Angelfall, Page 34

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  “Wait here,” says Dee-Dum and leaves me in the shadows while he walks to the desk clerk.

  I wonder how many resistance members have infiltrated the aerie?

  They talk briefly, then Dee-Dum heads toward the entrance, waving for me to follow. His pace has picked up, his walk more urgent than before.

  I’m a little surprised when Dee-Dum takes us out of the building. The crowd waiting outside has swelled and the guards are too busy to notice us.

  I’m even more surprised when he leads us around the building and into a dark alley. I’m half-running to keep up.

  “What’s going on?” I whisper.

  “Plans have changed. We have almost no time. I’ll show you where to go, then I have things I need to do. ”

  No time.

  I trot after him in silence, trying to stay calm.

  For the first time, I’m unable to control the doubts eating away at me. Can I find Paige in time? How will I ever manage to get her out of here on my own without a wheelchair? I can carry her on my back, piggyback style, but I won’t be able to run or fight like that. We’ll just be a big, clumsy target in a shooting gallery.

  And what about Raffe?

  To our right, there’s a gated driveway down to the underground garage of the aerie. Dee-Dum leads us towards it.

  I’m acutely aware that we are unarmed humans on the street at night. I feel even more vulnerable when I catch a glimpse of watching eyes along the alley where dark lumps of people lie huddled out of the wind. Nothing about those eyes strikes me as preternatural, but I’m no expert.

  “Why didn’t we just go down from the lobby?” I ask.

  “Someone’s always watching those stairs. You have a much better chance of getting in through this back way. ”

  Beside the gated driveway is a metal door that leads into the garage. Dee-Dum hauls out an impressive ring of keys. He flips through the keys and hurriedly tries a few.

  “You don’t know which one it is? And here, I thought you were the prepared type. ”

  “I am,” he says with a mischievous grin. “But these aren’t my keys. ”

  “You really have to teach me that pickpocketing trick sometime. ”

  He glances up to reply, but his face morphs into a troubled expression. I turn to see what he’s seeing.

  Shadows slip out of the dark alley, approaching us.

  Dee-Dum moves out of his corner and loosens into a fighter’s stance, the way a wrestler might get ready for impact. I’m still trying to decide whether to run or fight when four men surround us.

  With the moon peeking in and out of storm clouds, I get impressions of sour unwashed bodies, tattered clothes and feral eyes. I wonder how they got into the restricted area near the aerie? Then again, I might as well wonder how rats get into places. They just do.

  “Hotel skanks,” says one. His eyes take in our clean clothes, our freshly showered bodies. “Got any food on you?”

  “Yeah,” says another. This one plays with heavy chains, the kind you see hanging from mechanic’s garages. “How about some of those fancy whore’s d’oeuvres?”

  “Hey, we’re all on the same team here,” says Dee-Dum. His voice is calm, soothing. “We’re all fighting for the same thing. ”

  “Hey, jerk-off,” says the first guy closing the circle tighter around us. “When was the last time you went hungry, huh? Same team, my ass. ”

  The guy with the chains starts waving them around like a lasso. I’m pretty sure he’s showing off, but I’m not sure that’s all he plans to do with it.

  My muscles brace for a fight. I wish I could have had some practice with the sword before using it in a fight, but it’s my best bet to deflect the chains.

  I unlatch the thumb strap and slide the sword out of its scabbard.

  CHAPTER 35

  “Penryn?”

  Everyone turns to see the newcomer.

  One of the lumps lying in the alley uncoils and steps out of the shadows.

  My mother opens her arms wide as she walks toward me. Her cattle prod dangles from her wrist like an oversized charm bracelet for the insane. My heart drops to my stomach. She has a huge smile on her face, completely unaware of the danger she faces.

  A cheery, yellow sweater flaps in the wind around her shoulders like a short cape. She passes through the men like she doesn’t see them. Maybe she doesn’t. She grabs me in a bear hug and spins me around.

  “I was so worried!” She strokes my hair and looks over me for injuries. She looks delighted.

  I wiggle out of her grasp, wondering how I can protect her.

  I’m about to bring up my sword when I realize the men have backed off, widening the circle around us. The men have suddenly gone from menacing to nervous. The chain that was being used as a threatening lasso only a moment ago is now being used as worry beads as the guy anxiously fidgets with the links.

  “Sorry, sorry,” says the first guy to my mother. His hands are up as though in surrender. “We didn’t know. ”

  “Yeah,” says the guy with the chain. “We didn’t mean any harm. Really. ” He eases back nervously into the shadows.

  They scatter into the night, leaving me and Dee-Dum to watch in wonder.

  “I see you’ve made friends, Mom. ”

  She scowls heavily at Dee-Dum. “Go away. ” She grips her cattle prod and points it at him.

