Chapter 18

I SAT AT THE EDGE OF THE TRACK AND WATCHED CALLUM RUN the next morning. Even after

the pounding stopped I barely slept, my eyes constantly drifting back to Ever's empty bed. I couldn't run

today.

I wondered, if a human had helped her get out, would she have survived? Would she have improved

once outside of HARC? Or would she have gotten worse?

Escape had never appealed to me, even when I heard about the rebels and the supposed Reboot

reservation. The outside world was filled with humans who hated us, and a government set up to enslave

or kill us. Outside, as a human, I had starved, caught several diseases, and ended up shot. Inside, I was

fed regularly, clothed, and given a place to sleep.

But now, escape was all I could think of.

Rosa was surrounded by an electrified fence. Even if a Reboot could find and get rid of his tracker, he

still had to find a way over or under the fence.

Going over it would be a little painful.

That was if we actually made it there. Armed guards patrolled the city line on every side, and

sharpshooters were stationed in the towers strategically placed every half mile or so.

My plan so far was to run like hell, hope not to get shot in the head, and climb an electrified fence.

It was not the best plan.

I watched as Callum rounded the track in front of me, his breathing steady. He'd improved in almost

every area. He was faster, stronger, more confident. His body was tighter, his movements sharp and

controlled.

But I should have known he would never live up to the HARC standards. Even if he'd overcome his

greatest obstacle—his sad little twenty-two minutes—he wasn't built to follow orders. He had too many

questions. Too many opinions.

I had no idea how to save him without getting rid of our trackers. And there was no way to find a

tracker without a HARC tracker locator. I'd never even seen one of those. I'd be surprised if they kept it

in the same building with Reboots.

I needed someone who knew where those locators were. I needed Leb.

Relying on a human made my stomach clench. There was no reason he would want to help me and no

reason I should trust him.

I pressed my hand to my forehead and forced my eyes away from Callum. I couldn't think straight

when I looked at him. I was nothing but a pathetic knot of emotions and I couldn't think of what Leb

needed, what he wanted, what a human couldn't—

His daughter.

He wanted his daughter.

They promised to help my daughter, he had said. They lied.

I slowly got to my feet, excitement swirling through my stomach and up to my chest. I had to find him.

Now.

"Stop!" I called to Callum.

His chest heaved as he paused on the track and gave me a curious look.

"Come on," I said with a wave of my hand.

I rushed out the doors and down the hall, Callum's footsteps behind me. Leb was on duty today in the

gym, and I had to get to him as quickly as possible. Officer Mayer would find us a kill assignment soon. I

didn't have much time.

I rounded the corner and pushed open the door to the gym, scanning the room to find Leb. He was

leaning against a wall, pretending he hadn't noticed me.

"Push-ups," I said to Callum, pointing to the floor.

He dropped down without comment, but his eyes followed me as I took a few steps toward Leb. The

officer shook his head slightly. He didn't want me talking to him.

Too bad.

I took a quick glance around the gym. Hugo and Ross were on the other side, engrossed in drilling

their newbies. The rest of the Reboots were training or talking. I moved a little closer to Leb.

"Yeah, he is improving," I said loudly. I hoped whoever was watching the cameras didn't notice Leb

hadn't actually asked me a question.

He stared stone-faced at me. He wasn't playing.

I turned to face Callum. "He's much faster now," I continued to Leb. I ducked my head and focused on

the ground. "Your daughter," I whispered.

The silence stretched on for too long. There were about ten other Reboots in the gym, and for several

seconds there was nothing but the sounds of fists smashing into bodies.

"What about her?" Leb finally mumbled.

"I can get her out."

He said nothing. He was so quiet that I finally peeked over my shoulder at him and found his face

stricken, almost horrified. I might as well have just told him I was going to kill his daughter, not rescue

her.

"They already tried," he stuttered.

"I'm better equipped than any human. I'm trained for this. If you want her, you need me."

He paused, looking at me with wide eyes. "How do I know you'll keep your word after you get out of

here?"

