21 - REMY

Spring 15, Sector Annum 106, 06h55

Gregorian Calendar: April 3

 

 

“They are beautiful creatures,” my dad says, stroking Lakshmi’s nose. Lakshmi, the tawny mare that will be my ride for the next few weeks, is smaller than the other horses, but I think she is more beautiful by far. Her mane’s the color of butter and her coat glistens, even at this early hour, with the merest hint of dawn sieved through the branches overhead. The idea of climbing on her broad back and making her do what I want would normally be hilarious, but no one is laughing. Granddad had a couple of horses before he got too old to take care of them, and he’d hoist Tai and I up on them and lead us around the garden, but that’s the last time I’ve ever even seen one in real life.

Now my dad gives me a boost up, and Lakshmi promptly begins snorting and pawing the ground. I have no idea whether she is eager to get moving or none too happy to have me on her back. I rub her elegantly arched neck, but its solid strength, a wall of pure muscle, is intimidating. Why would such a powerful animal ever deign to listen to me? Rhinehouse insists I’ll get the hang of it in no time, but I’m not sure I believe him.

Rhinehouse and the Director, it turns out, are accomplished riders, having done quite a bit of it back when they were communicating once every three months in the middle of the Wilds and he couldn’t risk flying airships out of Sector territory. Both have been given us pointers for the last twenty-four hours, but their advice has done more to terrify than reassure me.

They decided we’d travel on horseback to avoid drones. Horses, of course, don’t give off electromagnetic signals like hovercars and airships, and, apparently, there are wild herds roaming the outer reaches of the Wilds so a few more won’t raise suspicions. Plus the Outsiders use them so we’ll be less likely to scare the hell out of them showing up on horseback than if we arrived in a hovercar or popped out of the air in a cloaked airship. Besides, as the Director has made abundantly clear, every airship and hovercar the Resistance has access to is needed for evacuating the temporary base and for transporting the injured. Injured like Jahnu.

So while Soren, Miah, Vale, and I hit the trail like cowboys, as Firestone calls us, everyone else is staying behind to help with the evacuation. Bear is hanging back to be with the Farm workers who decided to join our cause—few of them did, after the chaos at Round Barn. But there are enough that the Director specifically asked him to stay, especially after Rose and Luis turned up with several stragglers in tow. Eli is staying to work with Rhinehouse on the LOTUS project and to organize the raid to finally get their hands on a 3D printer. He’ll be working with Zeke’s team on the raid. Zeke asked Miah to stay with him and join his team, but he opted to go with Soren and Vale, probably as a buffer to make sure they wouldn’t kill each other along the way. Firestone is needed as a pilot to help with the evacuation, and although Dad wanted to come, in the end he decided to stay, again at the Director’s request, to provide a calming presence for the injured, and to be with Jahnu. Kenzie, who, of course, will not leave Jahnu’s side, was visibly relieved when Dad told her. She will get to see her own parents again soon as they’re helping to prepare for the influx of people at the new base, but in the meantime, Dad will be there for both her and Jahnu.

Jahnu hangs onto this world by sheer stubbornness. Always right in the midst of the fray, he was protecting a group of children from several of Evander’s more vicious Enforcers and suffered a third-degree Bolt burn to the shoulder and took three old-fashioned lead bullets—one sliced clean through his thigh, one nicked his pelvis, and one shattered a rib and nearly punctured his lung. Kenzie made sure the two Enforcers didn’t live long enough to celebrate taking Jahnu down. Now, although his vital signs are stable, they’re still not good, and I can hardly bear to leave him. But the Director has made it clear I have no choice in the matter. My job now is damage control, cleaning up the mess I made. And that means reaching out to the Outsiders to convince them to join our cause. We can no longer take on the Sector alone.

Before mounting up, I visited Jahnu in the infirmary one last time, biting back tears at the sight of the white bandages stark against his handsome ebony skin. I laced my fingers through his, laid my head on his dinky little pillow, and cried. The carefully constructed dam I’d built to wall off my emotions collapsed, and everything poured out in a torrent. I told him everything I ever wanted to say, just in case….

“You will always be my best friend, and I love you. If you don’t, if you can’t…. I’m going to find the Outsiders and I’ll miss you with me. You’re my rock, Jahnu. My sanctuary. I’m so grateful for you, for your friendship, for sticking with me even when I was an ass, for always being truthful, but never judgmental, for all the laughs we had when we were little, for the funny faces and silly games and daydreams and quiet times when neither of us had to say a word….”

