Faye Dasalia—Heinlein Industries, Pratsky Building
Once out of the cooling ducts, I moved quickly through a large metal locker whose walls were covered in frost. At the far end, I pushed open the heavy door, and fog blew out into the corridor after me. As I made my way down, I heard a loud boom from somewhere in the building and felt a tremor through the floor. The lights overhead flickered.
Nico was inside the building now, and he’d begun tracking my signal. As I reached the end of the hall, he opened a channel. I wiped the suit’s faceplate and picked up.
My foot kicked through a pile of revivor components bundled inside empty clothes. A bayonet clattered across the floor and struck another pile. As I began to run, I saw there were remains everywhere; boots, clothes, and wires all crumpled in the shapes of shriveled bodies. In the offices and cubicles I saw more remains, dissolved away so that even the blood was gone.
As I passed by one of the offices, I saw a woman inside. She sat, wearing a vest that was strapped with explosive bricks over a white silk blouse, behind the desk. She didn’t look up as I passed. Even when my movement caused the device to begin emitting a shrill beep, she stared at the desktop, mascara dried in lines down both cheeks.
I picked up speed and ran through a doorway at the end of the row. The device went off, and light flashed bright enough to cast a long shadow in front of me before I felt air rush over my back. I stumbled forward as something flew past me and crashed through a window to my left. Glass rained against the wall next to me.
A shape ran through the smoke. I couldn’t make out who it was. He struck me with his shoulder as he passed and spun me around.
I ran past another series of cubicles. Down the row, I saw a man sitting in a swivel chair, staring sadly at the stump of his forearm. A prosthetic, maybe, that had been dissolved away. I could make out wires around a flashing LCD, but I seemed to be out of range of the motion detector. I kept my head down as I passed by him. One tear in the suit is all it would take. If enough of the Leichenesser got inside to begin the reaction, nothing would stop it.
Another shape darted across the hallway in front of me as I picked up speed. Somewhere outside, I could make out the high-pitched whine of approaching jets.
He didn’t answer. After enough seconds had passed, I answered for him.
It wasn’t the first lie I had ever told him, but I knew that it would at least be the last.
Zoe Ott—Alto Do Mundo
“Zoe, what are you doing?” Ai asked. As Vaggot struggled against me, I felt another mind intrude and break my connection.
“Let him go,” I said.
Ai’s tiny hands spread their fingers wide as her stare intensified. I felt the armed guards around us move all at the same time, and their attention turned to me.
“No, Zoe,” she said, and their guns began to take aim.
When the first gun was pointed at me, Penny reacted. I heard a sharp chirping sound over the wind and the rumbling from outside, then the guard screamed as she shattered his elbow with a collapsible metal baton. The gun slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor as he clutched his arm and staggered back.
Some of the men turned, unsure for a second, before they all pricked up again and pointed their guns back at me.
“Penny, stop it,” Ai said. She stared up at me, and I could feel her reaching through my defenses, into my mind.
“Zoe, do as I say,” she said.
Penny looked confused, but she didn’t back off. She had a second baton in the other hand now, and was looking over the guards like she might spring at any second. I could feel her, and her fear, as I tried to push Ai back. It was one of the only times I’d ever felt such panic from her. She was scared right then, scared to death. She was scared those men were going to shoot me and that she wouldn’t be able to stop them.
“Get those guns off her,” Penny said to the guards, her voice stressed. There were five left, two of them between me and her. They looked at each other, then at Ai. No one moved.
I heard the chirp again, and this time the nose of the man next to me seemed to explode, spraying warm blood across my cheek. He stumbled back, then grunted as Penny struck him in the chest.
Her hand grabbed my arm, and before I knew what happened, she pulled me away and shoved me back behind her. She squared off against the remaining four men as the one with the broken nose slumped back against the wall. As he slowly slid down to the floor, I saw the hilt of a knife sticking out from over the edge of his body armor. His consciousness dimmed, then winked out. Penny had killed him.
“Penny!” Ai snapped.
“The blockade has tripled in size and closed in,” one of the men said to Ai. “It’s an all-out rush. They’re inside