The woman had raised them all at Children’s Villa across the island. Now she and all the little ones were using the Dining Hall as a makeshift dormitory. Constantine said something to her and she let go of his arm. He ran to the bus and handed the bucket to Obu.
When he noticed Jacey watching him, he stopped, dropped his eyes. “Mother found a bucket of rice she wanted us to bring along.”
“You did well, Constantine,” Jacey said. A bucket wouldn’t make much difference, but if Mother Tyeesha wanted something, nobody would deny it to her. “Now get going.”
The boy flashed a smile so much like Vaughan’s that Jacey wondered if the boy’s Progenitor was related to Vaughan’s. She made a mental note to check the list of Scions and Progenitors Mr. Justin had showed her.
Jacey turned away from the bus, casting her gaze past the mango grove, down the gently sloping landscape of wild scrub that tumbled in green and brown waves to the sea.
The turquoise waters of the Caribbean seemed to laugh at her with cheerful glimmers of sunlight. The hurricane that had blown through days earlier would have better matched her mood. It certainly would have been a more appropriate symbol of the impending danger threatening the Scions. Somewhere out on that vast blue sea, the senator’s contingency force approached.
Just how many soldiers and weapons that force contained, Jacey had no idea. The senator certainly wasn’t saying. But if they landed before the Scions got away, all hope of escaping their dark destinies would be swept away, just as surely as the hurricane winds had stripped the leaves from the trees in the quad.
Jacey sensed Humphrey’s presence behind her, a warmth that lessened her dread somehow. Without looking, she reached her hand back. He took it in his own strong grip.
“Any luck?” she asked.
His silence was answer enough. Humphrey had been searching the campus for the Artificial Intelligence servers, the computers that hosted Madam LaFontaine. And more importantly, Vaughan and Belle.
“Should I speak with Madam LaFontaine again?” she asked. “She has to know where her own body is.”
Humphrey snorted a humorless laugh. “She’d hate to hear you call her server her body.”
Jacey grinned. “I know.”
Humphrey pulled on her hand, drawing her into an embrace. She allowed a kiss, but quickly pulled away. “Not here. It’s distracting to the others.”
Humphrey let out a disappointed sigh and released her. “I don’t see any point in interrogating Madam LaFontaine again. She has every incentive to lie to us. She’s loyal to Dr. Carlhagen. And Vaughan is obviously telling the truth about not knowing, because he has every incentive for us to take his server with us.”
Dark clouds passed over Jacey’s heart. Leaving Vaughan and Belle behind would certainly doom them. Even though both were AIs, someone in the real world could easily wipe them out if they got hold of their servers. After all, Dr. Carlhagen had ordered her beloved old teacher Socrates to delete himself. “We can’t give up.”
“I’m not giving up. I just think it’s time to put some pressure on Dr. Carlhagen.”
A new voice, deep and rough, startled Jacey. “I agree.”
She turned to find Sensei, the school’s martial arts master, approaching, every step precise and calm and yet simultaneously heavy and ominous. He exuded danger, like a quickly burning fuse on a stick of dynamite. Despite this, Jacey always felt safer when he was around.
“Dr. Carlhagen will just have to tell us where the servers are,” Humphrey said. “And while I’m at it, he’s going to tell me where the other Scion School is.”
Jacey willed herself not to slump at the reminder of the other school. Any gesture of exhaustion or defeat would send the wrong message to the Scions still busy loading the bus. If she were alone, though, she would have collapsed in a corner and covered her head with her hands.
During a dinner with the Senator Bentilius, Humphrey had learned that Dr. Carlhagen and the senator had been working together to build another Scion School. Humphrey had searched Dr. Carlhagen’s office, but hadn’t found any more information.
Just hearing Humphrey mention the other school made Sensei’s shoulders and chest flex. As usual, he quickly mastered his emotions, letting his muscles relax. “I still can’t believe I didn’t see all of this for what it was.” He waved his hands to take in the whole campus. “I’ll go with Humphrey. We’ll get the information from Dr. Carlhagen.”
