Robert Crane - Alone

“It’s not gonna happen like that. M-Squad is coming back. You’ve never met them: they are the toughest metas you can imagine. They’ll set a trap for Wolfe and they’ll punch his ticket. That’s if the Minneapolis cops don’t get him first.”

“He’ll go through them like a boat through water.”

“Yeah, in ones and twos – but they’ll be deploying in big numbers and call in state and FBI for a case like this.” Zack’s eyes were animated. “My degree is in criminal justice. Once they get a taste of him, they may even call in the National Guard. Mark my words, this town’s about to get too hot for Wolfe. He’ll either bail or—”

“Decide it’s not worth the trouble waging a campaign of terror and turn right back to attacking the Directorate.” I stared him down. “And we’re back to the same place – how many die before he gets me?”

Zack almost seemed to retreat. “He’s not some invincible god creature. He’s just damned strong and canny.” Suspicion clouded his features. “You almost sound like you’ve given up. You eager to get raped to death by him?”

“That’s so stupid I’m not going to dignify it with a response,” I shot back. “But he seems unstoppable! So the alternatives are run and hide somewhere else – which lets him slaughter a whole bunch more people so I can get away or keep hiding here, which again leads to the slaughter of more people and eventually me. Or I could just get it over with now.”

My fingers crept up to my face, lending it support. I was more tired than I was willing to acknowledge. “The idea of him slaughtering more people is wearing on me. It’s wearing on my mind. My conscience. What did any of them do to deserve this?”

“Deserve doesn’t have much to do with it,” Zack said in a gentle tone. “What did you do to deserve having this psycho want to gut you?”

I paused before answering, and a steady flash of images rolled before my eyes, of all the times I’d ended up in the box, all the little crimes I’d perpetrated, all the little acts of defiance against Mom. All the punishments, all the times I was bad. “I don’t know,” I mumbled, lying.

“Listen…” He paused. “Old Man Winter is sending me to South America with a couple other guys to track down M-Squad. Figure I’m going to be gone for a few days because we don’t know exactly where they are. While I’m gone…” He paused again and his eyes bored into mine. “Please don’t do anything crazy, like go after Wolfe.” He thought for a second and amended, “Again.”

I sat very still, fighting not to make a sound. When I answered him, it was as bold a lie as I thought I could get away with. “I don’t think they’d let me out at this point.”

His voice hinted that his disbelief at my last answer had carried over to this one. “I don’t think you’re the sort to ask permission after you’ve made a decision. Which is why I’m asking you…” A hint of pleading entered his tone. “Please let me get M-Squad. Just hold on until I get back.”

The earlier picture of the family from the news, their accusing eyes, shot through me. “People are dying.”

“I know.” He nodded and bowed his head in a sort of solemnity. “And I really, really don’t want you to be one of them. Old Man Winter says there’s a reason…something about you had Wolfe’s employer pull out all the stops and send him instead of anybody else. He says it means you’re important…maybe even vital…to what’s going to happen in the future.”

At that moment I would have happily given up everything I had, including my so-called powers, whatever they might be, in exchange for a destiny that included me living a normal life where I never had to worry about people dying for me. Maybe a boyfriend, eventually a husband, a house I could leave at will, a job, friends…minor things. “I could stand to be a little less important at this point,” I said with muted interest. I was so down I didn’t even care much what that meant.

“I don’t want to see you get killed.” Zack lowered his head to try and meet my eyes. I didn’t look away from him, but I didn’t have much energy left. “You’ve had a rough life so far, and I’d hate to see you get taken out before you had a chance to actually live it.”

“Live it?” I echoed. “How?”

“Have you ever been to a movie in the theater?” He stared back at me, slight smile lightening his face. “Or been out to a restaurant and then to a club? Done any dancing? Been to a concert? Gone to the mall? Comedy show? Theater? Been to Valley Fair?” I shook my head after each question, remembering commercials I’d seen, things I’d put on a list in a diary that had been under my bed for years, something I’d outgrown.

Actually, something I’d put aside because Mom thought it was too close to breaking rule #5: no talking about the outside world. “No,” I said.

“They’re all things I think you’d enjoy,” he went on. “I need you to hang on…just a little longer…til I get M-Squad, and they take care of Wolfe.” He said it with a reassuring smile. I could feel his confidence and I knew he believed to his depths that M-Squad could take Wolfe. I was less sure, but it didn’t matter. He believed it totally. “Will you promise me you’ll wait?”

I didn’t know what to say. I felt the pressure of his eyes on me, so calm and reassuring, looking at me in a way I had rarely seen. “I…I…” I stuttered.

Caring. That’s what his eyes were. And I realized again how good looking he was. And older. And I tried to keep in mind that he was spying for Ariadne and Old Man Winter, but that thought faded when I looked into his deep brown eyes. “I…I promise.”

“Attagirl.” He stood, extending a hand to help me up. I humored him and took it, feeling a little dazed. I kept focused on him and watched his eyes swim for a moment, and he let go of my hand. “I should…uh…get going.” He took a step and seemed to trip, then cast a look back at me to see if I noticed. “Felt a little lightheaded there for a second.” His smile turned to a grin. “Must be the effect of being around you.” He walked to the door and knocked on it, then left when it slid open, sending me back one last smile.

I groaned when he left, mostly from the last cheesy line he’d said, but also from the fact that he’d extracted the promise from me that he had. My fingers tingled with pleasure from the feel of his touch on my hand and left me wondering about all the things in the world that I’d never experienced – but less about the ones he had mentioned…and more about the ones he hadn’t.

Three more days, one hundred and thirty-two more dead. I was well past the point of sick and into the realm of deathly numb, if such a thing existed. If I had any doubt that I was the world’s worst person, it was dissolved when some unnamed individual slid a note under my door that I found first thing in the morning. I didn’t bother to ask the guards how it got there. It read:

People are dying by the hundreds and you’re hiding. If he comes back here, you won’t find much help from any of us because everyone here pretty much hates you and we’re all rooting for him to turn you inside out.

Ariadne hadn’t stopped by in several days and the guards hadn’t initiated any conversations, so my only human contact was when a cafeteria worker brought me meals three times per day. It was always the same person, a middle-aged woman who didn’t have anything to say. At all. I caught her scowling at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. Based on her attitude, I had to guess the letter was on target.

The crisis in Minneapolis had gotten so bad that there were police and SWAT teams on constant call. Helicopters circled, watching for any sign. Wolfe had progressed from only slaughtering people in their homes to killing people in public places as he moved between potential victims – he had been caught on several automated cameras. When four houses in a row in one of the western suburbs was hit it started a louder clamor; previously Wolfe had restricted himself to working in Minneapolis proper.