Unite Me. Tahereh Mafi

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      My smile falters.

      “Would you like to step inside, sir?” Delalieu’s voice jolts me back to the present. “There’s not much to see within, but it is interesting to note that the hole is just big enough for someone to easily climb through. It seems clear, sir, what the intent was.”

      I nod, distracted. My eyes carefully catalogue the dimensions of the hole; I try to imagine what it must’ve been like for her, to be here, trying to get through. I want so much to be able to talk to her about all of this.

      My heart twists so suddenly.

      I’m reminded, all over again, that she’s no longer with me. She does not live on base anymore.

      It’s my fault she’s gone. I allowed myself to believe she was finally doing well and it affected my judgment. I should’ve been paying closer attention to details. To my soldiers. I lost sight of my purpose and my greater goal; the entire reason I brought her on base. I was stupid. Careless.

      But the truth is, I was distracted.

      By her.

      She was so stubborn and childish when she first arrived, but as the weeks passed she’d seemed to settle; she felt less anxious to me, somehow less afraid. I have to keep reminding myself that her improvements had nothing to do with me.

      They had to do with Kent.

      A betrayal that somehow seemed impossible. That she would leave me for a robotic, unfeeling idiot like Kent. His thoughts are so empty, so mindless; it’s like conversing with a desk lamp. I don’t understand what he could’ve offered her, what she could’ve possibly seen in him except a tool for escape.

      She still hasn’t grasped that there’s no future for her in the world of common people. She doesn’t belong in the company of those who will never understand her. And I have to get her back.

      I only realize I’ve said that last bit out loud when Delalieu speaks.

      “We have troops all across the sector searching for her,” he says. “And we’ve alerted the neighboring sectors, just in case the group of them should cross ove—”

      “What?” I spin around, my voice a quiet, dangerous thing. “What did you just say?”

      Delalieu has turned a sickly shade of white.

      “I was unconscious for all of one night! And you’ve already alerted the other sectors to this catastrophe—”

      “I thought you would want to find them, sir, and I thought, if they should try to seek refuge elsewhere—”

      I take a moment to breathe, to gather my bearings.

      “I’m sorry, sir, I thought it would be safest—”

      “She is with two of my own soldiers, Lieutenant. Neither one of them are stupid enough to guide her toward another sector. They have neither the clearance nor the tools to obtain said clearance in order to cross the sector line.”

      “But—”

      “They’ve been gone one day. They are badly wounded and in need of aid. They’re traveling on foot and with a stolen vehicle that is easily trackable. How far,” I say to him, frustration breaking into my voice, “could they have gone?”

      Delalieu says nothing.

      “You have sent out a national alert. You’ve notified multiple sectors, which means the entire continent now knows. Which means the capitals have received word. Which means what?” I curl my only working hand into a fist. “What do you think that means, Lieutenant?”

      For a moment, he seems unable to speak.

      Then

      “Sir,” he gasps. “Please forgive me.”

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      Delalieu follows me to my door.

      “Gather the troops in the Quadrant tomorrow at ten hundred hours,” I say to him by way of good-bye. “I’ll have to make an announcement about these recent events as well as what’s to come.”

      “Yes, sir,” Delalieu says. He doesn’t look up. He hasn’t looked at me since we left the warehouse.

      I have other matters to worry about.

      Not counting Delalieu’s stupidity, there are an infinite number of things I must take care of right now. I can’t afford any more difficulties, and I cannot be distracted. Not by her. Not by Delalieu. Not by anyone. I have to focus.

      This is a terrible time to be wounded.

      News of our situation has already hit a national level. Civilians and neighboring sectors are now aware of our minor uprising, and we have to tamp down the rumors as much as possible. I have to somehow defuse the alerts Delalieu has already sent out, and simultaneously suppress any hope of rebellion among the citizens. They’re already too eager to resist, and any spark of controversy will reignite their fervor. Too many have died already, and they still don’t seem to understand that standing against The Reestablishment is asking for more destruction. The civilians must be pacified.

      I do not want war in my sector.

      Now more than ever, I need to be in control of myself and my responsibilities. But my mind is scattered, my body fatigued and wounded. All day I’ve been inches from collapsing, and I don’t know what to do. I have no idea how to fix it. This weakness is foreign to my being.

      In just two days, one girl has managed to cripple me.

      I’ve taken even more of these disgusting pills, but I feel weaker than I did this morning. I thought I could ignore the pain and inconvenience of a wounded shoulder, but the complication refuses to diminish. I am now wholly dependent on whatever will carry me through these next weeks of frustration. Medicine, medics, hours in bed.

      All this for a kiss.

      It’s almost unbearable.

      “I’ll be in my office for the rest of the day,” I tell Delalieu. “Have my meals sent to my room, and do not disturb me unless there are any new developments.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “That’ll be all, Lieutenant.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      I don’t even realize how ill I feel until I close the bedroom door behind me. I stagger to the bed and grip the frame to keep from falling over. I’m sweating again and decide to strip the extra coat I wore on our СКАЧАТЬ