He pronounced the headmaster’s name with such hatred that Jacey’s spine zinged with electric chills. Dr. Carlhagen had “recruited” Sensei from a prison in Brazil where he’d been serving a sentence for murdering a young woman—a crime he had no memory of committing. In return for his release from prison, he had accepted the role of martial arts master at the Scion School. But Dr. Carlhagen kept control of Sensei by threatening Sensei’s family if he tried to leave.
For years Sensei had taught the Scions martial arts and kept them in peak physical condition. He’d also been the sole authority at the school during long stretches when Dr. Carlhagen was away from the island. But he hadn’t known what the Scions were, hadn’t known what their destiny was. And he blamed himself for that ignorance.
Jacey knew that nothing she could say would take away his guilt. It went deeper than self-blame. Dr. Carlhagen, under the influence of andleprixen and his grotesque obsession for Jacey, had recently ordered his paramilitary force, lead by Captain Wilcox, to execute “Protocol Seven.” Wilcox and his gunmen had forced Sensei and Nurse Smith onto his helicopter, intending to throw them both into the sea.
But Sensei hadn’t waited to be pushed, instead choosing to jump into the sea while the chopper was still relatively low. Miraculously, he’d survived and swum to shore. Nurse Smith had not.
By the glitter in the martial arts master’s dark eyes, Jacey knew that Dr. Carlhagen might not survive Sensei’s questioning. The thirst for revenge burned in his gaze, but not because of the attempt on his own life. No. Sensei wanted justice because Protocol Seven had also ordered the murder of Sensei’s family, including his daughter.
Jacey turned to him. A dozen literary quotes about revenge came to mind, all planted there by Socrates during long memorization sessions. But despite the wisdom she found in them, she knew none would have any effect on Sensei. Even so, she could not allow him to go into Dr. Carlhagen’s room. The old headmaster now occupied Vaughan’s body, and Jacey planned to someday restore her friend to the world of flesh and blood. She’d do the same for Belle, too. Remembering the icy girl’s sacrifice, switching places with her in the transfer machine, firmed her resolve.
Vaughan didn’t want to be restored because he didn’t want two versions of himself in existence, an AI version and a flesh-and-blood version. Respecting that wish was not prudent. The Scions needed his leadership, and no matter how annoying Belle could be, Jacey needed her in charge of the girls. Leslie was nearly useless and Wanda was stretched too thin.
“Go speak with Dr. Carlhagen, Humphrey,” she said. “But not you, Sensei.” His fists tightened and his head cocked to one side, furious to be ordered around by a Scion. She slipped close to him, meeting his gaze without fear. “You never taught us girls to fight. But I heard what you said to the boys. ‘In every fight, your true enemy is anger.’”
She didn’t let her gaze linger, choosing instead to turn away from him. If she challenged him too directly, his pride would stiffen and he’d insist on seeing Dr. Carlhagen no matter what she said.
It worked. Sensei took a step back. “Take someone with you, Humphrey. Dr. Carlhagen is strong and won’t hesitate to attack you if he thinks he can escape.”
“I’ll go,” said Sang.
Jacey’s head snapped around. She hadn’t seen the boy lurking about. Her eyes narrowed. She couldn’t be sure Sang wasn’t now Mr. Justin.
Thinking quickly, she said, “Thanks for volunteering, but your leadership is needed in loading the bus.” She spotted a better choice. “Tytus, you go with Humphrey.�
�
Sang’s face scrunched in confusion—or was it consternation?—and he opened his mouth to object. Sensei cut him off. “Do as Jacey says,” he said.
Jacey glanced back at the martial arts master. His face was still a storm cloud of fury, but his fists were no longer clenched. He held her gaze for two heartbeats, then dipped his chin in a quick nod. It was slight, but it communicated enough.
Jacey paused a moment, suddenly taken with Sensei’s words. In every fight, your true enemy is anger.
“I need to remember that,” she whispered to herself. And as she watched Humphrey and Tytus head toward the medical ward, she hoped Humphrey would, too.
Sister of Shadows: As You Say
The familiar clang of a bell pulled Jacey from her reverie. She glanced at the top of bell tower, the highest point on campus. Built upon the circular walls of an ancient stonework windmill, the tower’s white plank walls reached skyward, tripling the original structure’s height.
A perfect perch for her spy to keep watch on the comings and goings of Scions.
