Robin Wasserman - Shattered

“We’ll get you a wheelchair,” the medic said.

Auden shook his head furiously, eyes meeting mine. “I have another hour, at least,” he insisted.

“The nerve-impulse electrodes give you four hours of mobility under optimal conditions,” the medic said. “This much physical and emotional stress, it’s not unusual your system would be overwhelmed, need a rest. You have to remember that for someone in your condition—”

“I’m fine !” he snapped, pushing the woman away. One foot dragged noticeably behind as he limped back to his place beside us. “Contact Rai Savona,” he ordered Ben. “He can explain to you what all this is—”

“I’m afraid your friend Savona has disappeared,” call-me-Ben said serenely. “Slipped off the property as soon as you were taken hostage. Seems he didn’t want to stick around to see how things played out. So why don’t you tell me what it is the Brotherhood was doing out here?”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” Auden said. “This is private property. BioMax has no authority here.”

“And yet here I am,” Ben said. “And here you are. Your loyal followers have all been encouraged, strongly encouraged, to go home for the night. Your loyal partner has fled the scene. It seems like it’s just the two of us.”

Auden pointed a shaky finger at Riley and me. “They broke into a private facility, tried to blow it up, and when that didn’t work, they took an innocent human being hostage. And you want to interrogate me ?”

Ben smiled. “Apparently.”

“You can’t do this,” Auden said, furious. He was already starting to sound less like the boy I’d known and more like the man I’d seen up on that stage, preaching to his masses. “By this time tomorrow, I’ll make sure the whole network knows that you and your corp have chosen the skinners over the welfare of fellow humans.”

“Tomorrow’s tomorrow,” Ben said flatly. “I don’t deal in predictions. Tonight, your welfare is in my hands, and I’ll make whatever choices I want.”

Ben drove his foot into Jude’s side. The body didn’t move. “I can wake him up now,” he offered us. “Or wait until you’re long gone if you’d prefer. Avoid the messy meet-and-greet?”

Later, I wanted to say.

“Now,” Riley said, before I could.

Ben did it himself, accessing a panel beneath Jude’s armpit. Whatever he did next, he made sure to shield it from our view—preserving his trade secrets, the functions of our bodies that we weren’t allowed to know about. Jude’s eyes closed, then opened again, aware. He sat up slowly, shaking away the fog, gingerly testing first his arms, then his legs, then climbing to his feet and staring at us, indictment plain on his face. He took in the scene calmly, without question, as if there could be no doubt as to how events had played out while he was down.

“Take him,” Ben ordered two of his men.

It had been part of the deal. I had saved myself and Riley, but I couldn’t save Jude. “We can’t have him running wild anymore,” Ben had told me. “Now that you know what he’s capable of, you should understand that.”

We didn’t have a choice, I reminded myself. We waited until the last possible minute . We tried.

“Let me just say good-bye to my friends,” Jude said, imperious, as if he were still in charge.

Ben nodded, and Jude was released, allowed to approach us, as Ben remained a short distance away, making an ostentatious show of turning his back, leaving us to say our good-byes among ourselves.

Riley disengaged from my arms, stepping away, meeting Jude alone. For a long moment, they didn’t speak.

Riley began. “We didn’t want to.”

“Don’t,” Jude said quietly. He leaned in close, folded Riley into a loose embrace, whispered something in his ear. Riley glanced at me, his eyes narrowed, then backed away, down the wall, to the other side of Auden and as far as the BioMax men would let him go without raising their weapons again in warning.

He just feels guilty, I thought. He doesn’t want me comforting him.

I told myself that was it, and that it had nothing to do with the way he’d looked at me before, when Ben started needling me about betrayals.

“What did you say to him?” I asked Jude.

“Just the truth,” Jude said.

Just lies, I thought. And whatever Jude said about me, Riley wouldn’t believe it.

“I’m not apologizing,” I said.

“Good. Because I’m not forgiving. Or forgetting.”

Jude stepped toward me, grabbed my wrist, hard. The BioMax guys approached, but I waved them away. “I was trying to do the right thing,” he said. “One day you’ll figure that out.”

“You stole my line,” I said, trying to pull my arm away, but he held fast. His voice was angry, but his face was something else. Lost, like I’d stolen something from him, the thing at his center that told him what he was. He yanked me toward him, until his lips brushed my ear.

“You want to save your precious orgs?” he whispered. “Three minutes, starting now.” Then he dropped my arm and stepped away. “You can do whatever you want with me now,” he called out. “Just get me away from these skinners. ” Flanked by an entourage of BioMax thugs, call-me-Ben took Jude’s arm, personally escorting him away. Of course: Riley and I were toys, fun to play with while he had nothing better to do. Jude was the real point, the grand prize.

One minute passed as a security cadre walked Jude out of the building, as I let his words play through my brain, as, without processing what I was doing, I glanced at Riley—at Riley’s pocket, checking for the telltale bulge of the detonator. It was gone.

And that’s when I screamed.

“Everybody get out!” I shouted. “Explosives!”

Riley shoved a hand in his pocket. Then he started shouting too.

The BioMax guys took off running for the exit. Riley ran. I ran. And Auden ran—but only a few steps. Then he stumbled and crashed to the floor.

One minute left.

I turned back for him, screaming his name, feeling like I’d been thrown back in time, like the air was water and I was swimming toward him again, the current carrying him away, and somewhere, dimly, I heard Riley shouting for me, and I grabbed Auden’s hands and hauled him to his feet, forcing his arm around my shoulder, forcing him to lean on me, as Riley ran in the wrong direction, not toward the door, but toward me, and then everything got very loud—then very silent.

Time’s up.

The explosions were like gunshots, close range, and in their wake the world fell quiet, and the building shook.

The building shook, and a chunk of the wall blew out, slamming into Riley, knocking him down in a cloud of plaster and twisted steel.

“Riley!” I shrieked.

There was no answering call.

Flames licked the walls, smoke turned the air heavy and opaque, and Auden buried his face in his shirt as we lurched toward the door, gasping for breath. This time I couldn’t breathe for him. I could only get him out.

The walls were crumbling.

Riley’s head and torso jutted out from the pile of debris, and he was shouting something I couldn’t understand, arms waving in an unmistakable gesture. Go. Go, get out.

Get Auden out.

And that was what I thought, as I turned my back on Riley, as I held Auden up, grabbing on as he slipped away from me, as his head nodded drowsily, eyes clouding and lungs filling with smoke. Not him, not again , I thought, as I stumbled through the smoky black in the direction I imagined the door to be, sound returning to the world in the form of smaller, secondary explosions, ceilings collapsing, equipment imploding, as we pushed through an opening in the wall, into the cool fresh air of night, and left Riley behind.