The Cage: The Hunt Part 20

Blackness. Sparks. Pain.

He knew he shouldn't fight back. The dead second in command had probably fought back too, which was why he was in his current condition. But d.a.m.ned if he had ever let anyone best him in a fight. He let out a bellow and tried to slam into them, but they already had him on the ground. Hitting him with the stiff plank again and again. Pain burst across his face, then his left shoulder, then his kidney, until he was staring up at Bonebreak's ugly mask.

"Now," Bonebreak said. "What exactly did you see in this flight room?"

"Uhng. Nothing."

"And what are you going to tell your friends about the s.h.i.+p?"

"What s.h.i.+p?"

Bonebreak cackled in delight, or maybe he was just envisioning all the ways he'd stomp on Leon's cracking bones. "Good. Keep not seeing any s.h.i.+ps."

Leon pressed a hand against his face. He stumbled back to his room, where he collapsed on his bed. At least the deal was still on. Nok and Rolf and that baby of theirs would be safe. But as soon as he closed his eyes, his thoughts returned to what he'd seen.

A s.h.i.+p, he thought. A G.o.dd.a.m.n s.h.i.+p.

Or rather, a G.o.dd.a.m.n useless s.h.i.+p that would never take him anywhere.

But what if it could?

And what if Cora was right about Earth still being there? He could drink a beer. Preferably while watching rugby on his sister Ellie's c.r.a.ppy old television set, preferably millions of miles away from hunchbacked murderers.

He briefly wondered how much it would cost for Bonebreak to give him a seat on that s.h.i.+p. For all the Mosca's threats, Bonebreak could always be swayed with the right price.

But no. Cora and Mali and the others were his family now. Kin. He had left them behind once and he still felt the shame of that written on his face as plainly as the tattoos.

He groaned and fell back on the bed.

He really missed beer.

31.

Cora CORA WOKE TO THE sound of a door opening. For a second, she was surprised to find herself in a strange bed, in a room where the lights never went off. Ca.s.sian's room. It all came back in a rush that made her head throb. She touched beneath her nose, but there was no blood this time. Just bad memories.

A sharp stick. A bleeding eye socket.

She sank back onto the bed. It still held a trace of Ca.s.sian's scent, and faint sparks of the sensation she felt at his touch-or maybe that was just in her imagination. She swung her legs off and sat up. There was no clock to tell how long she'd been asleep, nothing besides the tears that had crusted under her eyes.

Sounds of movement came from the main room-Ca.s.sian was back. She went to the doorway to watch him bend over to unlace his boots. He looked as flawless as always, robotic in his perfection, but he tugged too hard at the knots.

"Did you take care of the body?" she asked softly.

He looked up, eyes falling to his black s.h.i.+rt hanging on her frame. "Yes." He handed her one of Makayla's matching dresses, then glanced at the bedroom, where the blanket was twisted in knots. "You slept?"

"A little." She ducked back into the bedroom to change into the dress.

"Good," he called. "Your mind needs substantial rest after what you did to Ros.h.i.+an. Ideally, we would slow the training sessions, but time is of the essence. The Gauntlet module has already crossed into Kindred territory. It will be here in three days."

She came back into the main room, smoothing out the dress. "Then we should start focusing on mind reading. That's the only way I'll be able to take over the testers' minds. I've been practicing on my own and I can get glimmers of ideas, but nothing very substantial." She tugged on the hem of her dress when he didn't answer. "You haven't changed your mind about helping us, have you?"

He finished untying the knots and kicked off his boots. "No. I haven't." He ran a weary hand over his face. "But I also promised to keep you safe. From the delegates, yes, but also from your own mind. It may be possible to cheat the Gauntlet, but one cannot cheat the limitations of one's own body." He went into the bedroom. She heard the sounds of drawers opening, clothes being swapped. She nudged his boot with her toe. Traces of dirt clung to the grooves in the bottom. She imagined Ros.h.i.+an's body ripening in the sun.

Her stomach started to turn, as Ca.s.sian appeared in the doorway, as immaculate as always. With one look at her face, he said, "I made you a promise and this time I will die before I break it. Now, close your eyes."

"Why?"

"I only know the parts of your plan that I could read from Leon's scattered thoughts. Let me read the rest from your own mind, so I know how to help you."

She paused, still hesitant to trust him, but then closed her eyes. He rested his hands on her shoulders. She could hear him breathing steadily above the hum of the panel. And there was that familiar probing sensation in her mind that almost tickled. She could feel him scrolling through each part of the plan. Finding and freeing Anya. Learning how to control minds from her, so Cora could stand in front of the testers and make them move like puppets at her command. Leon and Bonebreak, even the safe room for Nok and Rolf.

