The Girl Who Dared to Endure (The Girl Who Dared #6)

I once again saw various white-clad individuals doing this and that to the plants. From trimming back some of the leaves to spraying them with chemicals, everyone seemed to be doing their duty. I studied them closely, looking for a sign of the elderly man, but he wasn’t in any of the rows that I passed, so I headed deeper.

Like the previous room we’d been in, the shelves came to a stop at the edge of a wide-open space, where numerous metallic-topped tables were set up in long rows, their mirror-like surfaces spotted with pots of plants. Sage was standing in the middle of it all, studying a rather unique flower that was supported by a single stalk. I started toward him, fixing a congenial smile on my face.

He spotted me long before I made it to him, swiveling around to face me as I walked down the row, one eyebrow going up when he spotted the cup in my hand. “Is that for me?” he asked as soon as I drew close enough that we wouldn’t be shouting at each other.

“It is,” I said, coming to a stop before him and offering him the cup. “It’s spiced rice milk.” I knew it was his favorite, thanks to Quess. He was Medica-born and knew more about Sage than I did.

“My favorite,” Sage exclaimed, a smile growing on his weathered face. “How did you know?”

“Actually, it’s my favorite,” I lied. “And when I went down to get one, I realized it would be rude to show up with no drink for you, so I got you one, too. I hope that’s all right.”

“Of course it is!” he exclaimed, reaching out to take the cup. “And such a thoughtful gesture on your part. You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble for an old man like me.”

“It’s no bother,” I told him. “I’m just glad you like it. Cheers.”

The wrinkles in his cheeks and eyes grew more pronounced as his smile broadened, and he quickly touched his cup to mine in good cheer, then took a swig of the sweet, creamy liquid inside. I followed suit, hiding my own smile behind the cup. It was only the first step—I still had to get in and out of this conversation without tipping him off that anything was amiss, and then reclaim his cup before I left—but I felt confident that I could do it.

“Ahhh,” he exclaimed, smacking his lips together as he drew the cup away from his mouth. “That’s the stuff.” He set the cup down and pierced me with a canny look. “Now, I suppose you’re up here to explain yourself. Go ahead, I’m ready to hear it.”

“Explain myself?” I repeated, the edges of panic starting to roil through me. Scipio help me, had Sage been spying on me? On us? Was he really behind everything, and did he know what we were up to? What if he took the drink because all those people I had passed were legacies, and he knew I wasn’t getting out of here?

Had I just stumbled into a trap?

“The DNA samples?” he drew out, giving me an encouraging nod. “The thirty or so samples that didn’t come back as matches to anyone in the Tower?”

I blinked in surprise, but it only lasted a few seconds before the horror bled in. Of course he knew about the DNA samples. He was the head of the Medica, and all DNA testing happened there. The tech who had performed the tests had likely reported the oddity of all the samples being genetically related and had flagged it in the Medica’s system.

But how did Sage know about it? Surely he had better things to do than monitor all flagged genetic specimens. There must have been hundreds of them passing through the Medica on a daily basis. I supposed it was possible he was on the lookout for anything odd that came through his department, but what if it was far more insidious than that? What if he was paranoid because he was a legacy? Hell, we were here to test him for just that.

It was critical that I choose my words carefully. If he was a legacy, then he was trying to pump me for more information on what I was planning, and if this was a trap, getting out of it might depend on my answers. If I made any misstep at all, he would put two and two together, and warn the other legacies.

“I actually wasn’t here to talk about that,” I told him, putting my cup down on the table and crossing my arms. “Can I ask how you found out about them?”

He gave me a crooked smile. “You think any one of my people wouldn’t notify me of proof of undocs, especially in such a great number?” He frowned. “Why did you come here?”

I gave him the prepared story, but quickly readied my next deflection, realizing he had a valid point—the medic who ran the tests would’ve notified him. “I was here to talk about the expulsion chambers. And the samples you’re talking about are part of an ongoing investigation.”

“Into what?”

I pressed my lips together into a thin line. “I’m not prepared to make an official statement yet.”

“I see.” Sage went silent for a few seconds, and then nodded. “That is sensible, if slightly annoying. But then again, I’m an old man who really doesn’t have a lot of patience for these sorts of things. So, let me ask you this: Is the Tower in imminent danger?”

I considered the question. The truth was yes and no, but if he was a legacy, telling him yes would immediately set off alarm bells, because it would indicate to him that I knew more than I should. But if I told him no, he would wonder why I was keeping it a secret. As usual, hedging was the best bet. “Not imminent, no. But yes, some danger does exist.”

“And are you doing everything in your power to stop it?”

“Of course,” I said, not bothering to lie. “It’s kind of the biggest part of my job.”

He chuckled and nodded, his head bobbing up and down in duck-like fashion. “It is, at that,” he said. “You do realize, of course, that I have to report this to the council, however.”

I sucked in a breath. “You do?” I asked, mildly surprised. “Why? I was planning to report it when I had something substantial.”

“But you do have something substantial. You have proof that there are a considerable number of undocs running around the Tower. At least thirty of them, unless I miss my guess.”

I sighed theatrically, trying to blend into my part. “You are not wrong,” I told him. “But I had hoped to keep that under wraps until I could round them up. More people knowing about them means more people potentially messing things up for my Knights.”

“I understand that,” Sage said patiently. “But the fact remains that any proof of undocs roaming around the Tower needs to be brought to the attention of the council! They are a threat to our very way of life and are somehow able to avoid our sensors. That warrants some serious attention, not just from the Knights, but from IT as well.”

I could already see where this was going, and realized I needed to stall him. Whatever his intentions—good or bad—it didn’t matter. If Sadie found out that I was looking into a large undoc group, she would know I was on to her and the others. It wouldn’t take long for her to get them mobilized, and she knew where I lived. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if they turned around and killed us all to cover their tracks.

“Sir, I appreciate your feelings on this, but I wonder if you could give me some more time. I have a suspicion that someone high up in another department is helping them, and I’d like to avoid embarrassing a department head by publicly exposing one of their direct inferiors if I happen to be right. Can you just give me another day or two to try to figure a few things out? Please?”

Sage gave me a canny look that I wasn’t entirely sure how to perceive—like he knew exactly what I was doing—and then sighed and took another sip out of his cup before responding. “Do you really think a citizen of the Tower would help these loathsome creatures?”

“I think it’s important not to rule anything out,” I replied coolly.

“Wise words. Very well, I will hold off letting the council know until our next meeting, which I believe is in two days. Do you think you will have something concrete by then?”

By then, I hoped to be marching everyone who was a part of the conspiracy into the Council Room to face justice.

“Yes,” I replied, feeling light and hopeful. “I really do believe I will.”