She seemed angry at their stupidity.
“We had suits and masks,” Sam said. “But she lost hers. It was an accident.”
Her gaze softened. “I’m Olivia,” she said. “This is my daughter-in-law, Brenda.”
The young mother smiled at him, hugging her two children tightly to her.
“Is there anything we can do for her?” Sam asked.
Olivia lowered her gaze and stroked Vienna gently across the forehead.
“Is she important to you?” she asked.
Sam hesitated, then nodded. A week ago, he would have said no, but things had changed. She had changed.
“I’m sorry,” Olivia said, stroking Vienna’s forehead again. “The dust will have seared her lungs and poisoned her system. You need to get her to a hospital as soon as possible, but even then—” She broke off, clearly not wanting to say any more.
Brenda and the two children shuffled a little closer so that the two groups became one.
“That was very kind of you, with the cookies,” Brenda said.
“It was nothing,” Sam said. “Really nothing. We have more supplies in the car. Would you like something else?”
He pushed the box over toward her, and with just a small hesitation, she looked inside and took a couple of muesli bars, which she handed to her children.
“Eat something yourself,” Sam said. “I insist. You, too, Olivia.”
Brenda hesitated again, then took a foil packet of dried apricots, which she shared with her mother-in- law.
“I’m sorry to be so helpless,” Brenda said. “But we didn’t have time to pack or grab supplies.”
“We didn’t have time to think,” Olivia added. “We just ran.”
“Why?” Sam asked.
“Brenda and the kids were staying with me,” Olivia said. “In Phoenix. My husband got infected. We just managed to get away in time.”
“Infected?” Sam asked cautiously.
Olivia and Brenda looked at each other.
“With the neuro-virus,” Brenda said. “You do know about the neuro-virus?”
“There’s a virus,” Olivia said. “It spreads through neuro-connections. People go crazy.”
“Crazy like …?”
“Oh, they still seem perfectly fine,” Brenda said. “Just the same person as before, but they …”
“Tim, my husband, came to me this morning and suggested that I try out his neuro-headset,” Olivia said. “I had heard stories of the virus, so of course I refused. I didn’t even know that he was using one. But when I refused, he insisted, and when I still refused, he got angry. Called me a neuro-phobe. I’d never seen him like that. I told him there was no way, and he grabbed me. Tried to force the headset on my head. I screamed and that woke up Brenda, and she—”
“I whacked him with a stroller,” Brenda said. “It was the first thing on hand. It was sitting by the door, folded up. I just grabbed it and swung it. Knocked him right out.”
“Then there was banging on the front door,” Olivia said. “It was our neighbors, and they were wearing those neuro-caps. Somehow they knew what was going on in our house. We grabbed the kids and fled out the back door to the garage, jumped in the wagon, and just drove.”
“And here we are,” Brenda said.
“I can’t imagine why Tim would have put on a neuro-headset,” Olivia said sadly. “With all the talk of a virus.”
“But all the news stations are saying that it was just a hoax,” Brenda said. “He must have believed them.”
Olivia shook her head and tears welled up in her eyes.
“It’ll be all right,” Sam said, feeling desperately sorry for her.
“I don’t think it will,” Olivia said. “They’re talking about battles on the streets of Washington. Can you believe it? Soldiers with guns, neuros, shooting at other soldiers. It’s a war.”
“A civil war,” Brenda said.
“There’s been nothing about that on the news,” Sam said. “We’ve had the radio on the whole way, since Kingman.”
“Of course not,” Olivia said. “The television and radio stations are all run by neuros. I heard that there’s one station, Resistance Radio, running out of Wichita, but the others have all been neurolized.”
Neurolized, Sam thought. There was even a word for it now.
“Is that where you’re heading?” he asked.
Brenda nodded. “That’s where most of the refugees are going. There are big refugee shelters being set up there.”
“Trust me,” Sam said. “It is going to be all right. I can’t tell you why, but there is a cure for the virus, and it’s going to happen soon.”
Olivia looked at him suspiciously. “How do you know that?”
“I can’t say,” Sam said.
Dodge and Tyler were back not long after that and brought blankets and fresh food with them. Sam wondered where they had found it all but didn’t ask.
They shared fruit and bread with Brenda and Olivia, along with cartons of orange juice.
Hot coffee would have been nice, Sam thought, but the blankets were very welcome anyway.
“What kind of car did you get?” he asked Dodge, but Dodge shook his head and laughed.
“It’s fast,” was all he said.
52 | THE BORDER
“Checkpoint up ahead,” Sam said, and his heart began to hammer in his chest.
The rain had eased back to occasional squalls, and large patches of blue were beginning to show through the cloud cover. Clear sky meant satellite coverage, but Ursula didn’t know about the new car yet, did she?
Dodge looked up from his computer and gazed out through the windshield.
“Damn,” he said.
Vienna sat forward in the backseat, clearing her throat constantly. She had perked up a lot overnight, although Sam didn’t know if the damage that had already been done could be reversed.
Tyler was driving the car, a low-slung Ford Shelby GT500. It was white with two huge red stripes that ran from the front across the roof and down the trunk of the car. Dodge had been right. The car was fast. Although with all the refugee traffic, there was no chance to prove it.
The powerful engine, ready to growl, just purred softly as they neared the checkpoint.
Two huge tanks sat on a freeway overpass in front of them, and below that, a group of soldiers was manning a temporary barrier arm.
Men with guns were checking every vehicle before allowing them to continue.
“Turn around,” Sam said.
“I can’t,” Tyler said. “There are no off-ramps.”
“Then just turn around right here,” Sam said. “Get us out of this somehow.”
He looked around them. The roads were choked with traffic.
“We can’t get caught now,” Dodge said. “We’re so close.”
“That barrier looks pretty flimsy to me,” Tyler said. “As soon as the car in front takes off, I’ll floor it. Duck down in case they start firing, and we’ll try and make it around the next bend before the tanks can swing around and take us out.”