"Trust?" One look at his face made it clear that wasn't an option.

We were silent again, and Leb stared at the floor with furrowed brows. Finally, he said, "You want to

go to the reservation, right?"

"If it actually exists."

"It does."

"You've been there?"

"No, but the Reboots who meet with the rebels say it does." He looked almost excited as he spoke. "I

could instruct the rebels in Austin not to give you a map to the reservation until you show up with Adina.

Would you do that?"

The reservation was not my main concern—getting Callum out was—but Leb didn't need to know

that. "Yes. You have to get me a tracker locator I can keep, though. I can't get her without it."

Leb nodded and my heart jumped with hope. This might actually work.

"Do it fast," I said, moving away from Leb. I jerked my head at Callum. "You can go shower."

Callum gave me another curious look that I ignored as we split off to our respective showers. My

chest was pounding in anticipation but I couldn't decide if I wanted to say anything to him. What if I got

his hopes up and everything fell through?

I grabbed a towel and stepped into a stall, snapping the curtain shut behind me. I tossed the towel over

the side wall and gripped the bottom of my shirt.

"Wren?"

I whirled around to see the outline of someone standing on the other side of the curtain. "Callum?"

He pushed open the curtain and stepped inside the stall, amusement flickering across his face when he

looked down at my fingers, still tightly clenched around the bottom of my shirt.

I quickly dropped it and smoothed the material over my stomach. He just stood there. Was I supposed

to do something? Had he come thinking I'd want to have sex? My hands were shaking suddenly and I was

relieved he hadn't immediately pounced on me.

And maybe a little disappointed.

"What have you been talking about with Leb?" he asked.

I crossed my arms over my chest and beat down the surge of disappointment that he hadn't come to

kiss me.

"Plans," I said.

"What does that mean?"

I wanted to tell him that I was going to get him out of here. I wanted to tell him to hang in there, to be

good for a little while longer until I could figure everything out. I knew he'd give me a look of happiness

and hope and excitement. But I was worried he would be crushed if it all fell apart.

"Plans like he's going to help us escape?" he asked.

"I don't know."

His eyes were already hopeful. So much for not getting his hopes up.

"Will you please follow orders until I do know?" I asked.

He hesitated. It was brief, but it was there. "Yes."

I waited. He hadn't meant the yes.

The yes was a lie.

"Within reason," he finished.

There was the truth.

"They're sending us on a kill assignment any day now," I said quietly. "If it comes down to it, you

need to do it."

"No."

"Callum . . ."

He smiled. "I like that you call me Callum now."

"You have to do it."

"No, I don't." He reached out, trying to pull one of my arms away from my chest.

I shook him off. "Leb can't help us if you're dead."

"They can't make me kill someone."

"It's an adult Reboot. It's not even a person anymore."

He looked down at me, a frown crossing his face. "Wouldn't humans say the same thing about us?"

"Yes, but it's true with an adult, they—"

"You don't know that. That's just what HARC says. I'm inclined to be suspicious."

"You saw Gregor last night," I said. "He was crazed. And every person I've seen who Rebooted as

an adult is like that. They can't even talk anymore, Callum."

"We were there to capture him so HARC could experiment on him. I'd fight back, too. And besides, I

was hysterical after I rose. Weren't you?"

"Yes."

"So maybe—"

"It doesn't matter," I said in exasperation. "Either you kill the next one or HARC eliminates you."

"You've really killed lots of people?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, dropping my eyes. Without even thinking about it. Refusing had never even occurred to

me.

"Humans, too?"

"Yes."

"They made you do that?"

"Sometimes I offered." I looked up as he took a sharp breath at that admission.

"Why would you do that?" he asked, his voice catching.

"When the assignment killed my fellow Reboots, I offered."

"So because you were mad."

