44 | TOYS
There was a strange kind of peace under the gritty smoke sky, amidst the desolation and loneliness of Vegas.
Sam sat alone on a plush leather sofa in the massive living room that looked out on a swimming pool. The pool was an oval shape with a diving board at one end. But it was empty, dry. A reminder of a city that had once been overflowing with human spirit and was now just a desert dust bowl once again.
The sun had gone down an hour ago, and the sky was gradually turning from dirty gray to morose black.
A few months ago, he had been a schoolboy in New York City. The place he had lived since his birth. Week after week had been basically the same. Attending class. Hanging out with Fargas. Eating meals with his mom.
But since then, it seemed he had been caught up in a hurricane, whirling from one thing to another with scarcely enough time to catch a breath. Perhaps that was good. Because if he stopped and took the time to think about things too deeply, dark thoughts started to intrude.
The door to the living room opened and Vienna emerged. Sam watched her walk over, noticing, not for the first time, the sway of her hips and the little movements her hands made as she walked. She had been different since arriving in Vegas, he thought. Softer. But he remained wary, feeling that she was still just as likely to cut him in two with a withering glance or a sharp-bladed comment.
“It’s been two weeks,” Vienna said, sitting on the other end of the sofa.
“I know,” Sam agreed. “How’s Dodge doing?”
“Says he’s just about finished.”
Sam nodded. If the software was ready, then it was time to move. To make a last run for the safety of Cheyenne Mountain. But what would they find out there in the real world? The same electronic isolation that kept them safe from Ursula meant that they were blind to events outside.
Anything could have happened in the weeks since they had cut themselves off from civilization. Or nothing.
He felt safe here. And the house was more comfortable than anything he was used to, even the hotel in San Jose, although he was getting sick of canned food. But they couldn’t stay here forever. Ursula would find them eventually; he was sure of that.
Sam looked for a moment at the girl sitting next to him, and on an impulse said, “Tell me something about you, Vienna.”
“Why?” she asked, and he could feel the shutters going up instantly.
“No reason,” he said quickly. “It’s just that I’ve worked with you for the last few months, and we’ve been together almost constantly for the last couple of weeks, but I just realized that I don’t know anything about you.”
“Good,” she said, but then her voice softened a little. “You first.”
Sam looked away and stared outside at the bottom of the pool. It was full of leaves and debris of the forest. On the far side of the pool, the lip was lower than elsewhere so that when the pool was full, water would have cascaded over the ledge to a catchment below. That side of the pool looked out over a small lake, and beyond that to the dark, brooding mass of the city. He tried to imagine what it would have been like for the owner of the house, when the pool was full of water and people and laughter and music, and the lights of Las Vegas lit up the sky.
“It’s my birthday today,” he said after a while. “I’m eighteen.”
“That doesn’t count,” she said, and added, almost as an afterthought, “Happy birthday.”
“Why doesn’t it count?”
“You should tell me something I don’t know or couldn’t find out in five minutes from your personnel file. Tell me about your last birthday. What did you do? Did you have a party? Did you take your girlfriend out to dinner?”
“Neither,” Sam said. “I got beaten up.”
Vienna watched him, waiting.
“It was a kid from my history class—a thug named Ray Mordon—and two of his jerk-off friends.”
“Why?”
“Who knows? Because I was smarter than they were, probably. Or maybe they found out that it was my birthday. Or just because they could.” He smiled briefly. “I got Ray back, though.”
“Baseball bat in a dark alley?” Vienna asked with a sinister lift to one eyebrow.
Sam shook his head. “I hacked into the school computer system and changed his grades. Gave him straight As.”
“And that’s your idea of revenge?”
“Actually, I thought I was a bit hard on the guy,” Sam said. “First his friends didn’t want to hang around with a ‘brain box’ and figured that he had been just duping them all the time. Then he got shifted into the GATE class—that’s the Gifted and Talented Extension program at school—so he was stuck in a class with all the smart kids that he despised. When the school found out that his grades had been altered, they naturally blamed him and he was kicked out.”
Vienna laughed. “He deserved it, though.”
Sam shrugged. “I guess.” There was silence for a moment; then he said, “Your turn.”
She said nothing.
“It’s all right,” he said. “If you don’t want to—”
“I have a little sister,” she said, and there was a slight dampness at the corners of her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked.
“You wanted to know something about me. I told you. I have a sister. Rebecca.”
Sam looked at her, not sure if there was anything he should say or do. Not sure of the reason for the almost-tears.
Vienna glanced quickly at him and said, “She’s much younger than me, and Mom was never around much, so I pretty much raised her myself. Made her bottles, changed her diapers. Everything.”
“Where is she now?” Sam asked.
“She still lives with my dad in Chicago. She started school a couple of months ago. I would have liked to be there, but we were in lockdown.”
Sam touched her gently on the arm. “You miss her, don’t you?”
“She’s one of the reasons we have to see this through,” Vienna said with a tightening of her mouth. “I can’t bear the thought of Rebecca getting brainjacked by Ursula and becoming some kind of neuro-slave to the meta-system.”
“I know how you feel,” Sam said. “I’ve been hoping that my mother is okay. She doesn’t have a neuro-headset, so maybe Ursula hasn’t got to her yet.”
“Look,” Vienna said suddenly, pointing.
The smoke obscured most of the sky above them, but over to the southwest, toward Los Angeles, it dissipated, and from that direction the first stars were starting to appear in the darkening sky.
It wasn’t the stars that Vienna was looking at, though. Dark, fast-moving silhouettes of aircraft were streaming from the west, heading out over the desert, each marked with tiny flashing lights.
“Warplanes?” Vienna asked. “Has Ursula found us?”
“I don’t think so,” Sam said.
The silhouettes enlarged as the planes moved nearer, and Sam could just about make out the shapes in the dusky sky.
“Not warplanes,” he said. “Too big for that. Those are commercial jets.”
There must have been a dozen of the aircraft in the evening sky, and as they watched, the columns of planes split, then turned and started to spiral above and below one another in an intricate, rhythmical dance.
“What the …?” Sam breathed.
“They’re being controlled from the ground,” Vienna said, her eyes entranced by the twirling shapes. “What’s going on?”
Sam watched for a moment, then said, “I think Ursula is playing with her toys.”
He rose and walked to the big picture window to get a better view. This close, his breath frosted the glass, giving halos to the dancing stars, turning them into distant fairy lights. He was conscious of Vienna’s presence beside him.
“What did we do to deserve all this?” Vienna asked. “Why us?”
Sam opened his mouth to say something, but it was lost as her hands slipped around his shoulders and drew them together.
His arms found their way around her, and her head dropped onto his shoulder. They held each other, watching the planes.
“Vienna—” he began, but the word wedged between his lips as she raised her head and kissed him lightly on the side of his mouth.
“Don’t say anything,” she said.
The moment was long but seemed like barely an instant; then there was a noise from the direction of the door, and they split apart, red-faced, before it opened.
It was Dodge. “Tyler’s escaped,” he said.