Chapter 1 #2
Riley’s father had offered to move out of their apartment, but it was too soon for Riley and I to go that next step.
Since the rebellion, we had little to no time to get to know each other better.
I touched my silver sheep pendant—a gift from Riley.
Perhaps I could live in our storeroom and spend more alone time with Riley.
Only a few members of the Force of Sheep knew of its existence.
Which made staying there even more appealing.
The Committee met in the large conference room next to Inside’s main control room, both within Quadrant G4. I had argued for the new levels to be built in a different configuration than the existing levels without success.
With so many changes happening so fast, they Committee thought a new design would just confuse everyone.
So level five resembled levels one through four—a three by three grid, like a Tic Tac Toe board.
The four corners were labeled Quadrants and the middle sections were Sectors.
Starting from the top row on the left, the first Quadrant was A, then Sector B and Quadrant C.
The middle was Sectors D, E and F and the last row had Quadrant G, Sector H and Quadrant I.
Just add the level number and any idiot could find a location.
I arrived at the meeting two hours late.
Slipping into an empty seat beside Jacy, I glanced around the long oval table.
The Committee had been comprised of one representative from each of the nine upper families and one leader from each scrub area like hydroponics and waste-water.
Eighteen in all. Since an even number could cause problems when members voted, a nineteenth spokesperson had been added.
Despite repeated requests that I become the nineteenth member, I refused, preferring to be a part of the Committee as a consultant only. They elected Jacy.
After my initial surprise at his appointment, and, when I thought it through, it made sense. He had taken over the organization and leadership of the rebellion when I had been captured by the Pop Cops. Plus he was well connected through his network of people in the lower levels.
I leaned close to him. “What did I miss?”
“They’re trying to decide which group can move into level five.”
“Group?” That was new.
“Once all six new levels are completed, the Committee thinks the nine families can share five levels and the scrubs, broken into groups by areas can live in the other five.”
“That won’t work.”
“I know and you know, but try and explain it to those eighteen.” He swept his hand out. “They’re still thinking in terms of uppers and lowers.”
Which reminded me. “Are you aware of the labor strike?”
Jacy stared at me with a guarded expression. “Yep.”
“How do we get the workers back?”
“By having the uppers get their hands dirty for once.”
And Jacy just proved he also thought in terms of uppers and lowers. If I was being honest, I did as well. That was the problem. But I couldn’t figure out a solution.
Why should I? I’d done my part and found Gateway, led the rebellion, and discovered the Expanse. The multiple scars on my arms, legs and torso from Pop Cop Commander Vinco’s knife proved I had sacrificed for the citizens of Inside.
I had also lost my closest friend, Cogon. He had acted more like a brother, and I missed him so much my heart ached as if it was rusted and brittle. Cog would have loved organizing the construction crews. He’d have insisted on perfection before moving onto another level.
Slouching in my chair, I let the Committee’s voices roll over me. They didn’t need me. The Committee would take us to the next stage.
After listening to the sixth scrub area representative list the reasons they should be the first to move into level five, I willed the clock to move faster.
These meetings were a waste of my time. I could be spending these hours with Riley.
The session went on and on. Assisting the Traitor with surgery grew more appealing with each minute. I lasted until hour fifty-nine.
“I’m outta here. I’m helping the…Doctor Lamont,” I whispered to Jacy.
“Will you be back before the vote?” he asked.
“Why? Nothing I say changes their minds.” Frustration and weary welled, but I swallowed them down.
“You’ve given up, Trell. That’s not like you.”
“Sitting in endless meetings for twelve weeks isn’t like me either. I’m a big picture girl.” I tried a smile, but Jacy kept his frown. I made a sudden liberating decision. “Tell the Committee I’m resigning as a consultant and going back to what I do best.”
Shock, anger, and censure warred on Jacy’s face. His lips moved for a moment before he spoke. “And what do you do best?”
“Explore. We have no idea how high up the Expanse’s ceiling is. What if I find another hatch at the top? There could be another Expanse filled with supplies. That’s just as important as arguing over who gets to move into the new levels first.”
