Anyway. Our last Tamara segment: from here we move on to Robbie, who...oh, baby. What have I done to you?
Title: Redstone Chapter 16, Part 2
One of the enduring fads on Pandora was an incessant
fascination with all things Old Earth. Naturals were, in some ways, the most
Old Earth of any people alive in the universe today. They, like pre-Regen
Earthlings, had to heal the old-fashioned way, with time and care. They got
sick, they got broken, they fought through pain and physical and mental
hardship in a way that few people on Regen had to concern themselves with.
There were the occasional Regen-ready individuals whose body chemistry was so
turbulent it led them to physical harm, but they were rare.
That fad facilitated the creation of the Library, a building
in Pandora City dedicated to Old Earth memorabilia and mementos. It had media
in it that was inaccessible with an implant; you had to actually hold the books
in your hand to read them, or play the various types of discs in ancient
machines. There were traditional clothes from over a hundred Old Earth
countries, and games and dolls and shows of all sorts.
A popular fascination during the early twenty-first century
in some Old Earth countries had revolved around creatures called zombies.
Tamara tried, but she couldn’t quite divorce herself from being ginger and
quiet as she stepped around fallen bodies in the halls. If she imagined herself
holding a katana while she did it, that was her own business.
ZeeBee trailed along just behind her, silent except for the whirr of his wheels. She got to the
admin halls without difficulty, and wound her way to Warden Harrison’s office
as quickly as she could. His door was locked. Oh, of course it was.
Tamara pressed the disc, which she’d stuck to the end of her
index finger, to the pad outside the Warden’s office as she checked the time
with her implant. Twenty-six more minutes. She should be able to finish this
well within the half hour time limit.
The pad suddenly glowed, and the door to the office slid
open. Tamara stepped inside and made a face. There was something about the
Warden, some faint undertone to his scent that made her think of desiccation.
Maybe he kept his clothes vacuum sealed, maybe he forbid the cleaning bots from
entering his rooms. Whatever it was, it made her nose itch. She did her best to
ignore it as she hastened to the desk in front of her. Warden Harrison was
slumped over it, obscuring the control panel on the desk.
“ZeeBee, can you move him?”
“Yes.” She waited, but nothing happened.
“Oh.” Darn these literal bots. “ZeeBee, move the Warden out
of the way.”
“Affirmative.” The bot slid his arms underneath the man and
laid him out on the floor just to the side of the desk. Tamara took his place,
wincing at the smear of drool that hit her fingers as she touched the surface
of the pad.
“Nasty.” Nevertheless, she pressed her index finger down
hard and waited for the program to access Harrison’s personal files.
There were a lot
of them. Tamara narrowed her eyes as she stared at the flashing screen. Wyl
seemed to have chosen to take way more information than they could possibly use
rather than banking on getting too specific and finding nothing, and so everything was being copied and stored
on the tiny chip, and from there to several of their personal devices. It was
the best way to be sure they got what they needed, but it also took more time
than Tamara really liked, especially since she still had to wipe the footage.
ZeeBee would help with that, though.
Twenty minutes left. Seventeen…the program indicated it was
finished before its tiny icon, a laughing flame, vanished with a virtual poof.
Tamara found her way to the camera feeds, then stood up and turned to ZeeBee. “Okay.”
She held her arms out from her sides. “Scan me.”
Using a completely current image of her was the only way to
be sure they were actually getting her out of the visual feeds. Tamara had been
prepared to use a saved image from her implant, but since Wyl had come through
with the bot, she didn’t have to. She turned and ZeeBee scanned, a brief flash
of green light indicating it was done, and then he stuck the very tip of one of
his probes against the panel. Tamara watched as the program winnowed through
the footage of her, everything from the moment before the gas was deployed to
now, and deleted it. She was erased from the next thirteen minutes of future
footage as well, which was a problem she’d solve by taking off her jacket to
change her physical profile, just in case the time ran out faster than they’d
intended. ZeeBee cleared itself as well, and Tamara grinned as she removed the
tiny chip and stuck it beneath her collar.
“Perfect. Let’s get back to the infirmary.” She headed for
the office door. The bot didn’t follow.
“ZeeBee?” It didn’t respond, just stared at the camera feed
for a long moment. All of a sudden the alarm in the top of its head started going
off, startling Tamara so badly she almost fell.
