48
Cole sat up on the operating table and moved his arm in slow circles. He grimaced from the soreness in his back, his other shoulder, and all the other and older parts of himself.
Penny watched him from behind the tray at the foot of his bed. “Looks like you managed to get that new shoulder you always wanted,” she said as she gathered up surgical instruments and power tools—both specked with blood and hydraulic fluid.
Cole looked up, expecting to find her smirking at him, teasing him, but she wore a solemn, sad, expression.
“Would’ve saved it if I could,” Arthur said. He glanced up from his portable computer. “And the next time you overpower the limiters, it’ll be your collarbone and ribs that give way. So please—on behalf of my spares cabinet—don’t do anything like that ever again.”
Cole nodded, suppressing a grin.
Mortimor walked into the operating room with a towel in one hand, his hair sticking up from having recently been soaked and then dried off. “You are one crazy sonofabitch,” he said, shaking his head.
“We were just going over that,” Arthur said, “and attempting to cor-rect some personality defects.”
Mortimor stepped around Penny and came to Cole’s side. He took Cole’s new arm by the wrist and looked it over. “You shore up the collar-bone?” he asked Arthur.
Arthur sighed. “Yes, but please don’t tell him that.”
Mortimor smiled and nodded.
“How did the salvage go?” Arthur asked Mortimor.
The smile faded. “Not good,” he said. “What’s left of the skimmers, usable anyway, could fit in a bucket.”
“Sorry about that,” said Cole.
Mortimor sat on the edge of Cole’s cot and gave him a stern look. “Apology accepted. Now, I don’t know what you were trying to prove, but you don’t rush off by yourself like that. You wait for help, understand?”
Cole peered down at his lap and nodded.
“No more flying solo, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Alright.” Mortimor patted Cole’s knee and stood up. “Having said that, you did good out there. If those two had gotten clear . . .” Mortimor left the sentence unfinished. He looked from Cole to Arthur.
“Speaking of those two, what were they?” Cole turned to Arthur. “Did you make the metal one?”
Arthur laughed and shook his head. “Above my pay grade, I’m afraid.”
“A Bern?”
“Made by the Bern, from what you described. A tool they like to use.” Arthur finished his adjustments and put the computer away. He turned to Mortimor. “Maybe we should call off this raid and do another sweep through the crew to look for moles. Among the Humans, especially.”
“We can’t abort,” Mortimor said. He rubbed his beard with the towel and leaned back against the wall. “I talked to the Seer and let her know what happened. She said we should go as planned. Seemed insistent, actually.”
Penny finished loading the tools and surgical instruments into a drum sanitizer. She looked up at the mention of the Seer. “Did she say anything else?”
Mortimor glanced her direction, then looked to Cole. “Just that she enjoyed her visit with our new friend here.” He set his towel aside and scanned the room. “And . . .”
“And what?” Penny asked.
Mortimor nodded to Cole. “She reiterated what you told me. She said everyone goes. I’ve already told Ryke to plan accordingly.”
“Everyone goes on the raid?”
“That’s right.” Mortimor frowned. “She said not to leave anyone behind.”
“What does that mean?” Penny asked.
Mortimor shook his head. “I think it means we’re done here, for good or bad. It probably means we were too late, or there were too little of us, or that this whole blasted enterprise has been an exercise in futility. It means we’re giving up. Running away.”
Arthur stepped back, as if physically struck by the words. “Did she say when?”
“As soon as we can. I’m ordering a synchronized sleep schedule effec-tive immediately with a briefing at oh six hundred. No more shifts. No more perimeter defense. Everybody is resting up for this one and it’ll be our last.”
Arthur shook his head. “I can’t sleep. There’s too much to do.”
“Don’t worry. You and I are exempt. Ryke and his boys will be working straight through as well to finish the boxes and make sure they haven’t been tampered with in any other way.”
“I should go help them,” Cole said. He made to get up from the cot, but Mortimor stepped forward and pushed him back.
“Actually, you need to get your rest.”
“But those are my boxes.”
“And you’ll be happy to hear you’re getting your wish. You’ve proven yourself in combat, and frankly, we need every able soldier we’ve got. So heal up in a hurry. If Arthur clears you, you’ll be a part of this wild-ass plan of yours.”
“I am?” Cole looked to Arthur for confirmation. “I will be?”
Arthur shrugged.
“Get some sleep,” Mortimor said. He picked up his towel and walked away, slapping Arthur on the back as he went. Arthur startled out of whatever he’d been thinking. He shot Cole a brief glance before turning to Penny.
“Better tape up that bandage on his other arm a little tighter, then.” He pulled out his computer, gave Cole one more serious look, then turned and hurried after Mortimor.
Penny and Cole were left alone in the small operating room. A machine in the corner whirred softly, its presence revealed by the new silence. Penny pulled her blue gloves off and crossed from the sanitizing machine to a low counter. She fumbled in a drawer, her actions tense and hurried.