  “He’s okay. He’s a friend. ”

  She smacks me on the head hard enough to bruise. “I was worried about you! Where have you been? How many times have I told you not to trust anyone?”

  I hate it when she does that. There’s nothing more humiliating than being smacked by your crazy mother in front of your friends.

  Dee-Dum stares at us, stunned. Despite his hard-core attitude and his pickpocketing skills, he’s clearly not from a world where mothers hit their children.

  I put my hand out to him. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. ” I turn to my mother. “He’s helping me find Paige. ”

  “He’s lying to you. Just look at him. ” Her eyes fill with tears. She knows I won’t listen to her warnings. “He’ll trick you and drag you down a filthy hole into hell and never let you out. He’ll chain you to a wall and let the rats eat you alive. Can’t you see that?”

  Dee-Dum looks back and forth between me and my mother with shocked eyes. He looks more like a little kid than ever.

  “That’s enough, Mom. ” I walk back to the metal door beside the gated driveway. “Either be quiet or I’ll leave you here and find Paige by myself. ”

  She runs to me, grabbing my arm in supplication. “Don’t leave me here alone. ” I see in her wild eyes the rest of the sentence—alone with the demons.

  I don’t point out that she seems to be the most frightening thing on the streets. “Then stay quiet, okay?”

  She nods. Her face is filled with anguish and fright.

  I gesture for Dee-Dum to lead the way. He looks at us, probably trying to make sense of it all. After a moment, he takes out his keys, keeping a careful eye on my mom. He tries several keys in the lock before one finally works. The door swings open with a squeak that makes me cringe.

  “At the far end of the garage to your right, there’s a door. Try that. ”

  “What can I expect in there?”

  “No idea. All I can tell you is that there are rumors among the servants of…something that might be kids in that room. But who knows? Maybe they’re just midgets. ”

  I let out a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My heart flutters in my chest like a dying bird. I hope against all odds that Dee-Dum will offer to come in with me.

  “It’s a suicide mission, you know,” he says. So much for my hope for an offer.

  “Was that your plan all along? Show me where to go, then convince me there’s nothing I can do to save my sister?”

  “Actually, my plan all along was to b
ecome a rock star, travel the world collecting fan girls, and then getting really fat and spending the rest of my life playing video games while the girls keep comin’, thinking I look as good as I did in my music videos. ” He shrugs as if to say, who knew the world would turn out so different?

  “Will you help me?”

  “Sorry, kid. If I’m going to commit suicide, it’ll be a lot more showy than being cut down in a basement trying to rescue somebody’s kid sister. ” He smiles in the dim light, taking the sting out of his words. “Besides, I have a couple of very important things that need to get done. ”

  I nod. “Thanks for bringing me here. ”

  My mother squeezes my arm, silently reminding me that she thinks everything he says is a lie. I realize I’m saying goodbye to him as though I, too, believe that this is a suicide mission.

  I stuff all my doubts down where I can’t feel them anymore. This is a lot like leaping over a chasm. If you don’t think you can do it, you can’t.

  I step through the door.

  “You’re really going to do this?” asks Dee-Dum.

  “If that was your brother in there, what would you do?”

  He hesitates, then gives my arm a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me carefully. You have to get out of the area within one hour. I mean it. Get as far away as you can. ”

  Before I can ask him what’s going on, he fades into the shadows.

  An hour?

  Could the resistance be planning to attack so soon?

  The fact that he warned me at all puts the pressure on me. He wouldn’t risk a leak, which means there’s not enough time for me to do much damage if I get caught and interrogated.

  Meanwhile, I can’t shake the image of Raffe lying helpless on a surgeon’s table. I don’t even know where he is.

  I take a deep, calming breath.

  I head into the dark cavern that used to be a garage.

  After a couple of steps, I swallow panic as I stand in utter darkness. My mother grips my arm with enough force to bruise.

  “It’s a trap,” she whispers into my ear. I can feel her trembling. I give her hand a reassuring squeeze.

  There’s nothing I can do until my eyes adjust to the blackness, assuming there’s anything to adjust to. My first impression is that it is a pitch-black, cavernous space. Standing still, I wait until my eyes adjust to the dark. All I hear is my mother’s nervous breathing.

  It’s just a few moments, but it feels like hours. My brain screams hurry, hurry, hurry.

  As my eyes adjust, I feel less like a blind target in a spotlight.

  We’re standing in the underground garage, surrounded by abandoned cars hunched in the shadows. The ceiling feels both vast and too low at the same time. At first, there seem to be giants spread out in front of me, but they turn out to be concrete pillars. The garage is a maze of cars and pillars fading off into the darkness.