Lunar day 188
Afternoon
I had to find Roddy. I didn’t know how to hack the computer and dig up the security footage on my own.
Now that Nina and everyone else were distracted by the arrival of the new Moonies, I figured Roddy would probably have returned to the rec room to play veeyar games. Sure enough, I found him there, jacked in as usual.
Unfortunately, I also found Patton and Lily Sjoberg.
The Sjobergs and their parents were the first lunar tourists. Since Moon Base Alpha ended up costing more than five times what NASA had originally projected, the agency was forced to get additional financing from space tourism. Maximum Adventure Travel ponied up the money in return for two concessions: 1) A residence at MBA would be converted into a “deluxe lunar hotel suite.” 2) Maximum Adventure had the exclusive rights to charge incredibly wealthy people staggering sums of money to come stay at Moon Base Alpha.
In truth, the “deluxe lunar hotel suite” isn’t that deluxe. There was no way to deliver anything particularly fancy to MBA, like nice mattresses or Jacuzzi tubs. The suite has an actual window, and the SlimScreens are slightly higher quality than ours, but other than that it’s as lame as every other room at MBA. The tourists still have to eat the same awful food we do and use the same sadistic toilets. And yet MBA is the only place for tourists to stay on the moon, so incredibly rich suckers are lining up to shell out big bucks to come here. The Sjobergs outbid hundreds of other elite families in a silent auction, spending what’s rumored to be more than half a billion dollars to be the first lunar tourist family. The money bought them a four-month stay at MBA, which they were already four weeks into.
Hard as it is to believe, half a billion isn’t much money for the Sjobergs. They are some of the richest people on earth. Lars, the father, made his fortune in deep-sea oil drilling. Sonja, the mother, inherited half of Norway. Together they have so much money, they’ve run out of ways to spend it. They have more homes in more countries than anyone can count, a fleet of private jets, a solid gold bathtub, and a pet snow leopard named Schatzi. They’ve already visited every place on earth, so when the chance came to go to the moon, they jumped at it.
Unfortunately, just like the rest of us, they discovered Moon Base Alpha wasn’t what they’d hoped. But even if MBA had been absolutely incredible, with fancy suites and gourmet meals, I still doubt the Sjobergs would have been happy. They’re spoiled rotten. Back on earth, servants did everything for them. And I mean everything. They had cooks, gardeners, butlers, dog walkers, maids, doormen, barbers, decorators, masseuses, stablemen, pool boys, and art curators. But since there were only four seats available on the rocket, there was no way for them to bring even a single butler to MBA. So, for the first time in their lives, the Sjobergs have to do things for themselves. And they hate it. They’ve been so pampered; none of them has the slightest idea how to work anything, no matter how simple. On the first night at MBA, Lars Sjoberg nearly lost a finger trying to use a can opener.
Once they learned they were incompetent without servants, the Sjobergs came up with a new plan: Try to make everyone else at MBA do things for them. This didn’t work out so well either. In the first place, they never asked us to do anything. They ordered us to do it. Second, all the adults had plenty to do already. They couldn’t just drop everything to make breakfast for a bunch of helpless rich people. So everyone told the Sjobergs they’d have to handle things on their own. (Except Chang Hi-Tech, who bluntly informed Lars Sjoberg that he should get off his lazy butt before Chang drove his foot up it.)
From there things only got worse. None of the Sjobergs had been very nice to begin with. Now, realizing they’d spent more than some entire countries made in a year to end up in their own private hell, they turned on us, becoming even nastier than before. Any encounter with them was a bad one. The only Moonie any of them remotely got along with was Cesar Marquez, and that’s only because Lily Sjoberg had a crush on him. And since Cesar didn’t like his little brother much, the Sjoberg kids were worse to Roddy than to anyone else.
When I found them in the rec room, Patton and Lily had just swiped Roddy’s hologoggles and were playing keep-away.
“Come on! Give them back!” Roddy whined as he haplessly ran back and forth between the twins. “I was just about to liberate Titan from the Pernicious Skrinks!”
“Ooh!” Patton Sjoberg taunted. “If you’re such a big hero, why can’t you get your goggles back?”
