Countdown. Michelle Rowen

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      He raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

      I nodded, surprised at his calm reaction to such a strange—to me, anyway—observation.

      He reached around to the back of his head to feel. “Maybe they made a mistake when they were digging around. Put it in the wrong spot.”

      “Maybe.” My gaze traveled to his wound. “What Jonathan did to you back there. That antidote. How do you feel now?”

      He gingerly touched his shoulder. “It worked. I feel stronger already. It doesn’t even hurt much anymore.”

      I couldn’t figure it out. “Why did he do that? Seems kind of risky for him to help somebody he doesn’t even know. Just another contestant.”

      “Don’t know.” A grim smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Must be my charm. I’ve always been able to win people over. Make them do whatever I want.”

      “Yeah, sure,” I said. “It’s working so well with me so far.” I glanced around again. I could see the main mall from where we were, but they’d tucked us down a hallway that was roped off for maintenance. I looked at Rogan. He wasn’t hunched over anymore, and I got a better sense of his height. He was tall—I’d guess a couple inches over six feet. Also, even with all that dirt and grime he was...well, I had to admit that he was far from ugly. I wondered what he might look like all cleaned up.

      Like a cleaned-up mass murderer, probably.

      I was fooling myself if I thought there was more to this guy. Wouldn’t matter if he was the most gorgeous boy in the universe. What he’d done made him hideous.

      He seemed to flinch at my appraisal. “You don’t seem to like what you see.”

      That wasn’t entirely true, unfortunately. But it was better for both of us if he believed that. “Should I like you, Rogan?”

      He gave another half laugh that sounded pained. “Absolutely not.”

      “Then I guess we’re in agreement.” I turned my back to him and tried to focus. The mall. I hung out here all the time and so did a good friend of mine. “Come on. I think I know someone who might be able to help us. Got to find him before that camera catches up to us.”

      Before I got too far, his hand on my shoulder stopped me. “What are you talking about?”

      “I know a guy, he’s like a computer genius. At least that’s what he’s always telling me. If I find him, he might be able to help us get rid of the implants—disarm them, remove them, whatever—and we can end this once and for all.”

      “You think it’s that easy?”

      “I think it could be.” I tried to pull away from him.

      His grip on my arm increased. “You touch these implants, and unless you have the right tools, they’ll explode. Turn your brain to goo that’ll drip out your ears while you finish dying. Is that what you want?”

      I grimaced at the thought. “You sound pretty certain. I guess I didn’t get the manual when I woke up on the do’s and don’t’s of implant ownership. Did they give you a quick course in juvie?”

      He glared at my sarcastic tone. “People talk.”

      I turned away again. “Doesn’t mean I have to listen.”

      Without waiting to find out if he was or wasn’t going to follow me, I made my way out of the hallway and into the mall. Finally, I was somewhere I knew. It felt good, like I’d been returned home. It gave me some sense of control in this crazy situation.

      Pre-Plague, this had been one of the largest malls on the east coast. Over a thousand stores in a complex that spanned blocks and blocks. Now there were about thirty stores still open. Three places to eat in the food court. Some old people said that it had an eerie, ghost town kind of feeling for them, just like the entire city now did. It didn’t seem that strange to me since I’d never known any other way. It was a good place to hang out indoors, and that was all I cared about.

      I glanced over my shoulder. Rogan trudged after me. Just looking at him made me realize that we’d better make this quick. We didn’t have too much time before we got kicked out. Security wasn’t all that tight, but torn, dirty and bloodied clothes did not represent your average mall shopper. Luckily I knew where I was headed.

      The food court. My friend Oliver hung out there a lot. If he wasn’t there, then he was at his other main haunt, some basement in the city where he disappeared for days at a time to play networked games with other geeks. I meant that term fondly.

      I actually let out a small whimper of relief when I saw him sitting in his usual spot, tapping away on his laptop, an extra-large soda in front of him on the table. There were about ten other people in the large food court, scattered around at different tables. A clock hung from the ceiling in the center of the court. The glass on it had been broken months ago but hadn’t been fixed yet. It still worked, though. It was just after five o’clock.

      I walked right up to Oliver and stood in front of him. He didn’t immediately look up from his screen.

      “Oliver,” I said.

      He finally glanced at me, and his eyes widened. “Kira, hey. I’ve been looking all over for you. You totally disappeared yesterday.”

      Yesterday? How long had I been unconscious before I woke up in that room? How long had I been unconscious before this level?

      I let out a shaky breath. “I need your help. Badly.”

      He raised his eyebrows. “You look serious.”

      “You have no idea.”

      “Are you in some sort of trouble?”

      Rogan’s hand curled around my arm. “Kira, this isn’t a good idea.”

      Oliver’s gaze shifted to him, and his eyes widened again. “New friend?”

      I looked at Rogan and then back at Oliver. Rogan outweighed the shorter, scrawnier kid by at least fifty pounds of muscle.

      “Uh, this is Rogan Ellis.” I gulped. “We both need your help.”

      “Rogan Ellis...” Oliver’s eyes widened even more at hearing the name. I guess I was the only one who hadn’t heard of his crimes before today. “Kira, do you have any idea who this guy is?”

      “Yes, but you have to listen to me...” I trailed off. I suddenly felt something. A strange sensation like we were being watched.

      I glanced over my shoulder and was positive I saw a silver digicam slide behind the far corner.

      “We can’t involve your friend in this,” Rogan whispered only loud enough for me to hear. “Unless you want to get him killed.”

      Oliver’s knuckles were white, and he gripped the edge of the table. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, Kira, but if you need my help, you know I’d do anything for you. But him—” His voice caught a little with fear. “I don’t want him anywhere СКАЧАТЬ