Partials series 1-3. Dan Wells

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      Kira pulled out her pistol and moved up after him, Xochi close behind. Fourth floor, thought Kira, counting each flight of stairs as they passed it. Will the Grid pull guards away from Samm to help downstairs, or will they see what’s happening and add even more?

      They reached the fourth floor, and Kira crouched by the door, bracing herself.

      “Give me a minute to get out my shotgun,” she said, reaching for her bag. “If we’re starting a firefight with armed soldiers, I don’t want to be stuck with this peashooter—”

      She was interrupted by the loud crack of a gunshot on the other side of the door. She looked up in alarm.

      “They’re already firing?”

      “That wasn’t toward us,” said Xochi. “Somebody’s beat us to the Partial’s room.”

      “The other stairwell,” said Kira, and threw open the door. Halfway down the corridor the soldiers were crouched low, facing the other direction, guns trained on the far end of the hall. She gasped: Haru was there, and Jayden, and three other armed rioters, though Kira couldn’t tell who was with who. She dropped to the floor and brought her pistol forward, though at this range it would barely do anything.

      “Behind us!” shouted one of the soldiers, turning toward Kira, and in that instant one of the rioters landed a lucky shot on the man’s shoulder. The soldier cried out and fell prone, and Haru swung his rifle around and shot the rioter. The lone remaining soldier pressed himself even farther into the doorway.

      “We’re surrounded!” he shouted, thumbing his radio. “We need backup on the fourth floor ASAP!”

      “They’re going to kill Samm,” Kira growled, racing forward. “Haru! Jayden!”

      The second soldier was down, and at least one of the rioters lay sprawled on the floor several yards behind the rest. The group swung up their rifles, but Haru and Jayden recognized Kira and ordered everyone to lower them again.

      “Kira,” said Haru, “can’t say it’s a surprise to see you here.” He checked his chamber and racked the slide, pointing back the way they had come. “Barricade those doors. Most of the mob hasn’t figured out he’s up here yet, but they’re going to eventually.”

      “We’re not here to guard him,” said Kira. “We’re here to break him out.”

      Haru stared, then laughed and shook his head. “Are you serious? Are you crazy? We brought that thing here so we could interrogate and dissect it, and now you want to make a deal with it? I was with you before, Kira, but this has gone too far.” He pointed his rifle at her chest. Xochi and Marcus pointed their guns at him, and Jayden and the other three pointed their guns back. Kira stood in the middle, breathing slowly, trying desperately to stay calm. Her head swam with the morphine.

      “Samm is innocent,” said Kira. “The group we met on the island was coming to East Meadow to offer us a truce. Peace, Haru.”

      “How do you know this?”

      “He told us.”

      Haru looked around, as if to ask if he was the only one who hadn’t lost his mind.

      “It’s true,” said Marcus.

      “He tried to kill us,” said Haru, turning his gun on Marcus. “They took our scout, shot Gabe in the face, and chased us off the island with a squad full of rifles, and all of a sudden that means they wanted peace? That’s not the kind of peace I want any part of.”

      “He’s an ally,” Kira insisted. “He can help us rebuild.”

      Haru shook his head, as if the world had gone mad. “Damn plague babies—do you have any idea what we lost the last time we trusted the Partials?” He gestured angrily toward the city. “Every one of the houses out there used to be filled. Every building was still standing—every school was full of children. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the population died, Kira: If that happened again, we’d have two people left. Two, on the entire island. We will never rebuild anything.”

      “They’re dying,” Kira insisted, “just like we are. If we work together, we can save us both—”

      “I don’t want to save us both!” Haru shouted. “I want to save my child and murder every Partial on Earth!”

      “Saving your child is why we’re here!” Kira said, raising her voice. “You can guard him all night if you want but the Senate is going to kill him in the morning, and we don’t have a cure yet. If I go with him, we can find one.”

      Haru stared at her, rage and confusion warring in his eyes. “I’m not letting you take it.”

      “She named her, Haru.” Kira felt her voice crack and forced herself to stay firm. “Your baby has a name: Arwen Sato. Your daughter is Arwen Sato.” She glanced at Jayden. “Your niece is Arwen Sato.” She looked back at Haru, drilling into him with her eyes. “We can save her.”

      “Not in time,” said Haru. His eyes were wet, his face red, his teeth bared.

      “No.” It was Jayden. He moved his arm, swinging his rifle around from Marcus to Haru. “Kira’s right. Put down your gun.”

      “Are you crazy?”

      “I hate the Partials as much as you do,” said Jayden, “but Maddy is relying on us. If there’s any chance we can save my sister’s baby, I’m willing to take it.”

      “So you’re going to kill her husband instead?”

      “Not if he puts down his gun.” Jayden’s eyes were cold. “The rest of you too, put them all on the floor.”

      Slowly Haru complied, and the other three men behind him. Xochi gathered their weapons while Jayden kept them covered with his rifle. Kira tried the door, rattling the locked knob, then dug through the pockets of the dead soldier until she found a ring of keys.

      “This one’s still alive,” said Marcus, examining the other downed soldier.

      “Stable?” asked Kira.

      “If we stop the bleeding.”

      “Wrap it,” said Kira, standing up. “We’ll lock him in with the others and they can help him after the riot.”

      “Speaking of which,” said Xochi, “we need to get out of here. These guys called for backup, and the instant this riot comes even partly under control they’re going to send every soldier they have up here.”

      Kira nodded. “See if you can see how they’re doing.” Xochi ran back to the stairs. Kira turned to the door, trying several keys before finding the right one. The room beyond was dark, and Samm was chained to a chair in the middle of it, speckled with cuts and scabs and bruises.

      “You look like hell,” said Kira.

      “It’s okay,” said Samm, grunting in pain, but Kira could have sworn she saw the hint of a smile. “I have a very advanced platelet system.”

      Kira ran forward painfully and searched through her СКАЧАТЬ