He dropped his hands. Deep worry was etched into his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Is it more training? Something else I need to learn?"

He shook his head. "Something I must learn. If I am to help you run the Gauntlet your own way, I must understand your methodology."

She blinked in surprise. "You . . . want to learn to cheat?"

"It is the only way I can help your plan succeed."

Cora glanced toward the bedroom door, hesitantly. "Hold on." She went back to his bedroom and took out the deck of cards she'd found earlier in his drawer, shuffling it carefully as she returned. "My cellmate at Bay Pines taught me how, over the months we roomed together. I can explain the basics. The first thing is to forget what you're trying to cheat at, and focus on who. I can't make these cards be anything other than what they are. But I can manipulate you. I can read your face and your tells-a.s.suming you're uncloaked-and learn what is important to you, so that I can exploit that."

He leaned closer. "And what is important to me?"

Her cheeks started to warm. She focused on shuffling the cards.

"Let's say, for argument's sake, your particular weakness was pretty girls. Then while I was shuffling the cards, I'd play with my hair, give you a smile, do anything to keep you from looking too closely at how I was dealing the cards. If I happened to slip an ace under the table so I could play it later, you wouldn't notice because you'd be too distracted."

He looked at the card in her hand. "The Kindred are not distracted by pretty girls."

She lazily spun her finger around her hair. "Are you sure?" She reached out to hide the ace in her dress, but his hand snapped over hers. "That isn't fair," she breathed. "I told you what I was planning to do."

"One does not normally announce when one intends to cheat?"

"Not as a rule, no."

"So, to summarize. Step one: learn how to distract your opponent. Step two: disarm the opponent by manipulating said weaknesses." He rubbed his thumb gently over hers, and leaned closer. "Something like this?"

She cleared her throat, which had suddenly gone tight. "Yeah, something like that." She set the cards on the table. "Consider that your first lesson-and I need your help in return. We've run into a problem getting Anya out of the Temple. There's no backstage area."

He shook his head. "I am watched too closely by the Council to extract her myself." He dug in his pocket until he found a temporary removal pa.s.s. "But if you cannot get her through the tunnels, perhaps you can devise a way to go in through the front."

She pocketed the tag, though using it seemed like an impossibility with all the Kindred guests there. "Dane's a problem too. He isn't going to be happy I'm still alive."

He considered this a moment, then went into the other room and came back with Dane's yellow yo-yo, which she'd last seen abandoned on the savanna sands. "Step one," he said. "Learn how to distract your opponent."

"You're saying I should cheat him?"

"I'm saying you need to get rid of him. And if I'm starting to understand the way humans think, the best way to do that is to set up a lie. A crime, perhaps. Something that will force the Kindred guards to take him away."

"You mean frame him." She wrapped her fingers around the yo-yo, stas.h.i.+ng it in her dress next to the tag. "That might work."

By the time they returned to the Hunt, a dozen Kindred sat in the lounge, awaiting their safari departures as though it was just a regular day, completely unaware that it was the morning after Cora had killed a man. Dane was onstage announcing the most recent kill. His eyes swung in her direction; they were hooded in the spotlight, but she could read the shock in his voice as he saw her.

"I buried the body beneath the acacia tree on the far side of the watering hole," Ca.s.sian said quietly. "It will be absorbed by tomorrow. I'll return then, and we can restart our sessions. I'll teach you to read minds. You'll teach me to cheat." He nodded toward a far table, where Arrowal sat with Fian. "Be cautious. They are always watching."

Her lips parted. With his metallic skin reflecting the Hunt's low lights, she thought of Nok's stories of the G.o.ds from the Ramakien with blue skin and the ability to control the winds. But Ca.s.sian was no G.o.d. She didn't want him to be. "Thank you."

He gave her a nod and left as the ceremony onstage ended.

There was a scramble as Jenny and Christopher dragged a stunned antelope backstage, but Dane remained by the microphone. He shaded his eyes against the bright lights.

"I see you there, songbird." His voice was unreadable. "Come on. Time to sing."

She stepped onstage, fighting the urge to claw his face. He smirked, but she detected an undercurrent of fear. He was guilty of conspiring to kill humans and animals-if she breathed a word about it to the Kindred officials, he wouldn't be headed to Armstrong.

"I'm surprised to see you here," he muttered, through a smile for the audience. "Alive, that is. Either you convinced Ros.h.i.+an to let you go or you offered him an even better quarry. I had an agreeable business arrangement with him. If you messed that up, I'll shoot you myself."

"Well, you can ask him about it next time you see him, though I have the feeling he won't be coming around much anymore."

