S Hunter - Longevity

Beyond the terrace, magnificently dominating the center of the courtyard, a huge oak shaded some stone benches and a table. A gravel drive circled the oak and split off to a 2-story, six-car garage on the right, and on the left, some well-tended flower gardens divided the courtyard from the manicured front lawns of a pair of small cottages. A bunny hopping through would add to the serene imagery, but not much.

Looking beyond the oak Chris could see a man carrying feed buckets and armfuls of hay from a wagon to horses waiting in a long row of box stalls in the stable that formed the back boundary of the quadrangle.

Chris’ best guess was that the guard office was over the garage, and that there were acueyes all over the property. In such a setting guards might well be ordered to stay inconspicuous. He hoped that the beguiling summer morning, unmarred by alarm following his arrival, was lulling the guards as much as it was him.

As Chris watched, the stable-hand finished feeding the horses and drove the tractor and wagon back towards the right and around behind the stable.

“What in hell are you doing here, McGregor? How did you get out?” It was Bedford, entering the room with an impatient stride and standing over Chris.

“I came to take that boy out of here, Bedford, and to talk to Williams.” This was a bit of a risk. If Williams was watching, it tipped their hand, and he might decide Chris had become too much of a liability. Chris was counting on Williams’ essential dislike of authority and the fact that he had probably been chafing under Bedford’s self-importance. If Williams was watching, even if ordered to stay out of sight, Chris figured he wouldn’t be able to resist a small act of defiance especially if it meant facing Chris.

Bedford actually laughed. “You’re unbelievable. This is my home.”

“Believe it, Bedford. Give it a minute and it may sink in through that thick conceit of yours.”

The door opened again.

“So much for surprising you. When did you finally figure it out? And where’s Hutchins?” It was Williams, coming into the room and getting right to the crux of the matter.

“At City Central with a shattered knee. That last thug in the basement of Bedford’s Potomac Falls mansion got lucky. She made it through most of them but she won’t be walking for awhile,” Chris said, dividing his attention between the two men facing him, although he took care to appear as though he was ignoring Bedford.

Bedford had frowned when Williams came into the room but didn’t protest when he selected one of a pair of side chairs facing Chris’ armchair, turned it around and sat in it facing Chris over the back. Bedford sat in the other chair.

“Too bad,” Williams said. “But it will keep her out of trouble.”

“Not lucky enough,” Bedford said curtly. “I gave you your warning. Unless you’ve thought better of it, and come to discuss… “

“Are you impaired in some way, Bedford? I told you I didn’t come here to talk to you. I thought I made it clear the last time we met that I have nothing to say to you,” Chris interrupted. He held Bedford’s eyes just long enough, and then turned away from him as though dismissing him from consideration.

“You know what he’s doing here?” Chris asked Williams directly.

Williams stared at him without answering, although Chris thought he’d seen a flicker of approval at one point while Chris was addressing Bedford.

“Jesse Bradford is 18 years old. Is this guy your idea of a good choice for an immortal overlord? Is this the world you want, Williams?” Chris asked, looking around. “It’s a very pleasant one, I admit, if you ignore having to get froggy for a cold-blooded son of a bitch who’ll discard you like a worn muppet when he doesn’t want something from you.”

There was an uncomfortable silence.

“You always were a self-righteous bastard,” Williams finally said.

Bedford smiled. “Why shouldn’t those who can afford it and their friends have comfortable lives and as many children as they want, and give their families resets every year, and still live to 200 or even more?”

Chris ignored him. “How are Becca and Sonya?” he asked, staring at Williams, and only Williams. “You see, I know what drives you. It’s what the Laws were designed for, to at least grant everyone the opportunity to watch their youngest child grow up, and get to know their grandchildren. It’s the best people hoped for, what drove them for thousands of years before Longevity came along.

“Do you think Bedford cares about any of that?”

“Save your propaganda for someone who’s weak-minded enough to fall for it,” Bedford said. “It’s still about a commodity. One that some can purchase for themselves and their loved ones, and others can’t. We will never be able to make it available to everyone, nor should we. We live on a small planet with limited resources. That doesn’t mean the best and the brightest should be denied the benefits of what they’ve built.”

Chris ignored him; didn’t even glance at him. “He’s so far from human already, after only 100 years, that he can’t even remember where he came from. You heard about Jesse and Mickey. Is that what you bargained for? Is this the world you want, Williams?” Chris asked again. “Is it what you want for your children?”

“Better than the little mediocre world you’re trying to hang onto,” Bedford said.

Still focusing on Williams alone, Chris said, “I haven’t talked to the Chief about you. Hutchins knows, and Agnew suspects, but there is no reason your role can’t be resolved within LLE. You know it could be arranged.”

This was a risk. Admitting the extent to which Williams’ involvement was known gave Bedford a strong indication of the limits of his own exposure.

Bedford smiled again. “My friend here has been assuring me that without incontrovertible proof, LLE would be reluctant to arrest me no matter what happens. And you have no proof, do you?” He moved behind the gleaming wooden desk, opened a drawer, and brought out a large handgun. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer my questions. Otherwise, it’s time I stopped worrying about loose ends, and started eliminating them.”

Leaving her first victim sleeping behind her, Livvy went back under cover of the orchard that bordered the road to the barn and moved from tree to tree. She felt a little silly, since this crude precaution wasn’t likely to achieve much except give Bedford’s security a good laugh if they had acueyes trained on the orchard. It was unnerving, but she and Chris had discussed her chances in the car as they approached her drop-off point.

“These guys are hirelings, not fanatics, and are assigned to a country estate. No doubt they have all the bells and whistles of an excellent surveillance setup, but not motion detectors or the local wildlife would be cast as the boy who called wolf. It’s human nature: they will let the equipment be vigilant for them, while they take themselves off watch and put themselves on call.”

“In other words, you’re giving me better than 50:50 odds,” Livvy said. “I’m encouraged.”

“Closer to 70:30 if you add some good camouflage to that armor.”

Livvy had given him a withering look but followed his advice. It seemed to be paying off. Maybe a century of observing human nature did yield some useful insights.

The orchard ended, there was another fence to climb over, and then she took her fate in her hands and dashed for the back corner of a two-story building she suspected was the garage.

The stable was to her right. Most of the horses were at their stall doors on this lovely morning, and several of them turned their heads in her direction. They looked peaceful.