Zachary Rawlins - The Academy

“Nothing that solid,” she replied, shrugging. “Nothing specific. But, it is the other option. You’ve to admit it doesn’t look very professional.”

Alistair looked at the probability chart again and scratched his head.

“Whatever the case,” Rebecca said, crushing out her cigarette in the ash tray, “I still think that the North Cartel is an excellent candidate for ‘they’. Have you had a chance to talk with Mister North yet?”

“No,” said Alistair, shaking his head, “I don’t think I’ll get to any time soon, either. Gaul’s taken an interest, and he takes precedence. I think he’ll make a formal Inquiry. Maybe even call for an Audit.”

“Really? Why?”

“Gaul thinks that this whole thing was a trap,” he said, his eyes on the desk in front of him, “to draw out Mitsuru, to get her to violate the Agreement somehow, and thereby embarrass the Auditors.”

Mitsuru could only look at the floor, her cheeks burning.

“Don’t get so down, Mitzi,” Alistair said encouragingly. “If they chose you as a weak link to expose us, then they chose poorly. Unless I’m missing something important, we come out of this looking pretty good.”

“He’s right, Mitsuru,” Rebecca said slowly. “So Audits looks good, and whoever put this together, assuming we’ve read this whole thing right, comes off pretty badly. For something that must have taken tremendous effort to orchestrate, it sure didn’t pay.”

“Yeah. I’ve got to admit, I’m skeptical that’s the case.” Alistair leaned back in his chair, and put his sneakers up on one corner of the desk. “I think Gaul’s got it wrong. I think we have to assume that whatever happened, it all happened because the responsible party wanted it that way. I’m not seeing this whole thing as an operation gone wrong.”

Rebecca looked at him doubtfully, but didn’t say anything.

“Until I hear otherwise, I’m assuming that the same person was responsible for the whole thing. Mitsuru being ordered there, the Weir, the probability tampering, the kid deciding to take a walk in the park.” Alistair smiled thinly. “At this point, I’d be tempted to lay the JFK assassination at their doorstep, too.”

“You don’t know that,” Rebecca objected, “this whole thing could have been the result of competing factions, pursuing different agendas…”

“I don’t think that’s the case,” Alistair said, frowning and studying the chart. “I don’t see any sign of struggle or opposition, the manipulation looks blunt to me. The structure is haphazard, but it’s congruous — I think this is the work of a single party. Even if it is clumsy work.”

“Of the major cartels, who has the resources for this kind of probability manipulation?”

“The Black Sun,” Alistair said definitively, “Meier-Stoldt. Thule. North. Lao Xhin. I can’t think of anyone else, but there might be one or two others.”

“Which one of them,” Rebecca asked, plowing onward while glaring at Alistair, “is it that you think is this clumsy? Which cartel has this kind of power, but uses it with all the grace of an untrained child?”

“None,” Alistair admitted. “I don’t get it either, Becca, but it’s the only conclusion that makes any sense to me…”

Rebecca pulled another cigarette from the pack on the desk, and lit up, apparently oblivious to Alistair’s disapproval. She drew on it with obvious satisfaction, and then blew smoke at the ceiling.

“Maybe we’re coming at this from the wrong direction.” Rebecca said, turning to face them again, suddenly animated. “Why do you think it was that they wanted Mitsuru? What’s so special about her?”

Mitsuru’s throat tightened, as if she’d done something to be ashamed of. It took an effort to make certain her response didn’t sound defensive.

“What? What do you mean?”

Alistair looked legitimately confused.

“Well, look at the whole setup,” Rebecca said, leaning over the chart to point with her cigarette. “I see two clear points of intention — make sure the kid needs a rescue, and make sure you’re the one who does the rescuing. I heard about the catalyst thing.”

Mitsuru looked at the bandages on her hand speculatively.

“It was weird,” she said softly, “I’ve never felt anything like it. I don’t even know where I got the idea do to all those things, much less how I knew I could do them.”

“Remind me to try it sometime,” Rebecca said dryly. “Anyway, we know why the kid is important, or at least we’ve got an idea why he’d be important to someone. But why was it so important that you be the one to save him, Mitsuru?”

“Maybe his power as catalyst is limited,” Alistair speculated. “Maybe it had to be someone like Mitsuru…”

“What?” Rebecca crowed. “You mean their plot hinged on the presence of a dangerously unbalanced lunatic, with designs on the Audits department?”

Alistair grimaced at the sound, as the door slammed shut behind the fleeing Mitsuru.

“You’re too hard on her, you know,” he said grumpily.

“And you’re too easy on her — at worst, I’m hurting her feelings. What do you think you’re risking, codling Mitsuru like that?” Rebecca slapped her hand against the table angrily. “Look, I love the girl, I always have, and I died a little when they put her away, you know? But, they were right to do it. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”

Alistair nodded slowly, as if he were half-asleep.

“She’s dangerous, Alistair, dangerous to everyone around her. Whatever they did to her while she was gone, it didn’t help. I caught her a few minutes ago, trying to operate her Black Protocol. It was pretty gruesome. She can’t control it, she never could — you cannot put much faith in her good nature, Alistair.”

Rebecca leaned close to him, deadly serious. The mood was so rare on her that he had to look away.

“What would you have me do?”

“I support you in this rehabilitation project, Alistair, wholeheartedly. Mitsuru is my friend, whether she deserves the chances she’s getting or not. But, I have to know that you are going to make her do this. You let her fail once before, Alistair,” Rebecca said bluntly, hopping down from the desk. “I haven’t forgotten that.”

“Neither have I,” Alistair said, his face ashen.

“She was my best friend, Alistair. You guys were just fucking. It isn’t the same thing, so don’t act like you understand. You were her mentor, and none of this ever should’ve happened, because you should’ve put an end to it before it ever had a chance to become an issue.”

Alistair gave her only the barest of nods, his expression grim.

Rebecca opened his office door, and then hesitated there, silhouetted against the light streaming in from the window in the next room.

“I should have killed you then, but you were too bright to lose.” Rebecca’s voice was soft, but deadly serious. “You promised me that you would fix this, and I’m holding you to that, Alistair. You fuck this up for Mitsuru and this time whatever happens to her, I’m gonna make damn sure happens to you, too. You should remember that.”

She closed the door quietly behind her without looking back.

Alex tried to discreetly wipe the palms of his hands on the sides of his jeans. He was more than nervous — he felt like an animal on display at the zoo. He was sitting on an overstuffed leather couch on one side of the crowded office, and arrayed in a rough semi-circle facing him were Michael, an attractive woman wearing an Angel’s t-shirt named Rebecca, and two men he hadn’t met before, a pleasant-looking blond man named Alistair, and an older guy named Gaul, who had Mitsuru’s strange red eyes and an even icier demeanor. It was cold in the room, since Alistair and Gaul had insisted that Rebecca open a window if she was going to smoke. All of them seemed to have nothing better to do than stare at him while Rebecca ‘prepared’.