doesn’t work out, don’t just let me be like this, okay?”

I nodded, pressing my lips together to stop the tears. “Okay.”

Callum was quiet for a moment, his eyebrows lowered in thought. “And even if we don’t get the antidote, you should help them.” He nodded at the door. “Go to the reservation and get the other Reboots to help them, too.”

“The humans?”

“Yeah. You can’t let HARC win. Not after everything they’ve done. So even if I don’t . . . if I don’t make it, I think you should help them.”

He knew I had very little interest in helping the humans. All I wanted was for him to be better so we could get away from them and never come back. And I didn’t want to think about what I would do if Callum didn’t make it, but sticking around to join forces with humans was not on the top of my list.

“That won’t be an issue. You’ll be fine.”

“Wren, think about it at least. You shouldn’t let the fact that you’re a badass go to waste.”

I managed a laugh. “I will think about it.”

It was a lie. I wasn’t going to think about any scenario that didn’t include him.

Callum eventually faded away again, even though I could see him trying to fight it. I sat on the floor for a long time, until I couldn’t take those vacant eyes anymore. I refused to panic about it, so I tied him up and moved to the living room, where I spent the afternoon and early evening pacing back and forth.

The sun had just set, and I was anxious to head over to the facility, but Tony insisted the best time was very early morning. The facility had the least guards on duty between the hours of four and six a.m., and it was best to go near six, since a few lab personnel would be on duty by then. No one could tell me what the antidote looked like, so I might need a human to point it out.

Tony was at the kitchen table with about ten other humans, poring over the schematic of the Austin HARC facility. A larger group than I had expected had agreed to help us. A few had left, saying they were certain we’d all be dead by morning, but the rest seemed thrilled to have such an ambitious plan after years of trying to defeat HARC.

Gabe slipped through the front door with Zeke, the blond boy from earlier. Gabe was holding a black canvas bag against his chest, and he nodded at Tony.

“I got them,” he said, dropping the bag on the couch and reaching inside. He pulled out several black guns and dumped odd-shaped yellow bullets onto the table. I frowned, leaning over to grab one of them.

“What is this?” I asked, turning the yellow plastic bullet around in my fingers. It had a tiny needle coming out of it.

“Tranquilizer darts,” Gabe said. “Tony doesn’t want you killing humans while you’re in there.”

I turned to Tony with raised eyebrows, and he leaned back in his chair to meet my gaze. I held up the yellow dart. “These things actually work? Quickly?”

“Within a couple seconds. Aim for the chest or arm or leg.”

“How long will they be out?” I asked.

“Hours. You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll give you your real gun back, but I don’t want you to use it in there. Most of those guys are just doing their job. And some of them are with us.”

I nodded, dropping the dart on the table. “Fine.”

“Did you find some helmets?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, Henry will be by soon with them,” Gabe replied.

Addie grabbed one of the tranq guns off the table and stuck a dart inside, studying the gun curiously. Gabe darted behind the couch and she snorted. “Oh, relax, human. I know how to use a gun.”

“Gabe,” he corrected, wincing as she pointed it at the wall behind Zeke.

“Come out from behind the couch,
Gabe
. I’m not going to shoot you. Unless you deserve it.”

He crept out of hiding, cautiously reaching for the gun. “I’ll just take that.”

Addie rolled her eyes as she handed it over, and I shot her an amused look.

“Hey.” I turned at the sound of Desmond’s voice. He plopped a ladle of something into a bowl. “Do you want dinner?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Then come and eat.”

I scurried into the kitchen, peering into the bowl. It was some sort of stew. I gave him a grateful look as I spooned some into my mouth. I hadn’t expected to be fed again.

“I thought the lower numbers were supposed to be nicer!” I heard Gabe exclaim from the living room, and I glanced over to see Addie holding a tranq gun to his chest.

“Adina, stop torturing Gabe,” Tony called with a chuckle.

I almost laughed, but Desmond was staring at me like he was plotting my demise. I swallowed my food and wiped at my mouth. He’d been quiet and moody all evening, obviously not in favor of the plan.

“Why are you helping if you don’t want to?” I asked.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” he asked. He’d pulled his brown hair back into a short ponytail, and the sharp edges of his face looked harsh. He wasn’t an attractive man, even when he was happy.

“And you seem so pleased about it.”

All I got in response was a glare. I considered taking my food in the other room, but I had too many questions. While he didn’t seem scared of me, he appeared to hate me only slightly less than the average human did.

“But why help us at all if you hate us?” I pressed.

He let out a long sigh and leaned against the counter. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t trust you’re not going to come back and kill us all.”