Jane Higgins - The Bridge

Finally he took me up some stairs to a wood-panelled room and locked me in. The room was like the staff offices at school, but it was bare, like most of the rooms in HQ. There was a fireplace but no fire, shelves but no books, a table and a few chairs but none of the clutter people usually make when they live somewhere. A window looked down towards the graveyard and, beyond that, to the bridge. I tried to make out the city on the other bank, but the day was low and gray and all I could see were dull shapes in the mist. Dash was over there somewhere, waiting for us to bring Sol home. We’d been gone ten days. It felt like a year. I wondered if those two army guys had done as they’d promised and taken Dash and Jono somewhere safe to shelter and mend.

Talk outside the door pulled me back; I sat down at the table as Commander Vega and Benit came in. I didn’t stand up. That seemed like too much of an invitation to get thumped again. I sat still and said, ‘Where’s Fyffe? Is she okay?’

Vega sat down opposite me. ‘I need to know who you’re spying for and what you were sent to find out. I don’t want to use unpleasant methods to do that.’ I looked at Benit standing by the door and wondered how ‘unpleasant’ things could get.

‘I’m not a spy.’ My voice came out quiet and shaky – real convincing.

‘Indeed. You infiltrate us from the city, you disrupt the balance on Council in favor of Remnant, you get access to secret documents which you appear to decode with ease, you lie…’

‘I told one lie. That I was from Gilgate. And you gave me that.’

‘One lie? What about your name?’

‘That’s not a lie. That is my name. I came here with my friend to find her brother. When we find him, we’re out of here. That’s all.’

‘Yes. The girl. She’s told me where you’re from.’

Oh. So, it was good that she was well enough to talk. Not good that that’s what she was talking about. ‘I know you think Tornmoor is a training ground for ISIS, and they do go there recruiting, but—’

‘You fabricated that memo. What others did you fabricate?’

‘None. That one. Only that one. I wanted to know why you’d bomb a school.’

‘Where did you learn Breken? Is ISIS teaching Breken at Tornmoor?’

‘No, they’re not. I don’t know where I learned it. Maybe from my mother. I don’t remember.’

‘From your mother. How did you get into Tornmoor if your mother was Breken?’

‘How would I know? I was five years old. I did the entrance tests. They let me in.’

We went round and round in circles for quite a while. I tried to ask about Sol, but Vega was asking questions not answering them. Eventually he got sick of it and told Benit to take me back downstairs. I hated that cell already and I’d only been there one night. Benit took my boots again and I waited for him to demand the coat but he said, ‘Keep the damn coat – J. will just whine at me if I take it.’

I sat in the dark and added things up. They didn’t look great: being at Tornmoor, speaking Breken, working my way into one of the factions here, code-breaking, claiming a name they were sure I’d invented. I wouldn’t trust me either.

Voices outside made me sit up. I heard Benit say, ‘Hurry up, then. I’ll be listening.’ The room flooded with light and by the time I could see again Lanya was crouching in front of me. Benit lounged in the doorway.

Lanya was staring at me like I was some rare animal high on the soon-to-be extinct list. I tried, ‘Hello.’

She stood up and walked away. Leaned on the far wall, arms folded. Studied me. ‘You cut your lip,’ she said.

‘Yeah.’

‘How?’

‘Got careless.’

Her eyes narrowed. ‘You’re from the city.’

‘Extra careless.’

She shook her head and began walking up and down the room. ‘And I thought you couldn’t play secret police. The things you told me – are any of them true?’

‘It’s all true. Except I’m not from Gilgate.’

‘No. You’re not. I was slow, wasn’t I? You swear like a Citysider, you speak Anglo, you never talk about yourself. But you’re the wrong color for one of them, and you talk like one of us.’ She crouched in front of me. ‘And I liked you.’

I had no answer to that.

She turned away.

‘Wait!’ I said. ‘Is Sina okay?’

She was at the door already. Benit tapped the key on the palm of his hand.

‘Please?’ I said.

‘Fyffe, you mean,’ she said. ‘Yes. She is.’

Then she was gone and the light went out.

Lou came back. He sat at the other end of the cell, talking at me. He’d taken up residence in the corner of my eye. I tried to ignore him and concentrate instead on working out how to convince them I was who I said I was.

The only evidence I had for not being with Remnant or ISIS was the memo about the assassination plot: if I was a spy I would have buried it and left Vega to DeFaux’s bullet.

But what if I was wrong about the memo? What if no attempt was made on Vega’s life? How would they read that except as me trying to sow chaos in their ranks? Then again, suppose I was right and Vega was killed? He was CFM’s senior military figure in Moldam, and with him dead, opposition to Remnant would be crushed. What chance of rescuing Sol then?

I’d find out soon enough. There was one day left before Crossover.

In the morning, Jeitan took me upstairs again. This time he gave me some clean clothes. I couldn’t tell whether this was a good sign or a bad one. He took me back to the wood-panelled room. Levkova was waiting there. She stood by the window watching sleet hammer the glass. She didn’t speak, didn’t need to: a city boy standing there wearing her dead partner’s coat said it all. I had nothing to say that could make it right.

The door opened behind me. Vega came in, followed by the doctor, and Benit with Fyffe. They’d let Fyffe get cleaned up and changed back into squad clothes. ‘Nik!’ She escaped from Benit’s grasp and hugged me.

I looked over her head to the others. They were talking in low voices, except Benit and Jeitan who stood by the door watching us.

‘Tell me about Sol,’ I said. ‘Tell me what you saw.’

‘He was there, Nik. At Goran’s place. But when I turned up, they sent him away.’

‘He’s alive, then. How was he? Was he okay?’

‘I don’t know. Sedated, I think. But he knew me. We have to make them find him.’

‘Do you know why they brought you here?’

She shook her head. ‘Maybe they’re letting us go?’

I didn’t think so.

Something had been decided. Benit came and grabbed Fyffe’s arm. I pushed him away. ‘Don’t touch her!’ But Jeitan dragged me into a corner. Benit sat Fyffe in a chair then stood behind her with his hands round her neck. I pushed hard against Jeitan. ‘Don’t touch her! What are you doing?’

The doctor put a case on the table and took out a vial and a syringe. Fyffe stared at it, and then at me.

I pushed harder. ‘ What are you doing? ‘

The doctor glanced at me. He pushed the syringe into the vial. ‘Something we got from the Marsh. A dose of this and we have people telling us all kinds of useful information.’

We looked at each other, Fyffe and me. I know my face was a mirror of hers, wide-eyed and stricken, and I know her heart was hammering as hard as mine. ‘Use it on me!’ I said. ‘Why not use it on me?’

He shook his head. ‘It’s a little… unpredictable. I think we want you in one piece just now.’

‘NO!’ I struggled to break free, really sick now. ‘Stop! I’ve told you everything. I’ll tell you anything. Anything! Just don’t hurt her. Don’t!’ Fyffe was breathing short and shallow. The doctor pushed the air out of the syringe. I yelled, ‘DON’T!’