Raging Sea (Undertow, #2)

“You and I are nothing alike,” I hiss.

“Let’s work it out together. How do you get all the Alphas upstairs out of their tanks? How do you get all the parents out of solitary? How do you free these kids? How do you avoid the guards and Spangler and me and get your injured father out of his room and still turn off the EMP device all at the same time?”

“EMP?”

He chuckles. “I like you, Lyric. You’d make a good soldier. EMP stands for electo-magnetic pulse. It’s what’s turning off your power. It’s used in military-grade weapons to knock out electronics. Thing is, your weapon doesn’t run on electricity. We really don’t know what makes it work, but the EMP has the same effect. Any idea what makes that thing on your hand tick?”

“Always the soldier, Doyle. If I knew, I wouldn’t tell you. Unless you want to tell me where to find the EMP?”

He laughs. “So you’re going to try again?”

I don’t respond.

“You’ll fail, Lyric,” he continues. “You might kill Spangler, but they’ll replace him with someone worse.”

“I don’t plan to stick around to find out.”

“And what about the kids?”

“If you want to send a daycare center into a war zone, that’s really on you,” I say. “Because as much as you’ve trained them and prepared them, that’s a playdate down there and nothing more. Chloe won’t let go of her stuffed bunny. Geno can’t tie his own shoelaces. They’re not killers.”

“You underestimate them,” he argues.

I can’t stand to be near him any longer.

“Let’s get started,” I snap, then descend the steps to the park.

Spangler spots me and calls the children in from their games. The little army rushes to meet me and gathers around with their eager faces.

“Today is a big day, kids,” Spangler says. “We’re being joined by some new faces.”

The door opens, and Terrance Lir enters. He looks like he’s aged forty years. His eyes are watery, and his hair has turned white. He pushes a wheelchair with his son, Samuel, in it. I haven’t seen Sammy in so long. I run to his side and kneel down, hoping to catch his eyes.

“Sammy. It’s so good to see you.”

He struggles to look at me as his whole body shakes. When the gangs back home found out that he was half Alpha, they beat him and left him for dead. He was once a promising basketball star; now he can’t feed himself. He can’t talk, but he gives me a little smile to let me know he remembers me.

“They told me that we owe you our freedom,” Terrance says.

“I’m working on getting us all out of here,” I whisper.

He sighs, as if hope has let him down so many times, he can’t stand when it’s in the room.

“Take care of my son,” he says, then walks back through the doors.

“C’mon,” I say. I push Samuel until we are standing in front of the group. “Children, this is Samuel Lir. He is one of us. His father is Sirena, and his mother is human. Sammy here is going to keep us company while we train.”

“That’s not all,” Spangler interrupts. “That’s not the end of the surprises. I have presents.”

The doors open, and a parade of scientists in lab coats stream through, carrying large silver cases and video equipment. They put everything down at Spangler’s feet, then go to work setting up cameras and tripods. As they finish, Spangler unlocks the cases, revealing a collection of gloves identical to mine. He removes one and holds it out for all the children to see.

“Fathom brought one for each of you,” he promises.

Fathom enters and the children thank him, then they crowd around Spangler, reaching for the glove like it’s a bag of free candy.

“Now, now, let’s line up and—”

Fathom tries to catch my eye but I refuse to look at him. His presence makes me angry. I can’t tell whether giving the children gloves or the person who brought them is more disgusting.

“Wait!” I shout.

Spangler gives me a wary look, and I’m chilled.

“What is it, Ms. Walker?”

“If you put one on, you need to know that it doesn’t come off.”

One of the teen girls steps forward. I think her name is Abigail. She looks confused. “Ever?” she asks.

“I don’t know about ever, but I think so. When you go out into the real world, people will see it, and everyone will know you are different. People may react with fear and anger because you have it on. Lots of people don’t understand what we are, and it scares them—”

“Because of the sickness,” Spangler interrupts. “But soon they’ll understand that you aren’t contagious. When that happens, you’ll all be seen as the heroes you are. Now, there’s something that I didn’t mention. The Oracles will take away your migraines.”

Chloe takes my hand. The rings around her eyes are deep and purple. She must have been up all night with headaches.

“Is that true?” she asks. There is so much hope in her eyes, and why shouldn’t there be? If I had known that I could be free from my pain if I wore a cool metal glove that gave me superpowers for the rest of my life, I would have leaped at the chance.