I don’t answer right away. I feel like smacking myself. How could I be so careless? If word gets out about the advantages I have, I’ll be dead within a day. Though it hardly matters now; I’m leaving Fort Black for good. Who cares if Brenna blabs when she gets back? “Yes, I . . . You won’t say anything to anyone, will you?”
She takes another step closer. “Really? Like I’m gonna tell anyone,” she says with a roll of her eyes. I look her in the face, and I believe her. I have to. “Amy, that has to be the most valuable thing in Fort Black. Hell, on the whole planet.”
I shrug, trying to play it off. “So we’ll be safe on the way there. Fine. But, Brenna, just to be clear: I’m not returning to Fort Black. You’ll be on your own on the way back here.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she says with a grin. “You bet your ass I can take care of myself. Maybe I can even find something good to bring back and trade.”
“Okay, then,” I say, and return to staring at the blank page, contemplating my last words to Jacks. Finally I scribble:
Jacks. I’m in danger here. I have to go. Thank you for everything. Really.
I know it’s a lame note. Especially after all that’s happened between us. The fact is, I don’t know how I feel about Jacks. But I can’t let anyone into my life right now. Not in that way.
Besides, Jacks could never go with me—not with what I have ahead. He’s too afraid of the world outside the walls of Fort Black. Too afraid of the Floraes. And I’m afraid too, but I can’t let that stop me from doing what I have to do.
I put the note on Jacks’s pillow and look at Brenna. “Get what you need and meet me in the parking garage at my bike. You have one too, right?” As I ask, I remember she showed me hers the day I got mine. I’d never thought to ask her why she needed one. If she used to be a Scrapper, it makes sense she would have one.
“Yep, and I don’t need to pack anything. It’s not far. I should be back by nightfall.”
“Oh, wait.” I remember Tank and Pete were last at the front wall. “Is there any other way to get out of here besides through the front gate?”
“Yeah, there’s the back entrance, out the garage where our bikes are. But . . . Amy, what is going on? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?”
I look at her. “Brenna, has anybody ever wanted to kill you?”
Brenna pauses and then gives me a wicked grin and raised eyebrows that say, Look who you’re talking to here. She snorts out a laugh.
“Just every damn day,” she tells me.
Chapter Twenty-three
After the constant noise of Fort Black, the silence on the outside is deafening.
Brenna and I leave the prison without incident. As we make our way through the garage to our bikes, I’m sure we’ll be spotted by one of Doc’s minions. But our departure is quiet, effortless. We unlock our bikes, check the tire pressure, and ride off. It’s not against the rules to leave; when I look up nervously at the top of the wall, the guard just nods and waves to Brenna. It all seems so easy.
Too easy.
We ride across the dusty flats, side by side. Before, this would be kind of a good time—the breeze rustling my hair, the sun beating down on my face. As I listen to the wind whistle in my ears, I can almost imagine everything is like it was Before. It feels . . . free.
“This is fan,” I say with a smile.
Instead of sharing my delight, Brenna responds, “Aw, shit. Look left.”
I swivel my head to where she’s pointing. In the distance, a Florae has spotted us and is making its way over, brought by the sound of our voices.
“So you sure this Florae gadget of yours is going to work?” Brenna says nervously, looking from side to side. Because of Fort Black’s intentionally rural locale, we’re forced to ride in the wide open. Aside from a few clumps of houses, there’s nothing around for miles.
“It will work. I was out here for months before I came to Fort Black and never had a problem.” I was also sure to keep it charged and turned it on before we left.
“I hope it doesn’t crap out now,” she mumbles. I can feel Brenna’s fear through her sudden silence as the Florae lopes toward us, gaining speed.
“Shit,” she says again, pedaling faster. As if that would help.
But at a hundred feet, the monster begins to tremble, its pale yellow-green skin shimmering in the brilliant light. It flinches back and veers away in the direction it came.
“There,” I breathe, slowing down. “See?”
“Holy crap,” Brenna says. “You got any more of those things?”
“No, only the one,” I tell her as she gives me a strange look.
We ride for another half hour. The deflected Florae has given Brenna confidence, and she begins to ask more about me, my past, and my family. Not wanting to reveal too much about my mother, I tell her about my father. All the things I loved about him. How he went on and on about buying organic and not wasting water.
“An eco-nerd, huh?” Brenna says. “Well, he sounds like he was a good guy.”