“Five minutes,” Alistair pleaded. “Give me five minutes to ransack their brains for anything useful, then, if you still feel this way…”
“I can do that,” Rebecca said, and the light that came pouring out from inside her was a coppery red, a hard flat light that poisoned the eyes and skin of the men whimpering below her. “They don’t have to live so that can happen.”
Eventually they stopped screaming. Sleep would not come easy for any of the Auditors who watched, except for Alice Gallow, who slept like a baby every night. One of the men had been successful in ending his life. Alice did it for the other two, and she must have been feeling a little out of sorts, because it was quick and quiet. For Alice Gallow, it was practically mercy.
Rebecca knelt in the center of the room and wept like a baby. Alistair waited as long as he felt polite before he came forward, collected her in his arms, and urged her to her feet.
“We should go, Rebecca…”
“To Gaul,” she said, her voice thick and hesitant. “Take me to Gaul. He needs to know what I know.”
“Right,” Alistair said firmly, slinging her arm over his shoulder. “Alice, Mitsuru, you are on cleanup. Sweep the whole compound, no stone unturned. I want to know it’s clear before we have the kids running around.”
Alice hesitated for a moment, her eyes lingering on Rebecca, and then she shrugged and headed out, followed by Mitsuru. Alistair waited until they were gone before he lay Rebecca carefully back down on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Rebecca slurred, her eyes half-closed. “I need to tell Gaul…”
“I’m sure you do,” Alistair said, with good humor. “Let me ask you a question — how powerful of a telepath have you become, lately? Because tearing information out of someone’s mind, well, that’s not something I remember you being able to do.”
“It’s nothing special,” Rebecca muttered.
“It’s impressive,” Alistair said, disagreeing. “You’ve always been a peerless empath, but with your expanded telepathic ability, you are starting to get downright dangerous, Rebecca. I bet you need time to organize all that information you downloaded, right? Three men’s lives. That is a great deal to comprehend, much less sift through all of it for one fact. If I was going to guess, I would bet that these men made you aware of some kind of treachery, a plot to topple the Academy from the very top, right?”
Rebecca’s eyes fluttered open, and she looked at Alistair with obvious confusion. He gave her his most reassuring smile.
“And that is important information,” Alistair continued jovially, “but what would be even more important would be the name of traitor. Do you know that name, Rebecca?”
“Alistair,” Rebecca mumbled, shaking her head like someone trying feebly to wake from a nightmare. “Alistair, what are you saying?”
“You always worried me, much more than the other Auditors,” Alistair said, sitting down on the floor beside her, and putting his hand on her forehead as if he was checking her for a fever. Rebecca barely had the energy to struggle. “You were probably the only one who could have stopped us, so I always thought we’d have to get you out of the way before things got going. Once you started tearing answers out of people’s brains, tough, that got a little scary. I had hoped to wipe the pertinent details from those fools’ minds, but you had to go and do it yourself, and as it turns out, that works even better for me. I am sorry, but I really can’t let you tell Gaul about this, or about me, or about that word, the one that is bothering you — ‘Rosicrucian’, right? Don’t think so hard, it won’t mean anything to you. But it would a great deal to Gaul, if he heard it.”
Rebecca moaned when she wanted to scream. Alistair already had his hooks too far into her mind for her to manage anything more, and even that much struggle was agonizing, barbs tearing at the fabric of her identity.
“Now, now,” he chided gently, “it’s a little late for that, dear. With Alice, I managed to wipe everything relevant when I restored her memory, but dear Alice is so suggestible in that way. It’s a shame that you won’t be able to see how that resolves itself. I think you would have been very surprised.”
Rebecca managed to force her eyes open for a moment, but she could barely see despite that. Alistair was little more than a blurry form leaning over her.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Alistair said, his voice smug and filled with laughter. “I’m not going to kill you. I couldn’t bring myself to do that, thanks to your protocol. I doubt anyone could, even your worst enemy. Instead, I’m afraid I’m going to have to make it impossible for you to interfere for a short time, until things are finished here. Don’t worry, though,” he said, closing her eyes gently with the palm of his hand, “by the time you learn to speak and move again, it will all be over.”
17
The roof was dead quiet, but as soon as Alex had that thought, he regretted the description. He could still see the shattered facade of the nearby dormitory building in the back of his mind, though they had taken away the bodies and cleaned up the broken glass hours ago. When Katya had walked with him back home from Eerie’s, there was still blood on the concrete and frightened students crying, though that also seemed to have died down as the night descended.
“I can’t believe they got Rebecca,” Alex said, taking a sip of his beer and making a face at the bitterness. Renton liked IPAs, and since he was the only one who seemed to be able to get beer, Alex had to drink them, but he hadn’t learned to enjoy it. “How could that even happen? Margot said she’s an Auditor, right?”
“Yeah,” Renton said grimly, from where he slumped next to an HVAC unit, in one of the old classroom chairs they had dragged up here. He had bandages all the way down one arm, an ankle wrap, and a crutch that he seemed to barely use. “She is. One of the best. Alistair said they rigged the assassins with some sort of psychic trap, a parasitic protocol that disguised itself as a memory and then attacked her mind from inside, once it was past her defenses. I still have trouble believing it myself.”
“Will she… be okay?”
“Of course,” Vivik said immediately. Renton just shrugged, while Li looked away.
“Who were they after, do you think?”
Alex only felt okay asking the question because, for once, it didn’t seem to be him. One group had attacked Anastasia’s home, while a second had gone for one of the Administration buildings, meeting Alice Gallow and Rebecca Levy by chance. It hadn’t taken long to deal with either attack, but a third undetected group had made it as far as the dormitories in the meantime. A few kids he didn’t know were killed in the attack, and a couple more were in the hospital, including Li’s friend and Alex’s occasional training partner, Cy So. He wouldn’t have admitted it, but he felt a profound relief, not being responsible for this. After all, they hadn’t even attacked his dorm.
“Hard to say,” Renton said thoughtfully. “Maybe it was Rebecca from the start. Who knows? They sure couldn’t have taken away anyone we need more right now. Half the primary school kids saw that happen. They’re probably all traumatized.”
“It’s worse than that, and you know it. Rebecca’s a lot more important than you are giving her credit for,” Vivik said moodily. The boy had been drinking more than the other three over the past hour, to no visible effect, but causing some worry on Alex’s part. He understood, of course. Alistair had to intervene personally in order to prevent Alex from visiting Rebecca’s bedside a few hours before, dragging him down the hall while quietly explaining the need for her to recuperate in peace. “The Committee, the cartels, the Academy, it all holds together because Rebecca can always rally support, or smooth things over. Without her, Gaul might be brilliant, but I don’t think he can do much to keep control.”