days.'
'Yes, I heard, but I wouldn't call it useful information, would you?'
'Without reviewing it properly, I couldn't say.' Lowenthal smirked. Looking at me, he said, 'So this is our little Lulu. You wouldn't be holding back on us, would you?'
'No, sir.'
'Sir!' he repeated, amused. To the man next to him he joked, 'You see that, Rusty? Some people respect my authority around here.'
I suddenly realized where I had heard that effeminate drawl before: He was the twerp in the booth who had admitted us to the complex.
Sobering up, he said, 'All right, let's give this one last shot. Lulu, you're in a very tough position. I realize you probably don't have a clue about what your dad did with our property, but I've been mandated to find out anything-anything-you may know that could help us. Anything at all, no matter how insignificant you may think it is. Something your father said to you, something you overheard, and thought, 'Hmm, that's weird.' Anything.'
I shook my head. 'He gave me a survival kit when we first got on the boat,' I said. 'After that, I didn't see him until just before we were taken off, and he wasn't really conscious then. It's Kranuski and Webb you should be asking-they tortured him.'
'Oh, we're talking to them, don't worry. And we've examined your belongings, too. The trouble is, it's a big ship, and there are lots and lots of hiding places, especially for an old hand like Cowper. What makes it difficult is that we don't have a lot of submarine experts available here to help us in our search. We don't dare let your crew loose on the sub, and if we start picking it apart ourselves we're liable to wreck it. It's not exactly tied up to a wharf-anything could happen to it out there. Without your help, we don't have a whole lot of options.'
'I'm still hopeful that we can reach Cowper again,' offered Dr. Stevens.
'Was I talking to you?' Lowenthal asked snidely. Turning back to me, he confided, 'These doctors will tell you anything, but the truth is they don't know squat about what makes these mothers tick. Furies have their own agenda, and you can't push them an inch beyond it. Cowper's tapped out. I've seen it numerous times.'
'What's going to happen to him?' I asked anxiously.
'You should be more worried about what's going to happen to you. I understand you've been made privy to all our secrets around here, and unless you can prove you're deserving of that trust, that puts you on pretty thin ice. See, the problem I have, Lulu, is that I don't think you're being entirely honest with me.'
'But I am!'
'Oh, you may think you are, but I don't think you're completely honest with anyone. You're a natural spy. In fact, you're the perfect spy because you even keep secrets from yourself. Coombs saw that, and used it. I think your father may have as well. But ultimately your inner spook exists to serve you, and maybe with the right incentive, we can get at the truth.'
'What are you talking about?'
'I'll show you. Come on.'
They led me out of the building and into a remarkable gathering of people. The alleys of the research compound were suddenly full of well-dressed older men, clomping through the mud in fashionable gear and Wellingtons as if outfitted for a shooting party. Not a single one had the implant. They stared at me in fascinated silence, and I back at them.
'Just keep going,' said the colonel, indicating a path through the crowd. 'Go right out the gate. If you get any brainstorms you want to share, just cross your arms like this:' He made a big X over his head.
I looked for Dr. Stevens, but she was gone. None of the doctors were in evidence. Something red flashed across my eye, and I realized men were aiming laser pointers at me. They didn't care that I could see them doing it.
Feeling a nameless dread, I walked out of the compound and onto the surrounding mire. What next? The gate shut behind me, leaving me alone under that quilted silvery sky full of hot air. Not knowing what else to do, I picked my way over to the metal pier leading to the drawbridge. It was my hope that I was dismissed for the moment. Just then the electric winch activated, lowering the bridge for me. No, not for me. For a small group of people standing on the far side.
My heart leaped to see them. It was my posse-all six of them: Hector, Julian, Jake, Shawn, Lemuel, and Cole. They crossed at a run, and we collided joyously on the catwalk.
'Ohmygodohmygod!' I screamed. The boys, too, were the most emotional I had ever seen them. We were all in tears, delirious with relief, yet stung by the sight of the gadgets on each other's head. 'Where have you guys been?' I cried.
'There's no time to talk,' Julian said, suddenly aware of the curious mob behind the fence. Lowering his voice and making a warning sign to the others, he said, 'We're breaking out.'
'Call us mint jelly, 'cause we're on the lam,' said Jake.
This only made me cry harder. 'You mean right now? How?'
Shawn said, 'They were gonna punk us out. I was like, 'No way, dude. See ya!''
'What?'
'It's true,' Hector said. 'There aren't enough women to go around, so there's like a sex-slavery thing going on, like in prison. That's how we're expected to earn our keep! They have sugar daddies all picked out for us, and we're supposed to act all grateful or nobody will want us. It's either that or be guinea pigs for medical research.'
'Fuck that shit,' said Cole. 'I didn't come here to marry no millionaire.'
'How do you expect to escape?'
Julian said, 'There's no security in here, no guns; everything's on the honor system. Nobody even tried to stop us!' He was giddy. 'They left us alone in this big tent, and we just took off!'
'Shouldn't be any problem getting outside,' said Hector. 'Keeping people in is incidental. They let the Arctic climate handle that.'
And with good reason, I thought, but I wasn't about to nit-pick. If there was ever a time to march out into a freezing void, this was it. 'How'd you find me?'
'That was the easiest part! They showed us the map program they have here that traces everybody's movements. Anybody can find anybody. It's a joke.'
'Where's Mr. Albemarle?'
Hector answered brusquely, 'He's not in the system. We couldn't find him. We couldn't find Mr. Cowper either. I'm sorry, Lulu. We were hoping you might know something.'
I shook my head no, reluctant to speak. Cowper was beyond rescuing.
'The rest of the crew is at the boat,' Julian said. 'They're all still being held out there to keep it running, so we're going to try to free them and retake the ship. I know it sounds sketchy, but if we can just reach the motor pool, we may be able to swipe a vehicle and crash the gate before anybody knows what's happening. From what I've heard, there may even be a few people who want to throw in with us.'
Cole corrected him, 'A lotta people, G. You heard how they hate Mogul-damn!'
'Almost as much as they hate that colonel dude for selling out the Air Force, then acting like George fucking Washington,' Shawn said.
'Colonel Lowenthal?' I asked.
'That's the dude. He wasn't even a colonel until he hooked up with Mogul. The real colonel's dead. It's sorta like what happened with Coombs-Lowenthal was just a second lieutenant, but he was willing to play ball, and they put him in charge of everything.'
'They inflated a statue in his honor,' said Jake.
'They definitely have problems in here,' agreed Julian, 'but we can't waste time trying to whip up a revolt. Main thing is to get our guys free and storm the boat.' He was more and more worried by the spectators. 'Let's get the hell out of here.'
We had been moving toward the bridge. It was suddenly raised in our faces.
I whispered, 'I'm so sorry, you guys.'
No one heard me. They were all swearing and attacking the cable mechanism.
This had to be what Lowenthal was talking about-this was the 'incentive.' I had almost fooled myself into believing we could run. As the scales fell from my eyes, I looked back at the men behind the fence. They were
