Charlie Huston - Every Last Drop

Terry, on the floor, his back against the dresser, shifts his legs away from the line of daylight that continues to track across the room. -Yeah, that's it, Joe, a conundrum. Well put. Certainly, I don't doubt Miss Hordes affection for you. I think the chance she took abetting your escape last year speaks volumes about her, I don't know, feelings. And her resources are well known. I am as certain as a person has a right to be certain of anything in this life that I could send her word that you're in our custody again, and that she'd be more than happy to open several large offshore accounts accessible by the Society's not-for-profit corporation. -But then you can't kill me.

He juggles his hands. -Well, yeah, sure we could still kill you. It might cause some problems, but

lets not split hairs. Lets just say it's the, forgive me this, its the money or your life.

I grimace. -Jesus, Terry.

He holds up a hand.

— Pun unintended. I swear. Cheap humor when talking about a persons life has never been my style. You know that.

I look at the collection of water stains on the ceiling. No, joking about killing has never been Terry's style. His style has always been more about making declarations regarding the greater good, and then telling me who needed to die for it this time.

Interesting, the shoe being on the other foot, my death being the one supposed to promote the greater good. Who knew I had it in me?

I open my flip-top and look at the butt ends of my last couple smokes. -Doesn't matter anyway, you cant make a deal with her nohow.

He raises his eyebrows.

— I cant? That's an odd point to make. Doesn't really seem to speak in your favor.

I put a smoke in my mouth, light it. -Bargaining a ransom. Kind of a serious business proposition. So tell me.

I light up.

— You start cutting deals with Cure, how's that gonna sit with the rest of the Clans? I mean.

I pick a flake of tobacco from my tongue.

— The minute you enter into that kind of negotiation, it gives them legitimacy, yeah? Can't imagine that'd go over with anyone. Least of all the Coalition. Seems unwise. Things being as unstable as you say they are.

He smiles.

— I'm anything but close-minded, Joe. Tell me what you re suggesting. -Let me go, III make the arrangements. You'll get your money.

He pushes out his lower lip.

— Like I say, I'm not what you'd call close-minded. Always looking to see the bigger picture in life, my whole forest-and-trees thing, but this is a tough one for me to wrap my head around, man. So, just for fun, because I like a good theoretical discussion, tell me how it is I can trust you in this scenario you're spinning.

I grin. -Fuck, Terry, who said shit about trust?

He extends an index finger like a saber. -Touche.

I drop my grin.

— But you're missing a big piece of things, man. For a guy who likes the big picture, you're missing a big fucking piece of things. -Please, I love nothing more than to be educated.

I point at the door. -Terry, what the fuck am I doing here?

He cocks his head.

I point at him.

— Strange, yeah? Why, of all places, come down here? Am I that stupid? I want to die that bad?

He temples his fingers, put the tips at his lips. -OK, yeah, I follow. Go on. -Terry, there is one reason, and one reason only for me to be here.

I point north.

— The Bronx sucks. There's no infrastructure for us. Hell, there's no structure at all. Its a bunch of free agents, with life spans preset to a couple months, running around trying to get all they can lay their hands on before they burn out. Its a place for dying fast. And so maybe I've always looked to have as much leeway as I could get away with, but turns out I maybe didn't know what that meant. Turns out maybe I didn't know just how much the Clans do to make life possible for a guy like me. Maybe I didn't know how good I had it.

I rise.

— I want back. I want back in the world. I want civilifuckingzation, man. And you want to know why I'd get the girl to shovel some serious cash your way and come back down here and be at your fucking mercy? Well that's why, man. I am tired of living with the savages. OK, so maybe it's gonna be hard to rehabilitate my reputation, but it's got to be better than what I was doing up there.

I plant myself in the middle of the room.

— I want to come home, man. I'm not saying it will be like it was, I know that can't work, but I want to be back downtown. Find me a corner, somewhere out of sight, just get me back down here, man. That's all. That's all.

I let all my air out, deflate. -That's all. I just want to come home.

Terry considers me from the floor, touches the tip of his nose. -Well, I won't deny it, Joe, I'm a sucker for a good redemption story.

He pulls his legs in, rises easy, stands in front of me. -But I'm not a sucker.

I look him in the eye. -I know that. -Sure you do. Well. Cards, then.

He fans an imaginary poker hand.

— We need the money. Negotiating with the girl would be bad for business. You can get the money. And.

He drops the cards. -I believe you need to be down here.

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

— I don't believe your sob story about wanting to come home, but I do believe that you want to be down here.

He inspects my face.

— Why is that, Joe, huh? What's down here, besides familiar ground, that you have to be so close to it? You leave a score unsettled? It that old story?

I hold his gaze.

— Just what I told you, Ter, just that I need to get out of the jungle. -OK, OK, that's cool. I can play it like that. Just, if it is a revenge thing, be careful about who you take a bead on. Your slack is played down here. You go up, get the money, come back, and yeah, I can figure something. We can find a corner for you. But it'll be a quiet corner, man, and you'll have to keep it that way. -All I'm asking for is a second chance.

He gets tired all of a sudden. -Yeah, you find one of those, you tell me how I can get one for myself.

I smile. -Yeah. I find where they keep them second chances, III share them around.

I get rid of my smile.

— Speaking of second chances, or second bananas I guess, cant help but notice you're making policy decisions without Lydia around.

The tiredness that came over him a moment before stakes a claim on more of his face.

— Well, man, III tell you, that's true, she's not here for this. Which, if you put a little, I don't know, a little thought into it, it might become clear why that is. I put some thought into it, Joe. I'm not claiming to be cerebral by nature, instinctive moves are more my style. I like to think that energy, personal energies, are a medium I have a small talent for reading. But that's maybe not the point. The point is, once you think about it, her feelings of animosity toward you aside, you cant help but notice that when you've had your back against the wall with the Society and managed to find your way to, forgive the pun, to daylight, that Lydia always seems to be in the know in a certain kind of way that suggests, I don't know what, involvement of some kind. So maybe it's an intuitive leap on my part, or maybe it's just obvious as hell, but I thought, seeing as I was coming over here to have Hurley kill you, that it would be best to leave her out of the loop this time.

He tugs his soul patch.

— Lydia has always operated her Lesbian, Gay and Other Gendered Alliance with a fair amount of independence within the Society. Always swung that bloc of votes to wherever she felt, I don't know, justice was best served. These days, she's, and this is her right, she's started going it alone more than in the

past. She's, this is, this is a real strength of hers, the narrowness of vision thing, so she's really pushing for more direct action. For the Society to move more aggressively toward making the Vyrus and the infecteds public. She's talking timetables and benchmarks and action agendas for taking the final step and putting ourselves out there and seeing if people are ready to accept us. Me, I'm still trying to keep mouths fed, trying to keep us all together and on message so we can have unity before we make that push. Needless to say, there's some distance between us right now. And I admire her moral and ethical solidity, the strength of that structure of values she's built her life on, but that woman, she can be a real pain in the ass when its time to get our hands dirty.