2089. Miles M Hudson

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      Chapter Five

      Vicky walked slowly from the small vegetable field, a casual stroll. Her hand remained at her forehead, the index finger moving in a small slow circle, winding her hair. This idiosyncrasy was Jack’s strongest memory of the girl he had once known. She appeared to sashay away towards the Truva family farmhouse. Jack could make out the building but it was mostly obscured by woods.

      Jack crept out from his hiding place and moved to where she had been sitting. He had watched Vicky pull up a radish and mimicked the actions she had used to do so, finding a radish that was also so beautifully formed that it could have been entered in a competition at the Highnam summer fair. The small area also offered up tomatoes and a beet, and he doubled his collection of carrots. At that point, Jack decided he had enough to eat and some spare to carry away, but would not have room to carry any more.

      He collected his rucksack from the dense bushes at the eastern end of the Truva farmland. The sun had disappeared below the horizon. It would be dark in less than thirty minutes, and Jack had changed his original plan, deciding that he would spend the night in the rusting barn that towered over the field to the southeast.

      Decades earlier, the building had been an industrial milking shed. It was now derelict, and the doorway, wide open at the east end, had a pair of trees growing out of the threshold. They were at an angle to the vertical, leaning towards the outside, reaching for the sky. The barn stood thirty feet high, and in places the metal roofing sheets had fallen through, leaving large, rectangular openings.

      Inside, one half was an open space with a mud floor. The centre had a raised platform running the full length, and against the north wall were a number of open rooms that reminded Jack of large stable booths. Everything was made of metal, some galvanised and still quite shiny, but most parts pitted and holed with rust. One strong windstorm might cause a collapse.

      He started a fire in one of the side rooms. Jack chose one that did not have a hole in the roof above, in the hope that the smoke would disperse more diffusely if it had to find its way out of the roof some distance from the fire. He was unsure how well the vegetables would cook on an open fire.

      During the cooking procedure, Jack determined that he would stay in the barn for twenty-four hours and make for Leckhampton Hill the following night. He told himself that this delay would give any pursuers more time to follow him in the wrong direction, before he made his real getaway.

      He also decided that he should talk with Vicky Truva to gauge another’s view of the revolution he was starting. He had always found that she could be relied upon to think intelligently. As Ellie had died before he had come up with the plan to reintroduce privacy by destroying the audiopt feeds, Jack had not had an opportunity to discuss the idea with anyone.

      Jack had picked up a survival knife from an abandoned shop in Cheltenham almost three months previously, in preparation for this moment. In spearing a carrot with it, he felt like an action hero from any number of old Hollywood videostories. He aped what he had seen in them, hunkering down in a corner and giving furtive looks around the space, before biting into the carrot from the knife. Jack grinned at his own parody. ‘Who says I’m just a crazy idiot?’

      *

      The night’s sleep was marred by discomfort from lying on the hard soil, and frequent short dreams. Vicky smiled at him, her finger stroking circles at her temple. He attempted to vanish the hallucination by closing and opening his eyes again. Vicky did not disappear.

      ‘Good morning,’ she said in a singsong voice.

      ‘Um, yes, morning.’

      ‘Looks like you slept well after a fine dinner.’ She waved her other hand toward the fire and the pile of vegetables next to his rucksack — vegetables Jack had stolen from her field.

      ‘I’m sorry, I was very hungry. I had travelled far and… ’

      Smiling, Vicky interrupted him, ‘It’s OK. Don’t worry, not a problem, we’re happy to help.’

      ‘How did you know I was here?’

      ‘At night, the fire in here makes a bright light. You can see it from our veranda.’

      Jack felt stupid. He was a fugitive on the run, and at the first opportunity, he had managed to give away his location. ‘Why didn’t you come for me last night?’

      Vicky’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. ‘This barn is often used by travellers. It’s them who made the fireplace you used.

      ‘Like I said, we’re happy for people to use this place to shelter. They don’t usually take our vegetables without asking, but I’m sure your theft will be on the video feed at Kangaroo this Sunday.’

      Jack looked at her. He was not sure if she had made a straightforward statement, or if he needed to interpret hidden commentary. He chose to assume the best scenario, that she had come to visit a stranger on their land, rather than catch the most wanted man in England. ‘I doubt it. You know the audiopt feeds are down.’

      ‘Oh yes, course they are.’

      Jack nodded. ‘No armulet connections means no audiopt feeds – if the servers aren’t communicating, any of your brain’s signals that the masts might pick up won’t be recorded. You СКАЧАТЬ