Total Eclipse

“How about the other Wardens?” I asked. “Anybody close?”

“The three teamed up to cover this area are together in Albuquerque. Not close, but we could try making for their location. Strength in numbers.”

“Not against Venna,” Whitney said, which was probably true. “Not unless you’re throwing an oiled-up Lewis into this cluster.”

“Oiled-up . . .” David sounded utterly mystified, which was probably a good thing, because the image that flashed through my brain was exactly what Whitney intended. Thanks, Whit, you button-pushing bitch. David elected to go with a more literal interpretation. “He’s still in Nevada. Too far.”

“So it sounds like we don’t have a lot of options,” Cherise said. “Is this nuclear place safe for kids?”

“No,” I said, “and it isn’t safe for us, either. But I think Whitney may be right. There isn’t any safe place just now. Maybe it’s the closest we can get. David—can you get us in?”

“Security’s tight, but I think so. The plant’s closed now and under lockdown. Once you’re inside the security perimeter you won’t be seen.”

“Surveillance,” I reminded him. “Heat sensors. Motion detectors. Doesn’t have to be an actual person to bust us for breaking and entering.”

“Nothing electronic is going to pick you up,” Whitney said. “I guarantee that.”

Well, that was about the best I could ask for, in terms of reassurances. Go back, or go into the bunker?

Cherise, oddly enough, asked the logical question I hadn’t bothered to think about. “How long are we staying there?”

“Until we can get Warden tactical support,” I said. “Until we know whether we should go on to Sedona. If Imara really doesn’t want us there, then we’re making a mistake. We need to understand where we’re needed, at this point.” My whole goal, I realized, had been retrieving David’s powers, and my own. Mission accomplished. Now what? We still had a major, and very difficult, war going on that we were unlikely to win. Restoring David had saved his life but placed him squarely on the sidelines, trapped except for what he could channel through our strange Djinn chauffeur.

Restoring me shifted the balance a little, but only a little. I had to choose where, and how, to apply the strength I could bring. Instinct cried out for me to keep running to Sedona, to see my daughter, to defend her with every breath I had and every power at my command. But Imara wasn’t a helpless child; she was an Oracle, more powerful than her father and me combined, most likely. Instinct could be leading me the wrong way.

I needed to think. And I needed a safe place to do that.

“The plant is our best bet,” I said finally. “If we have to make a stand, it’s got our best chance of survival.”

“I’m not dying in some nuclear warehouse,” Cher said. “Look, enough already. I love you, Jo, but I can’t take little Tommy in there. It’s wrong. It’s full of radiation and crap.”

She was right; it wasn’t any place to take a small boy. No matter how carefully this place conducted its business, it was an inherently dangerous environment for adults, never mind kids.

And I realized that at this moment, our roads were taking different turns. That made me sad, but it also relieved me, just a little. Cherise was warm, and funny, and a true and constant friend, and I loved her.

I didn’t want to leave her in a cold, unmarked grave somewhere, like Kevin. I couldn’t.

“You’re right,” I said softly, and reached over the seat to take her hand. “Cher, it’s not safe for you or for him. I know you feel responsible for him. I can’t ask you to just drop him off somewhere, and I can’t let you, or him, come in there with me. I can control any radiation exposure I get. You’re too vulnerable, and I can’t—I can’t let you get hurt. Not again. Not for me.”

She looked confused for a second, then sad and a little angry—not at me, at herself, because I was sure what she was feeling inside was more relief than frustration. “So that’s it? You’re just going to turf me, after all we’ve been through?”

“No,” I said. “I’m going to give you a mission to keep yourself and Tommy safe, and to get a message through to Lewis letting him know where I am, and that I’m back up to full power. Can you do that?”

“Don’t bullshit me, Jo. It’s not a mission; it’s called shuffling the stupid bikini girl out of the way.” Her eyes filled with tears, and they broke free in silver trails down her face. “Damn you. And thank you.”

“Sweetie—” I didn’t know what to say. I finally just reached over and hugged her, and Tommy as well. I kissed them both. “You’re brilliant.”

“You’re a jerk,” Cherise said. “And I adore you, by the way.”

“Ditto.”

“Ditto? Wow. Feel the love!”

“Now? I thought we’d get a room and do it up right.” I blew her a kiss, and she blew me a raspberry. Smiling through her tears. “I’ll be okay, Cher. You know I will. But I have to know you’ll be okay.”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I will be. So—how does this work? Do I walk, or . . .”

“No. I walk. David, Whitney, whoever’s driving, take her back to town and find someplace safe she can stay. Without me, she won’t be a target. I’ll head toward the plant. You can come back for me.”

There was radio silence, which I figured indicated yet another behind-the-scenes Djinn smackdown, and then David said, “I’ll make sure they’re safe. Don’t try anything before I bring the car back.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” I reached in the back and grabbed one stuffed duffel bag loaded with water, food, insulating blankets, a flashlight, batteries, guns, ammo . . . everything a girl needs on vacation, except tanning oil and makeup. We’d packed them in individual bags, in case we had to grab and got separated. Good thinking on our part, and it paid off now, because with one final smile at Cherise, and a wink, I stepped out of the car, shouldered the duffel bag, and started jogging up the deserted road toward the distant shimmer of buildings. Before I’d taken two strides, the Mustang’s engine fired up, and I heard tires screech as it did a one-eighty, heading back toward Amarillo.

Damn, that thing was fast.

My jog settled into a walk after a while. The day was bright, but not too hot, mercifully. I could sense that the land was troubled around me, restless, and I began to extend my awareness out. There were living things around me, lots of them, mostly small, but all universally pissed off, thanks to the influence of the Mother. I was more worried about a snake coming after me than a lightning bolt. I’d have a lot more warning from the lightning bolt.

My watch clocked in fifteen minutes before I had the perimeter of the building fully in sight. I slowed down and stopped, because there wasn’t a lot of cover, and I was fairly certain that even thinking about strolling up to the gates was strongly discouraged. I sat down and had some water. Four separate colonies of fire ants were making tracks in my direction, streaming with grim purpose over rocks and dirt. Next to full- fledged army ants, fire ants were one of the creepiest warrior insects out there, in terms of their dedication to a cause. I formed a barrier that fended them off, respectfully keeping a good twenty- foot distance between them and me. Piles of ants started forming, trying to scale the invisible wall. They’d keep doing that, forming ladders and chains out of their own bodies, climbing and climbing, until they found a way over, or gravity toppled them.

Like I said. Committed.

My cell phone rang. The cheerful tones sounded even more out of place here than they normally did, and I slapped at my pockets quickly, trying to muffle it. I was too far away for the perimeter guards to hear anything that small, but it still spooked me.

I turned off the ringer and looked at the screen.

It was Lewis.

“I talked to Cherise,” he said. “She told me about Kevin.”

Oh, God. I hadn’t thought—Of course she had. Of course she would. I heard the anguish in his voice. “He— he was trying to protect us,” I said. “I’m so sorry. He was—” Was what? A good kid? He hadn’t been, really. But he’d tried. “He was brave.” Yes. He was that.

He cleared his throat. “Okay,” he agreed, and sounded grateful. “Cherise tells me you’re back on the playing field, Jo. You and David.”