Mavis pushed passed him and stalked toward the judge.
Now what was she up to? David shadowed her movements.
Lister moved to the front and raised his hands. “If everyone could prepare to board their assigned vehicles, we need to get on the road. Colorado awaits.”
Although many rose from their seats, few moved to the doors. “How do we know he won’t kill again?” a voice shouted from the back.
“Or find others to hurt?” another asked.
“He won’t.” Judge Bob’s voice boomed across the cafeteria. “He’ll be dead from radiation exposure shortly.”
“Radiation? What are you talking about?” The question was chorused around the room.
Mavis bit her lip.
David’s stomach cramped. The radiation would take longer than Judge Bob planned to kill the fucker.
Mavis climbed up on Trent’s chair then the table. “If I may have your attention please.”
The crowd hushed and jostled forward.
“Many of you are aware of the anthrax attack from the emergency alert system.” She opened her arms. “That message was drafted before I fully realized the extent to which the government was compromised.”
David twitched. Damn. Except for the slight throat clearing, he had a hard time reading the lie in her body language. She appeared as if she was truthful and forthcoming. Yet, she’d just lied her ass off. Her simulation models had depicted these events from day one.
“Within five days after the attack, we lost the people who operate the nuclear generating stations.”
A woman on the left fainted. She was scooped up. Like in a mosh pit, hands lifted her above heads and transferred her to the outside.
Mavis’s attention drifted over the crowd.
David knew with whom she made eye contact. The men and women seemed to relax. It quickly spread to their neighbors.
“The reactors themselves automatically powered down and then the fuel rods were transferred to the pools, where they’d be safely stored underwater.” Mavis dropped her hands to her sides. “But the rods are hot and require a constant supply of water from the waste water reclamation facilities. There is no one left to man those either. After eighty-four hours the water boils off, leaving the rods to burn and spew radiation. Killing most of the life on the surface.”
“We’re going to die!” A man wailed. He pushed and shoved against his neighbors trying to get out.
They held onto him, trapping him. His agitation spread.
Mavis shook her head. “We’re not going to die. We’re going to Colorado to live in some abandoned mines that will shield us from the worst of the radiation. It won’t be easy, but if we work together we can make it a home until it’s safe to come out on the surface again.”
A man in the back stood on a chair. “So that…that asshole might find a rock to crawl under and survive this too?”
Shrugging, Mavis flashed them her palms. “He doesn’t know. In this case and every case hereafter, banishment means death. There will be no lone survivors living off the land.”
So he would be walking around getting a nuclear tan. Damn. David grinned. It was almost better than a firing squad. Except for one small point.
The man set his hands on his hips. “What’s to say he won’t follow us?”
Got it in one.
“We’ll take him out into the desert and drop him off,” Lister barked. “He won’t be able to find his way out.”
Unless he followed the tire tracks.
Judge Bob scratched his chin. “Sedate him. Then take him out to the desert. Give him a week’s rations and leave him.”
One problem solved. But the big one remained. David waited in silence with the others. Would Mavis solve it?
“We’ll chip him like we do wild animals. Our satellite network is still up and running. We’ll track his movements and if he sets foot in Colorado, we’ll kill him. And if he goes near any other settlement, we’ll do our best to get a warning to them. Crimes like his means he’s not fit for society and only those doing their part have a place and a share in the food, water and supplies needed to survive. It isn’t perfect but it’s the best we can do.”
A few grumbled, but most seemed to accept it. David smiled. And as a bonus, Mavis gave anyone planning to cause problems a warning. The civilians filed out the door chatting among themselves.
David set his safety. He’d like to see one of them come up with a better solution.
Mavis sat on the table and hugged her knees. “We’ll need a medic or corpsman for the proper sedative dosage and a vet with a chip.”
“Damn fine idea.” Judge Bob unzipped his purple robes. “I know killing him would be the best solution, but after what he’d done, I thought we’d use him as an example. A bad example.”
“Why Brother Bob I didn’t know you were so vindictive.” Mavis sat her chin on her knees.
Judge Bob shrugged out of the robe and rolled it into a ball. “I’m not. There are worse things than death, Doctor Spanner. And I’m thinking one of those things is Trent Powers’ company. He’ll die broken and alone.”
And hopefully horribly and slowly, David added. That would be justice.
Chapter Forty-Seven
“I’m innocent!” Trent punched the door to his cell. Pain rocketed up his arm. The skin across his knuckles split. He pounded again. Again. And Again. Blood streaked the wood. “You can’t do this to me!”
The door didn’t open.
He flattened himself against the door.
No murmurs. No voices.
Son of a bitch. He shook his hand but it didn’t help. He felt his pulse race across the broken skin. He wouldn’t let the bitch win.
As for that traitor Jake Turner…
He’d have to think of some way to repay him. Crossing the small space, he knelt by the bucket and plunged his hand in the water. Red bloomed in the clear liquid. He stroked his thumb across the cuts, used the pain to focus. Killing outright was too good for Jake Turner. He’d have to suffer first.
Trent licked his lips. Maybe he’d have Jake strapped to a table then cut pieces off of him. Little bits at a time and feed them to him. How much blood could a person lose before they died? He wouldn’t want the asshole to die too quickly. The fucker should lose his fingers, toes, ears, nose, lips, balls and dick first.
But was it enough?
Maybe for the lies, but not for the humiliation. Rocking back on his heels, Trent rested his wrists on the lip of the bucket. Blood ran down his hands and dripped into the pink water. He’d rethink his plan later, after he got out of this hellhole.
Which would happen sooner rather than later.
He’d heard the trucks moving out while he’d sat in that sham of a courtroom. And the fools had sentenced him to banishment. Pushing to his feet, he dried his hands on his slacks. Like he wanted to be part of their stupid settlement anyway.
No, he would rule his own kingdom and, one day, he and his descendants would crush that bitch’s world and wipe out everything she stood for.
He just had to wait until they let him out.
Standing in the center of the room, he closed his eyes. Her weak children would grovel at his feet. He’d rape the girls and maybe find someone to fuck the boys over. His hand skimmed down his wool sweater and he stroked himself through his new slacks.
Once they’d been broken, he’d have their hearts cut out on the floor of his throne room. He’d force captives to watch them eat the pieces. Yes. His heart thudded heavily in his chest. It would be wonderful. So wonderful, he might make it a yearly occasion.
No monthly.
His enemies would need to think twice.
Keys jingled.
Trent opened his eyes and the fantasy faded in the yellowing walls of his cell. He grunted. His release was going to be faster than he thought. The losers. Only the weak showed mercy.