Robert Crane - Family

“I hate to interrupt this lovely conversation,” Zollers said, still heavy with sincerity and concern, “but could we adjourn to the medical unit? I’d like to insure that Sienna gets bandaged up.”

“What, these?” I held my forearms up, and watched a small shower of droplets hit the concrete below, looking almost like water droplets in the heavy floodlights. I took a deep breath through the nose and could have sworn I smelled the iron in the blood, which had mostly clotted by now. “No big deal.”

“All the same,” Zollers said, “let me bandage you up.” He held out an arm in invitation, sweeping it to indicate that we should walk toward the headquarters building.

“Why?” I asked, almost uncaring. “It’ll heal by tomorrow anyway.”

“Consider it a courtesy to those of us who don’t like to see you bleed.” His eyes were warm, and I felt my resistance and uncaring fade, and I started along meekly.

“Don’t mind me,” Reed said from behind me, still seated by the helicopter. “I’m just going to sleep here.”

“Zack,” Ariadne said, “please help Mr. Treston to his room, will you?” She looked down to Reed. “We’ll talk about your conversation with your headquarters tomorrow, unless you have anything desperately urgent to tell us now?”

I watched Reed open an eye. “Nothing catastrophically revealing – I’m allowed to help you. And one other thing – you’ve got a traitor in your organization.”

“Well yeah,” I said after a minute, “we’ve known that since Andromeda told us before, remember?”

“Yeah,” Reed said with a shake of his head. “Some detail, though – they’re highly placed. Our sources inside Omega say your traitor has access to nearly everything.” He blinked. “Which might explain to you how they managed to set a trap to ambush my helicopter. They even knew the flight path we were taking and put those vamps in our way with a guided missile to take me down.”

“But why?” Ariadne asked. “Why bother, when you didn’t really have anything to tell us?”

“Because,” Reed said with a tired smile, “the worst thing for Omega would be the joining of their worst enemy – us – with the most powerful meta force in North America. It’s the unholy union of old-world knowledge of metahumans with the new school of technology and science.” He shrugged, but it was a weary sort of sad one. “Looks like they mean to wipe you out in the next few moves, and I think they worry we might be an impediment to that.”

“Why?” Ariadne said, and she actually stooped to look at Reed when she said it. “We’ve had no run-ins with them, really.” She paused, gave it a thought, and went on. “Other than over—”

“Her,” Reed said with a nod to me.

“I’m sorry, what?” I blinked and looked around at the circle of faces that had turned to me. “Me? You told me before they were after my mom, that they were using me to get to her.”

“Sienna’s why they’re attacking you,” Reed said. “All along they’ve been after her, since the day they sent Wolfe to retrieve her. They’ve got a mean-on for her for some reason, and no one knows what it is. And I’m starting to think it might not have anything to do with her mother at all; they’ve been more or less ignoring Sierra, after all.”

“What about you?” I asked. “You’ve been after me nearly as long.”

“Because Wolfe was after you,” Reed said, eyes on mine, but a veil over his, where I couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking but could see there was something more to it. “I got the word he was on your trail and I tried to get there first.” He looked to Ariadne, who was still next to me. “What about you? How did you know to go for her?”

Ariadne hesitated. “I don’t know,” she said, and I remembered long ago when I’d had a conversation with her in a confining room when I’d first awakened at the Directorate. “The Director handed me her address and flagged her to be brought in immediately, highest priority—”

“Interesting,” I said, a little smug. “That’s not what you told me when you brought me in.”

“And if you’d asked the Director,” she said, flicking a cool look back at me that contained more than a grain of discomfort at having to admit her lie, “do you think he would have told you if he didn’t want to?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” I said solemnly. “Where is he?”

“Texas,” Ariadne said as Zack helped Reed to his feet. “He’s at our campus down there trying to help them get back on their feet.” She looked at Reed almost apologetically, and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned most of his weight on Zack. “Metaphorically speaking. You’re more than welcome to ask him when he gets back, but it could be several days, as he’s somewhat busy helping them deal with the massacre of almost ninety percent of their agents by Omega.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, turning to Reed, who was already beginning to hobble away with Zack’s help. He didn’t turn back to me, though Zack turned to look. “Are you suggesting that this whole war with Omega is because of…of…” I floundered for a moment. “Because of me?”

Zack stopped, and after a moment Reed turned with him, a slow circle Zack walked while keeping Reed in roughly the same place. “I’m sorry,” Reed said. “I didn’t mean to suggest it.” I took a breath until he spoke again and it all came out in a gasp. “I meant to say it flat out.” His eyes were laden with sympathy for me. “You are the flashpoint, the reason that Omega is at war with the Directorate. It’s because they wanted you and were thwarted twice, losing two of their most powerful operatives. That’s not the sort of threat to their influence and reputation in the meta world that they could tolerate.” He blinked. “So they came at your support mechanism, seeing weakness there.” He smiled again. “After all, with the Directorate gone, who’s going to protect you?”

I let Dr. Zollers lead me off to the medical unit without protest, let him gesture me over to a bed where I sat, staring ahead, trying not to think about everything going on but failing miserably. He came back in a moment with three layers of latex gloves on, some bandages in hand, and disinfectant. “This will probably sting some,” he cautioned as he rolled a stool up to sit in front of me.

“Worse than when my arms got raked apart to begin with?” I asked with a dull smile.

“Probably not,” he conceded as he started to examine them. “I doubt this is enough of a layer of protection from your powers—” he held up a gloved hand – “so I’m going to minimize flesh contact.” He extended a swab after dabbing it in the disinfectant. “This is more of a precaution. I know you’ll heal on your own.”

“Then why are you doing this?” I held my hand out and he ran the swab down one of the gouges in my flesh. “Why bother?”

He seemed to think about it for a moment as he worked, staring intently at what he was doing. “Because it feels better than doing nothing.”

“But it’s pointless,” I said. “Won’t change a thing.”

“Wrong,” he said. “I told you, it feels better than doing nothing; ergo, it changes how I feel. That’s not nothing.”

“It’s not important how we feel,” I said. “It’s important what we do.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and stopped his work on my arm. “That is possibly the most incorrect thing I’ve ever heard, and dangerous to boot. Ever tried to ignore overwhelming feelings for too long? How do you think it turns out? Well?”

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking back down with the swab in motion, stinging me. “Probably not. Human emotions are like the most fearsome lions when aroused, and yet as easily torn through as a paper tiger at times. Ignore them at your peril.”