Dane glared at her as he stepped down from the stage.

She squinted into the bright lights until she could make out Arrowal's silhouette at the farthest table. She smiled grimly to herself as she sang through her set. She picked old songs her grandfather had liked about card sharps and con men. In the loose part of her dress, she could feel the yo-yo.

"You won't know what's coming," Cora sang, and then the words died on her lips.

The yo-yo gave her an idea.

On her next break, she managed to slip onto the veranda and wave over Mali, who was working out of the garage.

"Listen, I only have a minute," Cora said, fumbling in her dress for Dane's yo-yo, and then scrawling a note on the back of a c.o.c.ktail napkin. "Take this. Give it to Lucky next time you go backstage and tell him to do what's on the napkin. Then get in touch with Leon. Tell him we need him to retrieve all the tails of the dead animals from Ros.h.i.+an's room."

Mali's mouth wrinkled in confusion. "I do not understand."

Cora smiled. "We're taking down Dane. Tonight, before he can cause any more trouble."

Mali glanced at the note on the napkin, reading it quickly, and then smiled flatly.

ALL AFTERNOON, CORA SANG as though the men she was going to cheat weren't sitting right in front of her. Dane was the first step. Arrowal would get his in due time as well.

"You can run, baby," she sang, glancing at Dane, "but you can't hide. If you do me wrong, I'll get you before long. . . ."

He gave her a smirk from the bar, and she smirked right back. A second later, the backstage door slammed open.

Pika's cheeks were splotched with red. Her braid hung forgotten over one shoulder. Cora intentionally faltered in singing so that Dane would look around. The Council members turned as well, as a ripple of unease pa.s.sed through the lounge.

Dane stomped around the bar. "I told you to stay backstage."

"You creep!" Pika launched herself at him. "I saw them in your cell! The whole cookie tin was full of them!"

He recoiled as her thin arms flailed around him. "What are you talking about? Get back inside!" He cast nervous looks between her and the Council members, who were now all watching keenly, except for Fian, whose head swiveled toward Cora instead.

The main door opened, as Tessela heard the commotion. She made a line straight for Dane and Pika.

"Listen, I don't know what she's-" Dane started, but Tessela dragged them both backstage as though they weighed no more than children. Arrowal started to stand, but Fian placed a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"Petty arguments," he said. "You know how humans are." Fian poured Arrowal another drink, glancing at Cora from the corner of his eye.

She gave him a hesitant nod of thanks.

"He's a monster!" Pika screamed from down the hall, and Cora just had time to slip in behind them. "It's disgusting and horrible and those poor, poor little animals!" She let out a high-pitched wail.

Cora inched closer down the hall, until she could peek into the cell room. The door to Dane's cell was open. He was pacing, red-faced, arguing with Tessela. Lucky had one arm wrapped around Pika's back as she sobbed into his s.h.i.+rt. Over her shoulder, he met Cora's eyes. If she'd looked away for half a second, she might not have seen his quick smile.

"I swear they aren't mine," Dane sputtered. "Why would I want a bunch of tails? There were tokens in there! Someone replaced them!"

Pika made a gagging noise. "I can't believe he's been keeping tails in that cookie tin this whole time!"

Tessela picked up the whitetail deer's tail and eyed it closely. Dane started to protest again, but she took an apparatus, which looked like a pair of binoculars, out of her safari uniform. She jabbed it at Dane and he crashed to the floor, unconscious. "This boy is no longer Head Ward," Tessela informed them calmly. "Makayla will now a.s.sume that responsibility. Guards will come shortly to take him away for interrogation. No one is to touch him or the evidence in question."

"What are you going to do with him?" Lucky asked.

"It is a crime to traffic in black-market objects," Tessela said. "As we do not believe in punishment, he will be rea.s.signed."

Rea.s.signed? Where were they going to rea.s.sign him to, the same drecktube they'd shoved Chicago down?

Pika still sobbed into Lucky's s.h.i.+rt, clutching Dane's yo-yo, the string hanging down limply. "I didn't mean to find it," she choked. "He left his yo-yo on his bed. Just sitting out in the open. He never does that. I just wanted to play with it a little, but the end of the string was caught in that cookie tin, and that's when I found . . . ewww!"

Lucky patted Pika on the back, as though he wasn't the one who had planted the yo-yo. Then he detached himself from Pika and came over to stand beside Cora.

"Listen, Leon's at the drecktube door," he said quietly. "He wants to talk to you. He said it's urgent."

Cora looked at Dane's unconscious body.

She was tempted to shove him down the drecktube herself, let him get charred in the cleaner traps just like Chicago.

But no.

Whatever the Kindred had planned for him would be much more unpleasant.