She unclipped the walkie-talkie from the waist of her uniform pants and lifted it to her lips. She cast a glance all around before speaking. A group of girls was approaching from the mango grove, but they weren’t in earshot. “Anything to report, Livy?”
Static burst from the tiny speaker, then cleared as Livy’s voice—calm and precise—came through. “I’ve been taking notes, but I haven’t seen anything particularly suspicious so far.”
“Keep watching.”
“I’d rather be helping. This is boring.”
“Who rang the bell?”
“Rachel. She gave me the notes from her shift. Nothing.”
“Thank you, sweetie. Come down in a half hour and bring me what you’ve got.”
“Understood.” Livy didn’t put any complaint in the response, unlike most of the other girls who’d been assigned various tasks.
Like the group that approached now. Leslie and Wanda carried an insulated white chest between them, both huffing with the effort. Their arms strained, uniform tops stretching tight across their shoulders. Dajeet and Bethancy followed close behind, each leaning under the weight of a twenty-four kilo bag of flour or rice slumped over a shoulder.
“Why—couldn’t—we—use—the—Jeep?” Wanda gasped as they trudged the last few meters toward the bus. She had her wild red hair tied back in the requisite ponytail, but rogue wisps had broken free and fell across her eyes.
“Because Summer took it to the docks,” Jacey said.
Leslie’s lips pinched together, nostrils flaring as she and Wanda hefted the chest into the bus through the rear door and slid it onto the floor. Releasing the handle, she inspected her hands where a livid mark ran across her palms. At least she didn’t complain. Instead, she smoothed her coppery hair and straightened her uniform. “That’s the last chest. There’s a lot of meat left in the warehouse that’s going to spoil unless we can refrigerate it on board the boat.”
Bethancy and Dajeet pushed their burdens into the bus and rubbed their shoulders. Dajeet, a round-faced girl with luminous black eyes that made her seem both old and young at the same time, pulled her reader from a satchel and glanced at the screen. “There are six more bags of rice, three of quinoa, and a couple bins of fruit, mostly apples.” She swiped a finger across the screen. “By Obu’s calculation, with this busload we’ll have enough food to last us three weeks at sea.”
Obu was a Spider from Humphrey’s Nine. His gift for numbers was on par with Summer’s gift for mechanical things.
Jacey climbed into the bus through the rear door. The rows of high-backed seats were nearly packed to the ceiling with pieces of bunks, mattresses, food chests, bags and bins full of fruit, nuts, spare clothing, towels, bedding, soap, and other miscellaneous supplies. The Scions had been very fortunate that one of Dr. Carlhagen’s resupply crews had replenished the School’s stocks of necessities just a day before everything started to spiral down the drain.
Jacey shook her head in disbelief. Less than a week had passed since Dr. Carlhagen had returned to campus—after a four-year absence—to celebrate the first graduating class of Scions. Or so he’d said. And that’s when Dante had hidden the radio in his uniform and Vaughan, Jacey, and Humphrey had sneaked to the bell tower to listen in. They’d been so curious to know what happened in the medical ward after graduation. What they’d learned had led to a series of harrowing events that brought them to this day. A chance for escape.
She hopped back onto the grass and looked over Dajeet’s shoulder at the reader display. “There’s a bit more room in the bus. Do you have all priority items loaded?”
“All that’s left on the priority list is Madam LaFontaine’s server and the transfer machine. I don’t know why you want that.” She flashed a questioning glance at Jacey. When no explanation was forthcoming, she continued, “We have room on this load for more food. That will give us a buffer. If I didn’t have to carry them myself, I’d tell you we should take more bags of non-perishables. The quinoa would be best as it contains more protein than rice.”
Bethancy groaned. “Now she’s going to make us carry more bags.”
Jacey arched an eyebrow at Bethancy. Like Dajeet, Bethancy was fifteen, but she had none of Dajeet’s mature poise. And she never caught a joke that wasn’t blatant. “Three weeks and one day from now, you’ll be thankful for anything extra you carry today.”
“She’s right,” Leslie said. “Let’s go.” Without waiting, she marched toward the warehouse. Wanda flashed a weary smile at Jacey before following after.
“You go ahead, Bethancy.” Jacey took Dajeet by the elbow and pulled her aside.