“Why do you guys have to be such jerks?” Roddy mewled.
“Why do you have to be such a loser?” Lily shot back.
Normally I might have hustled off before anyone noticed me. I didn’t like the idea of being on Patton Sjoberg’s bad side. In addition to being as mean as a rabid badger, he was also quite strong. He spent most of his time at MBA in the gym, bulking up his muscles. His biceps had grown by an inch in the last four weeks. And Lily was pretty strong herself, surprisingly tall and broad for a girl.
But I needed a favor from Roddy, and Roddy wasn’t much for helping anyone but himself. So I figured I’d get on his good side.
Roddy made a desperate lunge for Patton, who flipped the goggles over his head. Given the low gravity, they sailed high into the air.
I cocked my legs and launched myself as hard as I could. On earth my vertical jump was about two feet. On the moon it’s four times that. I flew over Lily’s head and snatched the goggles before she could.
Unfortunately, even after six months I was still mastering low gravity. I flew much farther than I’d expected, crashed into the wall, and tumbled back down to the floor. Still, I managed to keep a hold on the goggles. When I got to my feet, the Sjobergs were flanking me, glaring hatefully with their beady blue eyes.
“Look who thinks he’s a hero now,” Patton scoffed. “Give them back, Dash.”
He reached for the goggles, but I yanked them away. “They’re not yours.”
“They’re not yours, either,” Lily said. “We’re trying to have some fun here and you’re ruining it. So why don’t you blast off and leave us alone?”
“Why don’t you go instead?” I asked. “I’ll bet Roddy was here first.”
Patton scowled. His muscles flexed, stretching the fabric of his shirt. “Hand over the goggles,” he said. “Trust me. You do not want to make enemies with me.”
I turned to face him, and as I did, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the SlimScreen. Behind my back, Lily Sjoberg was coiling to strike. “You’re right,” I said. “I don’t. But that shouldn’t mean I have to give you whatever you want.”
“Then we’ll just take it.” Patton sprang at me. At the same time, in the reflection, I saw his sister do the same.
I was ready for them, though. As they both came at me, I launched myself again. I soared out of Patton and Lily’s path and they slammed into each other, clocking heads so hard that I could practically hear their tiny brains rattle around in their skulls.
This time I stuck the landing, alighting perfectly by Roddy. “Here you go,” I said, valiantly handing over his goggles.
He didn’t even say thanks. He was too busy watching the Sjobergs.
Patton and Lily staggered a moment before regaining their balance, then wheeled on me. Lily’s nose had gotten bloodied in their collision, while Patton now had a fat lip. Patton put his fingers to his mouth, then pulled them away bloody. A tiny shard of white sat on one fingertip. “You chipped my tooth!” he yelled. Although with his fat lip it sounded like “toof.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I countered. “You attacked me.”
“You two are going to pay for this,” Patton growled.
“Me?” Roddy gulped. “I didn’t have anything to do with this! Dash is the one you want!” And then, even though I’d just come to his aid, the weasel scurried out of the rec room, leaving me on my own with the Nordic nightmares.
Neither Patton nor Lily went after him. Instead they both marched toward me.
“You break my tooth,” Patton said, “I break your head.”
I stared at them, unable to believe things had come to this. The Sjobergs were doing their best to look menacing, but with blood trickling from Lily’s nose and smeared over Patton’s broken teeth, they both looked even stranger than usual.
You see, Patton and Lily are virtually the only pure white people my age I’ve ever met. Everyone else I know is a blend. Me and Violet for example (black mom, white dad). Or the Brahmaputra-Marquez family (Indian mom, Latino dad). Or Kira (Asian mom, black dad). Or Riley Bock, back on earth (Korean-Italian mom, Irish–Sri Lankan–Peruvian-Choctaw dad). The Sjobergs, however, are pure northern European Caucasian stock, with blond hair and blue eyes and skin so pale it looks like the belly of a fish. Mom and Dad have some friends like that from their generation, and my grandparents say it was pretty common when they were young, and I’ve been told that back when my great-grandparents were kids, people of different races couldn’t even marry each other in America. I know that’s true, but it still seems impossible.
