Two men and a woman stood just along the corridor to the left, faces and bodies distorted by the door viewer. The tall man and the woman wore the distinctive blue uniforms worn by all Choppers, and they had guns held at the ready. The woman had short hair and soft features sharpened by her serious expression. The other man—shorter, older, black-clad, close-cropped grey hair the last stand against baldness—was obviously in charge. The way the other two looked at him…for a moment, Jack wondered if he was a Superior.
But these were Choppers, and if he had to hazard a guess, he'd name this short balding man as Miller. The name so feared by Rosemary.
“They're here somewhere,” the short man said to the two soldiers. He looked at a small device in his hand, shook it angrily. “Not clear where, but somewhere. I want at least one of those two kids alive.”
Kids! They'd been seen, or betrayed.
Rosemary glanced at him, eyes wide in surprise. Jack stepped away from the door, suddenly terrified that it would blow in, torn apart under a fusillade of bullets and smoke and chaos, and Rosemary would go down and the soldiers would come in, mindful of their order to keep one of the kids alive and deciding, on the spur of the moment, which one it would be.
“Yes, sir,” the woman said. The other soldier mumbled an acknowledgement as well, and then Jack heard boots thudding away along the corridor.
…at least one of those two kids…
“Rosemary,” he whispered, leaning in close.
“Not now,” she breathed. “He's still out there.”
Jack touched the woman's face and turned her until they were eye to eye. “You owe me.”
Rosemary nodded, averting her eyes, then turned back to the spy hole.
Jack went to Emily, pulling her up to sit on one of the double beds. “We're okay,” he said quietly, “we're safe.” And he did not believe a word of it.
“They're trying to kill us,” Emily said. “I saw that man, Gordon, and his head…his head…” She did not cry, did not sob, yet her words would not come.
“I know,” Jack said. “But we're going to get out of here, I promise.”
“And then we'll go and find Mum and Dad?”
“Yeah.” He hugged his sister, and for the first time he thought of how finding their parents alive would change the relationship he and she had developed over the past two years. He hated the selfishness of that idea, and could barely understand it. But they had embarked upon this time of change eagerly, and perhaps now, when everything he knew and loved was under dire threat, was the first time he had truly considered the effects such change would have.
He could still hear gunfire in the distance, and from somewhere far away another explosion vibrated through the building. A large pane of glass in the window cracked.
“He's gone along the corridor,” Rosemary said. “Jack, a second?” She was waving Jack to her without taking her eye from the spy hole.
Emily squeezed his hand and nodded.
When he reached the woman, she was holding the gun down by her side. But she was still shaking. “Professor Miller,” she said without any prompting. “He's the head Chopper, from what any of us can make out.”
“He wants me and Emily.”
“What makes you think—?”
“I'm not bloody stupid, Rosemary.”
She sighed. “I know. I know that, dear.”
“What does he want with us?”
“Will you trust me, Jack?” She touched his shoulder, squeezing slightly as though trying to force trust into him.
“After this? After everything you've kept from us: the dogs in the tunnels; the Superiors; whatever it is you know about my father?”
“Yes, after all this, I still need you to trust me. There's plenty you don't yet know, but…it'll take some explaining. And now isn't really—”
More gunfire, this time from closer by. A door opened and slammed, followed by another, and then someone screamed in agony. The screaming went on and on until another gunshot shut it off.
“I've never done this before,” Rosemary said, nodding down at the gun. “I'm just an old woman, but I'm doing my very best for you, son. Now that it's all gone so wrong so quickly, I'm doing my very best. So please, until we get out of here and find somewhere safe to talk…trust me?”
She was pleading. She tried not to make it sound like that, but it was obvious.
Jack nodded. “Okay. But everything I do in here, and every decision I make, is for the good of my sister.”