I nod, scanning each open door for a sign of movement.
We pass around the backside of the library. I crane my neck to see in through the windows. There’s a Visitation group bunched together inside, backs turned in our direction. I look around for Avery. She should be in the stacks, working. If I could get her attention, she’d know what to do.
“Face forward.” Cassius pushes me to speed up.
Before I know it we arrive in the final corridor, steps away from the elevators. They’re deserted. Hope shrivels inside of me. If I’m going to make my move, it’s gotta be now. But I’m unarmed. Cassius is stronger.
I slow to a crawl, stepping forward with legs of concrete.
“Faster.” Cassius pushes me again. I nearly topple to the ground before catching myself.
We arrive at the elevators and Cassius moves to press the request button. The doors slide open right away. He forces me inside and follows.
The doors slide shut. We’re alone.
“Why are you taking me to the Surface?” I blurt as Cassius presses the button on the wall.
He ignores me. “These elevators bugged?”
“Why would I tell you that?”
He scans the upper corners before responding. “You did something. To me.”
“You’re the one who had me dangling off a building.”
“And then you did something.”
“Yeah, I fell.”
“You’re lying.” He shakes his head. “When we get to the bottom level, you’re gonna get us into a shuttle so that we can head down to the Lodge.”
“I’m not authorized to pilot a shuttle,” I reply, like it really matters.
“You let me worry about that.” He moves to the front of the elevator. “I just need you to get us in.”
I’m about to argue when the elevator doors open to reveal the ground level. Cassius sticks his head into the corridor, then grabs my wrist and attempts to pull me out.
I latch onto the metal bar at the far end with my free hand. Cassius struggles to break my grip, but before he can yank me into the corridor, a girl darts out from around the corner and tackles him to the ground. His fingers slip from my wrist. I turn in panic. Avery leaps from the floor and grabs my hand. Cassius lies in a heap on the ground, flummoxed.
“Hurry!” She pulls me across the corridor into the docking bay. We fly through the entrance as Cassius lifts himself off of the floor.
My heart ticks like a time bomb as we race through the docking bay. I don’t know how Avery knew to attack when she did, but I’d be dead without her.
“Stop or I shoot!” Cassius yells from behind us. Avery keeps running. I pull her back and spin around to see Cassius gaining ground, pistol raised.
“Don’t move another inch.” He approaches, glancing around the empty bay. The visitation taxi rests in the corner across from a line of empty Academy shuttles.
“I don’t know who you are,” Cassius glares at Avery, “but you better move out of the way and let me take what I need. My trigger finger’s itching for some action.”
Avery stands behind me, clutching my shoulders. Neither of us moves.
Cassius takes several more steps in our direction before stopping. A figure approaches behind him at the entrance to the bay. As the silhouette nears us, I notice the familiar bald spot. It’s Mr. Wilson.
I look back at Cassius. So far he’s oblivious.
“Last chance,” Cassius says. “Step away from Fisher.”
Avery stays close. Cassius cocks the pistol, preparing to shoot. But before he can pull the trigger, Wilson sneaks up and yanks his arm to the side.
“Run!” Wilson bellows. Avery and I turn and bolt to the nearest waiting shuttle.
Cassius reacts immediately, kneeing Mr. Wilson in the gut and breaking free of his grip.
Avery and I dart behind the shuttle.
“Your code!” she urges.
I frantically plug the numbers into the keypad and wait for the door to open. The moment it does, we jump inside.
Cassius swears, stumbling away from Mr. Wilson and raising the pistol. Wilson lunges at him-misses.
Avery fires up the shuttle. Cassius pulls the trigger.
A blinding green beam erupts from the pistol, hitting Mr. Wilson in the chest and burrowing through his body until it pokes out the other side and dissipates into the air. Wilson collapses face-first onto the ground with an echoing thud.
“No!” I stare out the window in horror. Mr. Wilson lies still, a willing sacrifice. For me. He took the bullet for me.
He didn’t even like me.
Cassius winces for a moment, then turns to come after us. He’s too late. We hover off the ground. Our landing gear rises and Avery takes the pilot’s seat, steering us through the docking bay.
I watch as Cassius barrels toward us, gripping the pistol. He could shoot if he wanted, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stops halfway and heads for the row of empty shuttles.
I turn to Avery. “He’s gonna follow us.”
She keeps her attention on the sky outside the docking bay. “He’ll have a tough time without an access code.”
But as I watch Cassius struggle with the shuttle locks, pounding his fists on the door, I know he’s gonna find a way to break in. All we can do is put as much distance between us and him as possible.
18
“He shot Mr. Wilson!” I gape out the back of the shuttle as we pull away from the Academy. “Avery, he shot him!”
“I heard you the first time,” she replies, gripping the steering wheel. “Get up here and flip on the radar.”
I stumble to the cockpit, heart pounding out of time. “He kept saying that he’d shoot me. I didn’t believe him, but now I-”
“Jesse,” she grabs my shoulder. “Calm down. We’ve got more important things to worry about.”
“But, Avery. He actually shot him.”
“I know.” She sighs. “Why do you think I tackled the bastard? Be thankful it was Mr. Wilson and not you.”
“But he could be-”
“We’re going down.” She takes the shuttle into a nosedive, cutting through the clouds until we’re in clear air again. The Surface fills the window-a panoramic brown blanket meeting the Pacific Ocean in a wobbly line to our left.
I stare at the desolate landscape, trying to slow my breathing. Avery straightens us out again.
“Wait.” I grip the control panel. “Where are we going?”
“Where do you think?” she answers. “Down.”
“But that’s where Cassius wanted to take me!”
“Well, he’s not in this shuttle, is he?” She lays on the accelerator.
“But… but we could go to another Skyship!”
Her eyes close and her head jolts to the side. Her fingers tense up on the wheel.
“Avery?”
“Seattle.” She grits her teeth and glances over to me. “They found you in Seattle, not in ‘another Skyship.’”
I stare at her face. She’s trying to control her expression, I can tell. “Is something wrong?”
She blinks. Her mouth relaxes. “A killer chased you from the Academy. I’d say something’s wrong.”