Every kid I’d ever known was some shade of brown. So to me, on a normal day, the snow-white Sjobergs were strange. Now, with their sneering, blood-smeared faces, they looked like things from one of Roddy’s intergalactic virtual reality games.
I held out my hands, signaling Patton and Lily to calm down. “Hold on now. Can we talk about this?”
To my surprise, the Sjobergs stopped right in front of me. “Sure,” Patton said. “Let’s talk.”
“Really?” I asked. “Okay. Look, I’m very sorry you got hurt—”
I almost didn’t see Lily’s fist coming. The Sjobergs hadn’t stopped out of any sense of kindness. They’d only done it so I’d let my guard down. Plus I was focused on Patton, thinking that if anyone threw a punch, it’d be him. While Lily looked gentler, however, she could be just as nasty.
I ducked to the side. Lily’s knuckles grazed my ear. She sailed past me, and instead of connecting with my face, her fist slammed into the doorjamb. Lily howled in pain.
Patton dove for me. I sprang out of his way, once again sailing higher than I would have on earth, and landed in the hall, where I took off, bounding as fast as I could. Patton tumbled to the floor, but quickly righted himself and came after me. Lily followed us, cradling her wounded fist, yelling, “Get him, Patton! Smash his stupid face in!”
You can’t really run in low gravity. Running requires keeping your feet on the ground, which is impossible to do when every step sends you flying through the air. Patton and I were still trying, though, which meant we ended up looking ridiculous, pinwheeling our legs in the air like cartoon characters that had just run off a cliff. Patton actually had the advantage, though; because he was bigger, he hit the ground more, which meant he was closing the gap on me.
We reached the main air lock. Even now, more than an hour after the Raptor’s arrival, the adults were still hard at work unloading the rocket. The outdoor crew had delivered a new load of cargo to the air lock and other people were moving it into the station. The staging area was full of shrink-wrapped bales of new supplies: dehydrated food packets, robot replacement parts, medical supplies, sanitary wipes, toilet paper, and the highly anticipated fresh fruit and vegetables. Half a dozen adults were shuttling the cargo about.
Dr. Janke stepped right in my path, holding a huge block of food.
It was three feet square, the kind of thing you’d normally see on a forklift. On earth it would have probably weighed two hundred pounds. On the moon it was less than forty, so Dr. Janke could lift it by himself. Still, because it was so big, it nearly blocked the entire hall.
I didn’t have time to stop.
But I could go over it. In low gravity, you can run along walls. You can’t do it for long, but I didn’t have to. I sprang up, hit the wall with my feet, and charged a few steps, clearing the bale before dropping to the floor again.
Behind me Patton—whose brain was more dense than his muscles—tried to stop instead. But his inertia carried him forward, and he slammed right into the bale. His legs went out from under him, he landed flat on his back—and then the huge bale, knocked free from Dr. Janke’s hands, landed right on top of him. There was a sickening crunch, followed by a scream of disgust from Patton.
All the adults rushed to his aid, lifting the crate off him. I’d thought the crunch might have come from Patton’s nose breaking; instead it turned out to be three cartons of fresh eggs cracking on his head. By the time Patton wriggled free, the smashed yolks had already oozed through the shrink-wrap, coating his head in yellow goo. A bag of dried coconut had also burst open on impact, and the shavings were now stuck in the eggs, making Patton look like a mangy poodle.
The adults gasped in horror. Not because of how Patton appeared—but because we’d just lost our only fresh eggs. And a good bit of coconut.
Patton staggered to his feet, blinded by the raw egg that had oozed into his eyes. “Dash!” he bellowed. “I’m gonna kill you!”
I tried to slip away before he regained his sight, only to feel a sudden viselike grip on my arm. “What have you done?” Nina demanded.
“Me?” I asked. “I didn’t do anything! You heard Patton. He was trying to kill me!”
“I was not!” Patton blubbered in his defense. Since he couldn’t see Nina, he mistakenly faced the wrong way, delivering his argument to a wall. “First that little freak breaks my tooth! Then he does this!”
Lily hurried to her brother’s side. “Look at him, Nina! He’s covered in egg!”
