Sean Rodman - Infiltration

We broke the surface at the same time. Kieran helped me up, and together we half-dragged, half-floated Jake back down the tunnel toward the entrance. Jake was conscious. Coughing up water. But he was breathing.

It wasn’t until we reached the tunnel entrance that I realized how badly Jake was bleeding. There were still pieces of wire wrapped around his leg. It was a bloody mess of torn jeans and steel. Like I’ve said before, I’m brave but I can’t handle gross. I panicked.

“Stop,” I said. “I’m going to call for an ambulance.”

“No!” said Kieran. He looked at me across Jake’s body. “You want to explain to the cops what we’re doing here?” We kept going toward the car, Jake stumbling between us through the dry leaves of the woods. When we finally got there, we put Jake in the backseat. The bleeding seemed to be slowing down. I wrapped the leg in an old blanket, then put my jacket over Jake. He was shivering from the cold. Maybe from shock. I got in the front passenger seat. Kieran opened the driver’s-side door but then stopped.

“We need to go back,” said Kieran.

“What? Into the tunnel? Are you crazy? We need to get Jake to a hospital!” I said.

“Just back to the tunnel entrance. We left the grate off of the tunnel. Someone could figure out that we’ve been in there. Blow the whole thing,” said Kieran. He was calm and focused. How could he not be freaking out?

“That is not the most important thing right now. Jake is hurt-don’t you get it?”

Kieran didn’t move.

“Get in the car,” I said, “or I call the cops right now.”

“You wouldn’t. The Boy Scout would go to jail?” Kieran sneered.

“Try me,” I said.

We stared at each other. Then Kieran swore and got into the driver’s seat. We peeled out of there. Within a few minutes we were on the highway. But when the car hit the bridge overpass, I realized that Kieran had driven past the exit to the hospital.

“What the hell?” I said.

“We’re not risking the plan. We’ll bring him to my house and clean him up. My dad’s away on a business trip.” Kieran stared straight ahead at the road sliding by.

“What if he needs a doctor?”

“Bex,” Jake croaked from the back-seat. “I’m all right. Your friend is a psycho, but I’ll be fine. No hospital.”

I turned to see Jake, pale and shivering in the backseat. But he tried to smile at me.

“This is going to be hard enough to explain to my parents. No doctors,” he said.

By the time we reached Kieran’s house, Jake seemed a little better. He said his leg hurt, but otherwise he seemed okay. We cleaned him up in the bathroom, covering the white tiles with mud and bloody scraps of his jeans. The wounds weren’t too bad, once we could get a good look at them. His leg had gotten pretty scratched up, but none of the cuts were too deep. There’d been a lot of blood, and the jeans were trashed. But no serious injury that I could see. Jake didn’t speak much the entire time we fixed him up.

Later, Kieran dropped us off at Jake’s house. Jake went ahead to unlock the back door so we could sneak in. Kieran waited until he was out of earshot.

“Next week. We go in on Saturday night. Without Jake.” I just shrugged. I didn’t want Jake to get hurt again. Kieran nodded, got in his car and rolled off down the street.

The next morning it took some serious fast-talking to convince Jake’s parents that his trashed jeans and new wounds weren’t a big deal. We made up a pretty good story about climbing a fence to recover a ball during a pickup soccer game. Jake seemed to think that they bought it. I was just glad Jake was still covering for me.

The next week at school, I avoided Kieran. I think he assumed that I was still on board. That he’d been proven right about Jake. I wasn’t so sure. Jake and I talked about it several times, and Jake was pretty clear where he stood.

“It’s not worth it,” Jake said. We were in the courtyard at school, tossing a basketball around over lunch. Playing ball with Jake was always a pretty even contest. He had height. I had speed.

“I know,” I said. “But how else do I get Asha back?” Jake slipped around my defense and dunked. He turned back to me, panting.

“You kidding me? I told you before, the money won’t change anything. You need to talk to her, man,” he said. That wasn’t going to happen. Asha hadn’t even looked at me this week at school. I didn’t have a way in with her. No matter what Jake said, I was still certain that I needed the money to end this argument between us. Her only real reason for leaving was that she needed to cover tuition next year at university. I’d take care of that for her. All of our problems would be solved.

“Bex?” said Jake. “You’re spacing out on me.” He tossed the ball to me.

“I’ve got stuff on my mind.”

“Listen, I get it. And, like I said, I’ve always got your back. So you do this thing with Kieran, you tell me when and where and I’ll be there.” I couldn’t shake the memory of Jake underwater, his movements getting weaker in the cold dark water. I made my decision.

“I’m not going to do it,” I said. Jake gave me a big wide smile and practically hugged me. It was only long after our game had finished and I was walking home that I fully realized what I was doing. I’d just lied to my best friend. Even if it was to protect him from getting hurt again, I’d crossed a line. And I wasn’t sure where I’d end up.

The week blurred by. Saturday afternoon, I was back on the bus out to Kieran’s house again. We’d agreed that the two of us would meet up at his place, pack up our gear, then sneak out to the site around midnight.

“Are you sure we need all this stuff?” said Kieran. He was looking over the pile of gear spread across his bedroom floor. I was cross-legged in the middle of it all, sorting.

“We want to do this right, we come prepared.” That said, I probably was over-compensating for our disaster last time by going heavy on the equipment. There was a full climbing setup, with a long length of black climbing rope, carabiners, belay devices and two harnesses. I’d dug up a collapsible hiking pole from our garage-might come in handy finding that pit in the tunnel again. There was my pair of bolt cutters, and smaller wire cutter. We each had a full set of dry clothes for when we came out the other end of the tunnel. Then we each threw in some extra personal stuff too. Kieran put in four steel bottles filled with energy drink and a bunch of energy bars. I added a can of bear spray from my hiking gear, hoping I’d never have to use it on anything. Or anyone.

For me, the most important piece of gear was also the smallest-my phone. I’d copied every map, satellite image and picture I could find on Kieran’s laptop- and some extra stuff I’d pulled off the Internet. The phone would help guide us through the site once we emerged from the tunnel. While I had worked out how to get through the tunnel and under the fence, I still didn’t know exactly what we’d do on the inside to get into the warehouse.

Everything went into two black nylon backpacks. Then, there was just the waiting. We’d decided to go in after midnight. But by 10:30 we were both hyped on coffee and nerves.

“Screw it,” said Kieran. “Let’s do this now.” Then we were in the car and outbound from the city, lights blurring by.

The tunnel went quickly, now that we knew what to look out for. I used the collapsible pole to poke ahead of us until we hit the drain tube that had caught Jake. Kieran was a strong swimmer, so he went first. He fought his way up the tunnel against the current, holding one end of the climbing rope. When he’d gotten far enough, he got his footing again, then held the rope while I pulled myself over the drain tube.