Bethancy huffed and stomped away, muttering something about someone being a bit too high and mighty. Jacey let it go. If their positions were reversed, she doubted she would have responded any differently.
Dajeet stared at Jacey with her lustrous and nearly black eyes, waiting expectantly for Jacey to speak.
“I need to borrow your reader,” Jacey said. “Mine got buried somewhere in the bus when I wasn’t looking.”
Dajeet handed the tablet to Jacey. “I wouldn’t mention that to Sensei. He might let you boss him around most of the time, but old habits . . .”
Jacey made a wry face. “I don’t boss him around.”
“As you say.”
The phrase—one Mr. Justin had uttered many times—made Jacey’s eyes snap back to Dajeet’s face, studying the girl’s expression for any sign of a change.
But no. She couldn’t be Mr. Justin. The girl had been with Humphrey and several others in the hacienda at the time of Mr. Justin’s transfer.
Jacey turned her attention back to the reader. “Vaughan, I need to speak with you.”
He did not appear.
“Vaughan! I know you’re in there.”
Her friend’s face, an image of male perfection, flickered onto the screen. An odd smile played on his lips, as if he’d just been told a joke.
“Are you the whole Vaughan or one of his many instances?” Jacey demanded.
“It makes no difference.”
“It makes a difference to me.” Jacey didn’t like the idea that Vaughan could split his computer-based consciousness into several identical instances, each doing a different task. She always felt like he wasn’t paying his full attention to her. Not that she could tell. But ever since he’d installed Belle on his server, Jacey had the impression he was distracted.
Which made sense, actually. Belle had never been the most pleasant presence in Girls’ Hall. And now that she lived in Vaughan’s world, maybe she was annoying him the way she’d annoyed Jacey all her life.
“I need you to change your mind,” she told him.
“I’m not installing Elizabeth.”
“Who’s Elizabeth?” Dajeet asked.
“The Progenitor who overwrote Vin,” Jacey said.
“Oh. Then I’m with Vaughan on this.”
Dajeet’s opinion was
no surprise. Vin had been the First of Dajeet’s Nine before graduation, so naturally Dajeet opposed any resurrection of Vin’s Progenitor. At any other time, Jacey would have agreed. But they needed information. Now.
“I need to question Elizabeth,” she told Dajeet. “Mr. Justin told me she lives on an island nearby. I think that should be our first destination once we leave St. Vitus.”
Vaughan’s brows lifted and a different smile appeared, casting his face in a pose of compassion. It made her think of one of the angels from the Christian texts that Socrates had taught her about. “If I were to install her on my servers, I’d be stuck with her here forever.”
“Why can’t you just delete her once we get the information we need?”
His mouth gaped at the suggestion. “That would be murder.”
Jacey’s grip tightened on the reader. She’d rarely been at odds with Vaughan before he’d been overwritten. But since he’d been brought back to life as an AI, they disagreed more often than not. She wanted him to overwrite Dr. Carlhagen and return to his own body, but he kept refusing. And now this issue. “For what that woman did to Vin, she deserves to die. A thousand times over.”
“You’re beginning to sound like Belle.”
Dajeet covered her mouth, but didn’t manage to stifle an uncharacteristic giggle.
Jacey glared at her. The giggle cut off, but a tear escaped Dajeet’s eye. She wisely turned away, but gauging from her trembling shoulders she was unable—or unwilling—to get her poor sense of humor under control.
“Belle?” Jacey said to the reader, sweetening her tone despite the bitter irritation tightening her throat. “May I please speak with you?”
“How can I refuse when you ask so nicely?” Belle responded as her face faded into existence next to Vaughan’s. Jacey needed an extra second to realize the face really belonged to Belle. The pale skin and delicate features were the same, as was her nearly white hair. But, like Jacey, the AI Belle no longer wore her hair in the school’s regulation ponytail. Instead it hung loose on one side, the other tucked behind her ear. And, most shocking of all, she wore a glorious blue hibiscus bloom behind that ear. It gave a softness to the girl’s usually icy blue eyes. The habitually pinched mouth had relaxed, as well. And her lips held a sensual blush, as if she’d just been soundly kissed.
Child of Lies Page 30