“Is everything okay?” Cole asked.
Penny pulled out a roll of tape and slapped it to the counter. Cole cringed as the sharp noise rang out in the small room. He sat quietly while Penny stared down at the back of her hand, which covered the roll of tape.
“If I hadn’t noticed the wiring, none of this would’ve happened.”
“What?” Cole leaned forward; Penny turned to face him.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. She looked at Cole’s repaired arm and rubbed the side of her own.
“Are you kidding? Think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t noticed something was wrong. The raid would’ve gone as planned, and everyone would’ve jumped to their death.”
“I shouldn’t have left the room, then. I should’ve been there to—”
“Don’t.” Cole shook his head. “Besides, everything worked out fine, right?”
Penny picked up the tape and walked around to the other side of his cot. “I don’t know.” She untied his surgical gown and folded it down over his shoulder, revealing the pad of gauze that had been lightly taped over his stitches. “They’ve put a lot of work into this place to be told to abandon it.”
“Is this about what the Seer said?”
Penny shrugged. She worked the end of the tape loose and began shoring up the bandage over his deep cut. “It’s weird to even be talking about her without going up on the roof.” She adhered a piece of tape to the pad and scratched at the roll to tease up the torn end. “Everything’s changing.”
“Is it something I did?” Cole waited for Penny to meet his gaze. “I screwed things up, didn’t I?”
“How should I know? All I know is a lot of people have died to keep this place together, and now Mortimor’s talking about abandoning it.”
“You’re supposed to tell me this isn’t my fault,” Cole said.
Penny looked to the side. “I don’t know that it’s not.”
Cole pushed her hands away from his wound. “Leave me be,” he said. “In fact, I think you should leave the room.”
Penny slapped his hands in return. She threw the tape in his lap and turned to leave, then whirled on him. Leaning forward, she grasped his shoulders with both hands and brought her face close to his. Cole gasped in pain.
“You leave me be!” Penny hissed. “Get out of my head!”
Cole stared at her with his mouth open, his vision blurred with tears of physical agony.
“You’re hurting me,” he said.
Penny let go. She stood up and looked at her palms, then whispered something to herself.
Cole looked to his real shoulder and saw that the bandage had been torn loose by her grasp; the stitches were leaking blood.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Cole didn’t say anything. He watched as Penny surveyed her hands, turning them over and back, checking all sides of herself. “It’s just—I feel stupid around you. I feel—”
“I’m in love with someone,” Cole said.
Penny nodded. “I know. And it wouldn’t matter, anyway. I just hate myself for feeling out of control.”
“You hate yourself? How do you think I feel? One minute I’m being called the chosen one by a group of people trying to eradicate us, which makes me wonder what the hell I was chosen for. The next, it sounds like I’m screwing up the plans of a guy I’m doing every damn thing to win the respect of—”
“Mortimor?”
Cole nodded.
“Well, you can stop.”
“Yeah, I’m sensing that.”
“No, I mean the guy already loves you.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Trust me. I know what it looks like.”
Cole pressed his bandage back in place and picked up the tape.
“Here, let me,” Penny said. “It’s hard to do stuff like that until your new fingers sort themselves out.”
Cole allowed her to take the tape. He looked down at his fingers and rubbed the pads of them together.
“Do you remember the first time you saw me?” Cole asked.
“Of course.”
“Where was it? Or . . . when was it?”
“I was in the skimmer that picked you up. Don’t you remember? I performed CPR on you for most of the trip back here. And then there was the surgery. You almost didn’t make it, you know. Pretty bad hypothermia. Your lips—” Penny glanced up at his face, then looked back to her work. “They were completely black.”
“After that, was there any time—were we ever alone together?”
Penny tore a strip of tape in two and affixed it over the gauze and to his flesh. “I don’t get what you’re asking.”
Cole leaned back against his pillow. “So some of it was a dream, then.”
Penny laughed. “Probably. You were rambling a lot.”
“What was I saying?”
“Nonsense. Gibberish. It was all in Spanish.”
It was Cole’s turn to laugh. “Portuguese,” he said.
“Whatever.” Penny finished her work and stood back. She looked him over, the sad expression still on her face. “Get some sleep,” she told him. She turned to go.
“Hey, wait.”
Penny stopped. She turned her head to the side.
“What?” she asked.
“Maybe it’s a good thing, the Seer telling us to all go. Maybe it can be interpreted a different way.”
“The way you want to hear it, right?”
“I’m just saying, the fact that the next fight might be our last . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Well,” Cole said, “it still leaves open the question of whether or not we’ll win.”
Penny stood still for a moment. She reached up and pulled an elastic band off her bunned-up hair, allowing it to spill down and across her shoulders. Turning, she locked Cole’s gaze with her own, and he saw the barest of smiles flirt with the corners of her mouth.
“Yeah,” she said, “I like that.” Penny nodded. “I like that a lot.”