I left before he could respond. For the first time since the rebellion, I strode through the bland white corridors of Inside feeling light as air. I couldn’t wait to tell Riley!
My good mood dissipated once I arrived at the infirmary and spotted Emek’s colorless face. Grimacing with pain, he clutched his sheets in tight fists. He wouldn’t respond to my questions. His skin was cold and clammy. The Traitor wasn’t in the main room so I raced to the back.
She prepped for surgery. “You’re early.”
“Emek looks bad. When’s the last time you checked on him?”
Pushing by me, she ran to him. I caught up to her as she probed the skin below Emek’s waist with her fingers. He screamed.
“His appendix has burst.” She kicked off the brakes on the bed. “Move!”
I helped her roll him into surgery and we transferred him to the operating table.
Then she issued rapid fire orders. The experience, which usually passed by in a blur of blood and frantic activity, slowed this time.
Even with the emergency, I anticipated her needs a few times and handed her instruments without being asked. Despite my resistance, I was learning.
As she worked to save Emek’s life, I no longer viewed her as the Traitor, but as Doctor Lamont. According to Doctor Sanchia, Lamont was the best diagnostician in our world and a skilled surgeon as well. More reasons she was here and not locked in the crowded holding cells with the Travas.
After sewing up Emek’s incision, Lamont told me to dress the wound as she adjusted the anesthesia. It didn’t take us long to finish. I wheeled him into the recovery room, which also served as the examination room.
Once the new levels were completed, the infirmaries on levels two and three would be combined into one large medical facility, spanning two grids. This had been an easy decision for the Committee. A shame they all weren’t.
Keeping an eye on his vital signs, I stayed with Emek until he stabilized. When he roused, we moved him to a regular bed in the main room. I ensured he was comfortable, helped him sip a glass of ginger water, then tucked him under a blanket as he drifted off to sleep.
I turned and met Lamont’s measuring gaze.
She had watched me, but instead of commenting on my nurturing instincts, she checked Emek, nodded, and returned to the operating room to clean up.
Knowing the importance of a sterile area, I helped.
We worked in silence, but the tension between us wasn’t quite as thick.
When the surfaces gleamed and the place smelled of antiseptic, I tossed the dirty rags into a special medical bag and sent it down the laundry chute.
“You did well,” she said. “Thank you.”
I grunted a reply, heading to my room. The rush from the emergency surgery fizzled and exhaustion soaked into my bones.
“There’s a package on your bed from Logan,” Lamont said as I pushed open the door.
Good thing she had mentioned Logan’s name.
Because if I hadn’t known he brought it here, I would have carried it to Lamont’s office and smashed the thing to little pieces.
Instead, I set the vampire box on the table.
The device had been used by the Pop Cops to take blood samples, testing the scrubs for illegal drugs and pregnancy.
It could also settle the issue of my birth mother, determining if Lamont was indeed my parent.
I stretched out on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, I wondered why Logan sent the box now. He knew I had no desire to prove the relationship. Lamont hadn’t acknowledged me—that was proof enough. Guess I would need to visit Logan and find out.
Eventually I drifted to sleep. Floating in a sea of blackness and surrounded by nothing, I strained to reach solid ground. But my body thinned. My arms turned translucent. My legs disappeared. I dissolved into a void.
Sound and touch returned with a vengeance. A roar woke me. The noise rattled the floor and my bed lurched so hard it tossed me across the narrow room. I slammed into the wall along with the table. The vampire box clipped my forehead as it shattered against the sheet metal.
Loose items spun around and knocked into me as if the contents of my room had been stuffed into one of the huge laundry dryers and turned on.
The bluelight died, plunging me into darkness. Then it all stopped. I ended up sprawled in a heap on the floor amid a pile of debris. Dazed and confused, I stayed still, trying to clear my head.
Then the silence hit me. As familiar as the beat of my own heart, the Hum had always rumbled throughout Inside. A comforting constant noise noticed more on a subconscious level than noted on a conscious level.
The Hum meant the power plant was doing its job, producing electricity and heat, keeping us alive.
Silence meant the opposite. Until that moment, I hadn’t known true terror.