Robin Wasserman - Torn

I laughed.

“Trust me,” Zo said. I was sure no one but me heard the quaver in her voice. “He knows what happens if he screws up.”

“You can still walk away,” Ben said. Apparently, he still had a little fight left. “All of you. I won’t say anything. And if BioMax is up to something—if your insane suspicious are right—let me look into it. There’s no reason to throw everything away like this.”

“Show us the crate,” I said.

“Lia, please. Think about your mother. And Riley. He’s waiting—”

“Show us the crate .”

There were two of them, coffin-sized and air permeable so that the one of us who needed to breathe could do so. One was red; one was blue. Both were, according to Ben, intended to hold delicate replacement parts and so would arouse no suspicion when he insisted on personally supervising their loading and unloading. Two crates, three of us—and neither Auden nor I was willing to risk eight hours in a box with Jude.

“So, roommates?” Auden said, with a wry smile.

I wasn’t ready to be his friend. “I need to talk to Zo for a second. Alone.”

Jude looked alarmed. “Lia, just remember—”

I ignored him and grabbed Zo, drawing her deeper into the cavernous warehouse, away from the rest of them.

She shook me off. “If you’re going to ask me if I’m sure I still want to do this—”

“I wasn’t. Should I?”

“‘Want’ isn’t exactly the word I’d use,” she admitted. “But I’m doing it. I just don’t know…”

“What?”

Something in her face relaxed then. The fierce, fearless mask of a warrior fell away, and she was just my sister again. My little sister. “I don’t want to screw this up.” She held the remote detonator between her palms, then crossed her fingers around it, like she was praying.

I could let her make her own choices, no matter how stupid and reckless they might be. But I couldn’t let her choose blindly.

“Zo, there’s something you have to know about the detonator.”

“You mean aside from the fact that it’s fake?”

I gaped at her. “You knew ?”

“Haven’t we already established that I’m not a moron? If Jude had something like this, don’t you think he would have mentioned it sooner?”

“You knew from the start?”

“I know a car remote when I see one.” She slipped it into her pocket. “I almost wish I didn’t know. It’d be easier.” She gave my shoulder a light poke. “Of course, you would have just screwed that up!”

I felt like an idiot, on multiple fronts. “Sorry? I think?”

“Maybe it’s better this way,” she said. “At least I don’t have to worry about maybe having to kill someone. Because, honestly? I really don’t think I could.”

She sounded ashamed of the admission. I hated that.

“Are you going to be okay?” I asked. “Knowing you don’t have any kind of weapon, that there’s nothing you can do if…”

“I’m not worried,” she said, though it was clearly a lie. “Besides, you’ll be there the whole time.”

“I won’t be much good, protecting you from inside a box.”

“Like you’d let that stop you.” She looked away. “If I needed you.”

“Zo—”

No. No more jokes or compliments disguised as insults or nervous edging around the truth. I hugged her, tight. She let me. Slowly, her arms crept around me, and squeezed. It had been a really long time. I couldn’t even remember how long.

“I don’t want to screw this up,” she said again.

“You won’t.”

She pressed her face to my shoulder. “I missed you,” she whispered.

“You too.”

A small spot of wetness seeped through my shirt. But when she let go and backed away, her eyes were dry.

And, of course, so were mine.

The crate was too small for two people. Auden got in first, which was quickly revealed to be a stupid decision, because it left him crushed beneath me, his breath wheezing under the weight.

“Over a little this way,” I whispered.

“If you just—”

“No, I think maybe—”

“A little—”

“And then—yeah—like that—”

But lying on his side was too uncomfortable, putting all his weight on either a bad arm or a bad leg—not that he complained, but I could hear the soft grunt of pain every time he shifted his weight, searching for the Goldilocks position, but there wasn’t one, and we wrestled and rolled again. I ended up on the bottom, because I could bear the weight. Because I didn’t need to breathe. Auden lay on top of me, and I could feel him trying to hold himself separate, support his weight on his arms, anything not to press against me.

For the first few hours it was easy to distract ourselves. There were the noises of the crew arriving, the sudden, jerky movement of getting transported out of the warehouse and loaded onto the launch boat, the ever-present fear that someone would make a last-minute check of the contents and expose us to the world. There was also Zo, who’d set her ViM to record and relay her every word to mine. So I could listen to my sister play the part of Ben’s daughter… knowing that if something went wrong, there’d be nothing I could do but lie there and listen to the consequences.

Ben did an admirable job of getting his “daughter” the security credentials she needed, claiming that she’d made an unexpected visit and his custody agreement required he not leave her unsupervised for prolonged periods of time. The BioMax team seemed intrigued and almost delighted by her presence, some unexpected entertainment to break up the long, dull journey, and Zo obliged, laughing at their lame jokes and feigning interest in their boring descriptions of network-routing technology. For all we knew, one of them even had some relevant information about phase three and would be foolish enough to mention it in front of her.

It was the kind of luck that couldn’t last.

“Who’s your little friend?” The voice in the ViM was tinny and distant, but still easily recognizable.

I swore under my breath.

“What?” Auden whispered. I shushed him, and waited.

“Kiri,” Ben said, voice tight. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

No chance she wouldn’t recognize Zo. She knew everything about me. It was her job. Or had been, at least.

“If we can nip this virus in the bud, it’ll be a huge PR coup for the corp,” Kiri said. “Which we could use, after the disaster of the last few weeks. They’ve sent me along to make sure we get our narrative right. You know how it is.”

“Of course,” Ben said weakly. I hoped he didn’t sound as suspect to her as he did to me.

“So now it’s your turn,” she said.

“My turn?”

“I told you why I’m here. So why is she?”

Ben didn’t say anything.

I didn’t know what to do, if anything. I could bust out of the crate now, rush to Zo’s side, and—

“Halley,” my sister said. “Nice to meet you. And I don’t want to go on this stupid trip any more than you want me to. So if you can talk my dad out of it, be my guest.”

“Your daughter?” Kiri asked, sounding surprised. Or was that suspicion in her voice? Did she know? Had she guessed? I could imagine Zo’s bitter inner monologue— No one ever remembers me —and just hoped she was right.

“Well, I’ve heard a lot about you, Halley, and I’m certainly not going to pass up the chance to meet the girl behind the legend. Welcome aboard.”

After the terror passed, we were left with boredom. Long hours to kill inside our aluminum coffin, waiting for whatever was going to come next. Auden lay quietly on top of me for a long time. His chest rose and fell with shallow, even breaths, and I wondered if he’d fallen asleep.