“Baby protocol discontinued! Alpha protocol engaged!” ZeeBee
turned and shot past her down the hall, zipping around bodies like it was a
sport. Tamara watched it go in complete astonishment, which turned to horror
when she heard Warden Harrison groan. Oh, fuck. Fuck. The gas was wearing off early, and ZeeBee was waking people
up with his noise. Tamara ran down the admin hall as fast as she could, tracing
her path back to the infirmary. She had to get there before Doctor Kleinman
woke up, she had to—shit, she had to make sure Wyl was all right, what else could the alpha protocol be?
Tamara was breathing hard again by the time she got back to
the infirmary, but while people were stirring, no one was entirely awake yet.
She pulled off her jacket, lay down on the floor close to where she’d been with
ZeeBee and then, for good measure, smacked her head against the wall hard
enough to make herself see stars. That hadn’t been in the original plan, but
she needed to make sure no suspicions came her way. It helped that the doctor
was so vehemently anti-natural, but it paid to be certain. Dizzy and worried,
she calmed her breathing as best she could and waited.
“What in the name of…oh, good grief!” She heard the doctor
push himself up off the floor. Demarcos followed with a grunt a moment later,
and then cold fingers pressed against the pulse point in her throat. Tamara
whimpered.
“Just what I need, another—” They’d never find out what
derogatory thing he needed, because at that moment another alarm went off, this
one rippling through the walls. Tamara recognized it. It was the alarm that
sounded when there was a riot in the prison. “I don’t have time to deal with
her; put her back in her room! I’ll return presently!” Doctor Kleinman rushed
off, and a moment later a much warmer set of hands found their way under her
head.
“Hey,” Demarcos murmured. “Tamara. You okay? Tamara, talk to
me, damn it.”
“Mm fine,” she whispered, even though she wasn’t. “Take me
to the general infirmary, not the private room.”
“Tamara—”
“I need to see if someone is there. Please.” She wasn’t too
proud to beg. She’d have kept at it until he agreed out of sheer exhaustion,
but Demarcos just rolled his eyes.
“Of course you do,” he said. “You’re more cryptic than the
president himself, you know that?”
“There’s no need to be rude,” Tamara said, but she smiled a
little bit regardless. “Thank you.”
“You owe me so many explanations.” He sounded angry, but he
was gentle as he assisted her to her feet and put one of her arms over his
shoulders. It was a bit of a stretch but she didn’t say anything, just let him
lead her like a docile little child into the larger treatment room in the
infirmary, where the Regen beds were kept.
She actually went a bit limp with relief when she saw Wyl
lying there, one hand rubbing his throat, the other looking around curiously. He
smiled politely when he saw the two of them, giving no indication he’d ever
seen either of them before. “Hi there. What the hell happened, huh?”
Fortunately, Demarcos set Tamara down right next to Wyl,
where she could make a bit of conversation about what really interested her. “Where’s
ZeeBee?” she asked, almost soundlessly.
A slightly panicked look came into Wyl’s eyes. “ZeeBee was
supposed to find you! Didn’t…what about…”
“ZeeBee did find me. It was very helpful, but...it ran off
at the end! Something about alpha protocol, I thought that meant ZeeBee would
be back here with you.”
Wyl frowned. “Alpha protocol comes into play in case of
imminent physical damage for the primaries, that’s me and Robbie. But I’m fine,
and Robbie should be…” Wyl didn’t just panic this time, he went completely
white. “Oh, fuck. Robbie’s on duty. He’d on fucking duty and now there’s a
riot, what if he was in the Pit when the gas went off? When did ZeeBee leave?”
“Right after we finished with the visual feeds.”
“ZeeBee must have seen something happening to Robbie.” Wyl
got up like he was going to march off into the penitentiary himself, but Tamara
jerked him back onto the bed. Demarcos watched the two of them like they were
both crazy.
“Running around busting doors down to go after Robbie will
only draw attention,” she whispered. “If ZeeBee saw something, it’ll hand it. Besides,
Magpie is in there. He can help Robbie.”
“How?” Wyl demanded. “How can he possibly handle anything
without blowing his cover? Robbie us a guard;
no prisoner stands up for guards. He’s going to be killed.”
“You don’t know that,” she insisted. We don’t know anything, she thought, a bit helplessly. At this
point, all she could do was keep Wyl from ruining the game.
Robbie would have to look after himself.
Ohhhhhhhhh Robbie what is happening to you? I have read Bonded, Paradise, Pandora and this straight through and am now sat chewing my fingers off!
ReplyDeleteLove your work hun, Merry Christmas to you and yours from Jay
Wow, you've read all the way through! More soon, Jay, thanks for checking in, and Happy New Year!
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