“He started this!” I argued. “I was only defending myself!”
Nina spun me around to face her. “You’re on probation as of this moment.”
“Only me?” I asked. “Why isn’t Patton in trouble too?”
“Because your parents didn’t shell out half a billion dollars to come here,” Dr. Janke muttered.
Everyone else laughed, except Nina. Instead she grew even angrier and directed it at me. “I thought my orders were clear. Anyone who doesn’t have cargo duty is to stay out of this area so things like this don’t happen.” She stabbed a finger at the mess on the floor. “So I’m going to give you another order, Dashiell. And I expect you to follow it this time. Go to my quarters. Now.”
I had no choice but to obey. I slunk back through the staging area, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. I got the sense they all knew I wasn’t really to blame, but no one wanted to get on Nina’s bad side—or the Sjobergs’—by sticking up for me at the moment. Only Patton seemed pleased. “Sucks to be you,” he chuckled as I passed him.
“At least I don’t look like an omelet,” I shot back.
Patton stopped laughing. “You’d better watch your back,” he growled.
“I’ll be up there soon,” Nina told me. “Right after I take care of the mess you’ve made.”
I didn’t bother to look back. I continued past the air lock, then climbed the stairs to Nina’s residence. Once I got there, however, I found her door was locked. I had no choice but to sit on the catwalk and wait. Below me everyone in the staging area went back to their business.
At the end of the hall, behind them all, I caught a glimpse of Zan Perfonic by the science pod. She shot a quick glance in my direction. I couldn’t quite read it from that distance, but I got the idea she was trying to comfort me somehow.
I still felt lousy, though. I’d failed miserably at my first assignment. I’d gone to ask for Roddy’s help hacking into the computer and had ended up on probation. Of course, that wasn’t entirely my fault. I hoped Roddy might come by, looking to thank me for helping him out, but there was no sign of him. I figured he was probably in the mess hall, waiting for fresh food to arrive.
“Hey,” Kira said.
I glanced toward her voice. She was standing in the doorway of her residence. It was only a few feet away, but it was far enough so that Nina, who was still in the staging area, couldn’t see her.
“What was all that about?” she asked.
“The Sjobergs were picking on Roddy Marquez,” I reported. “I tried to help him and they came after me instead.”
“They’re the tourists?”
“Yeah. You’ll learn to hate them soon enough.”
Kira laughed. “That was nice of you, standing up for Roddy.”
I shrugged, not feeling like getting into the reasons why I’d stood up for Roddy. For the moment I wanted to look like a good guy. “I guess.”
“So . . . is he going to hack the computer for you?”
I spun toward Kira, surprised. She instantly turned away, her cheeks flushing red, as though embarrassed she’d made a mistake. “How did you . . . ?” I began.
“I didn’t mean to overhear,” Kira said quickly. “Really. I was trying to nap like I said I was going to. Only . . . the wall between your room and ours isn’t very thick. I could hear your conversation through it.”
I frowned, concerned. It had never occurred to me that anyone could hear through our walls. Kira’s room had been empty the whole time my family had been at MBA—and Nina had never said anything. Although it now occurred to me that Nina had been heading to her room that morning right before I told my parents I thought Dr. Holtz had been murdered. If Nina had been eavesdropping on us, that would explain how she’d known about my suspicions. “How much did you hear?”
“Not everything,” Kira admitted. “I was trying not to listen. Honest. In fact I could only hear you. Maybe you were closer to that wall than the other person. . . .”
“I was,” I said, feeling relieved. Kira hadn’t heard Zan at all.
“But a few parts came through anyway,” Kira went on.
“Which parts?” I asked.
“That Dr. Holtz’s death wasn’t an accident. And that you need to hack the computer to get some evidence.”
I glanced back toward the staging area. Thankfully, no one was close enough to overhear us. In fact no one was even looking our way. They were busily moving cargo while Nina supervised cleanup of the eggs. “Please don’t tell anyone,” I pleaded.
“Oh, I won’t,” Kira said quickly. “Under one condition.”
I looked back toward her. “What’s that?”
“You let me help.”