“Hey,” he croaked, his voice almost inaudible. I jerked my head up and wiped my cheeks. His eyes were open. “Fly the damn coop, Little Bird. Make some magic in this world … for me.”

With mom and Tai, there were no true goodbyes, and that was cruel. So I pledged to commit to memory everything about the moment, not just the words, but the brown of my fingers intertwined in the black of his, the barest beginnings of creases around his eyes and lips that may never deepen, the intensity of his gaze as he struggled to make himself heard.

“I have to go, Jahnu. Promise me ... promise you’ll try your hardest?”

He nodded, an almost imperceptible movement.

“A favor,” he whispered, his voice creaking, like a branch in the wind.

“Kenzie … tell her….” he paused, glanced over at the bedside table where there’s a damp cloth and some ice chips. I wet his lips and he drew in a ragged breath. “She is my morning star.”

Now Dad puts his hand over mine as I stroke Lakshmi’s neck. He gives it a squeeze, and looks up at me. “You and Lakshmi make a good team. Take care of each other out there,” he says as much to the horse as to me. “And try not to worry about Jahnu. Kenzie and I will be with him.”

We both know not worrying is an impossibility, that life is not something you can bend to your will. Kenzie had been waiting outside the infirmary door, and I told her what Jahnu said. Seeing the happiest person I’ve ever known choking back tears, her eyes rimmed as red as her hair, was devastating. If anyone could will someone to live, it would be Kenzie. Or my dad, as he held my mom in his arms. But life doesn’t work that way.

Again and again and again we say goodbye, we separate, our circle loosens, lessens, disintegrates. I memorize my friend’s faces, keep the moment that I said goodbye to them imprinted forever on my soul. If I had more time, I would draw them all, etched not invisibly in my mind, but permanently in the world.

But I don’t have time.

Today, we’re headed into the Wilds to find the Outsiders. The real Wilds, not the forests we navigated through in the winter after we escaped Okaria, not the wooded areas between the Resistance bases; these are places that were destroyed by nuclear or environmental devastation in the ruination of the Old world. They’re nearly inhospitable, or so we were always told, and in the Sector they’re called No-Go Zones. But now we know better. Now we know that the Outsiders—and who knows who else—have been living out there for generations, and we’re going because, as the Director says, we need allies. We need people who know how to work between the Sector’s lines, and the Outsiders have been doing it for decades. We need them because there is safety in numbers, and we need them if we’re ever going to make use of the LOTUS database.

If we learned anything from the battle at Round Barn, it’s that simple rebellion isn’t enough. To execute our strategy, we need the Outsiders. To win over the citizens of Okaria, we need my video ... but I'm not willing to show it to anyone just yet.

“Remember,” Rhinehouse says, “your goal is to convince the Outsiders to work with us. Not for us, but with us. They’ll benefit as much as we will from the overthrow of the OAC leadership and the reestablishment of a Sector that lives up to its founding principles. You’re all carrying the coded coordinates of our message drop points—in case you’re separated—so try to get word to us as soon as you can, and we’ll do the same.” Then to me, “Remy…be safe. Be careful. Understand?”

“I understand.”

“Off you go, then.”

Vale, who has been appointed the leader of our expedition, nudges Mistral, his horse, to start. But all she does is shudder so violently I wonder if Vale is going to fall off, and then Mistral snorts out a loud fluppery noise and turns around to look at him as if to say, Seriously? You want me to do what you say? Vale kicks the horse’s sides a few more times and all it does is lift its tail to plop out great brown steaming patties as the rest of us sit in our saddles waiting for someone to do something. Then Miah—who appears to think riding a horse is as exciting as flying an airship—surges forward with a soft whistle and a light slap of the reins on his horse’s butt.

“Some leader you are, Vale,” he calls, heading down the trail as if he’s been riding all his life. Being a kid in the factory towns was apparently much different from being a kid in the capital. Firestone starts yeehawing like a wild man and yelling, “You go, Calgary 2!” and, as if that isn’t amazing enough, I catch Soren and Vale exchanging glances.

“Did you know he could ride like that?” Vale laughs.

“No idea,” Soren shakes his head in amazement. “Wonder what else he’s been hiding from us?” Leave it to Miah to have Vale and Soren laughing together.

Then, without doing a thing, our horses begin to trot down the trail, following Miah’s as if pulled by an invisible tether and jarring my teeth together like rapid-fire hammer blows. I turn one last time and see Rhinehouse shushing and scowling at Firestone and wonder what lies before us in the giant maw of the Wilds.