I paused, hugging my arms tighter to my chest. "I guess." His face was full of confusion and horror and

maybe even a little disgust. A rock had formed on top of my chest and I closed my eyes, trying to make it

go away. "I was only twelve when I died; I've been here a long time and I thought I had to do everything I

was—I mean, I do have to do everything I'm told. They were bad, the people I killed, and I didn't—"

"I'm not judging you," Callum interrupted, his face softening as he stepped closer to me. "Well, I was,

but I shouldn't be. I'm sorry. I've been here only a few weeks and you . . . I can't imagine being here five

years." A smile crossed his face. "Maybe I won't have to be. You and Leb looked pretty serious today."

"Or you won't be here five years because you disobey orders again and they kill you tomorrow."

"Or that," he said, patting my head with a little laugh. Apparently his own death bothered him very

little.

"It's me, Callum. If you don't carry out the assignment I'm supposed to eliminate you."

"Oh." He looked at me questioningly.

"I won't do it," I said, my annoyance coming through in my voice.

"But then . . ."

"Then they'll probably eliminate me, too."

"Dammit, Wren . . ." He let out a whoosh of air, putting his hands behind his head. "That's not fair."

"It's the truth."

"No. They won't do it. You're their precious One-seventy-eight. Officer Mayer will just yell and have

someone else kill me."

"I'm a Reboot like everyone else," I said. "They'll kill me if I start rebelling."

"So either I kill this person or I'm responsible for your death. That's great. Wonderful choice you've

set up for me there."

"I don't want you to die."

"Now you're sucking up." He tugged at my waist, trying to draw me closer. I let him, pressing my

palm to his warm chest. "I just don't want to be . . ."

"Me?" I guessed.

"No. I don't want them to make me into that person. Into someone who kills."

I had nothing to say to that, as I was already that person. I pressed my lips together and looked at him

pleadingly.

"That look," he moaned, putting his hands on my cheeks. "Don't give me that look."

"Will you do it? Please?"

He sighed and dropped his hands. "Do I have to decide now?"

"The assignment could come down any minute."

"I . . . could try, I guess." The defeat in his voice made my insides twist uncomfortably.

"Thank you." I took a step back, an indication that I was ready for him to go.

"Right, I'll let you shower." He grabbed the edge of the curtain but paused, the humor back in his

eyes. "Or I could stay."

A little yelp escaped my mouth as I pulled my arms in and pressed them both against my chest. "I . . .

um . . ." Yes. And no. I felt sick.

"I'm sorry," he said with a chuckle, holding up his hands. "You look horrified. I was mostly kidding."

"No, I'm not horrified," I said, forcing myself to relax. He gave me one last smile before pulling back

the curtain and hopping out.

An Under-sixty leaned over and peeked around the curtain before I could shut it. A small crowd had

formed, and the girls all had funny smiles on their faces.

"Aw, we knew you'd break down eventually," the Under-sixty said. "He's really cute."

I snapped the curtain closed and let out a long breath as I leaned my forehead against the cool tile.

I shouldn't have stuttered and mumbled like that. I shouldn't have looked horrified. I wanted to . . .

well, I didn't know if I wanted to strip down and shower with him, but I liked his arms around me. I

thought I would have liked to kiss him. Although I couldn't be sure, never having kissed anyone before.

Ever would have enjoyed this. She would have been thrilled if I had told her everything. Her eyes

would have lit up with the hope I was a real person after all. She would have said something comforting

and humanlike, although I had no idea what.

I missed her.

That evening, after dinner, I walked down the hallway, slowing as I spotted a human leaving my room.

She caught my eye and pointed inside.

"Clothes drop-off," she said, and quickly scurried away.

I looked at the neatly folded clothes on my bed in confusion. I'd had a clothes drop-off yesterday.

I grabbed a black sweatshirt off the top. It was way too big.

But there was a folded-up piece of paper beneath it.

I dropped the sweatshirt on the bed and held the paper close to my chest, turning away from my clear

wall and unfolding it as discreetly as possible.

It was a map. A map of the five cities of Texas, with a route drawn in blue from Rosa to Austin. He'd

drawn a circle around the intersection of Nelson and Holly in Rosa, a couple blocks from where the

shuttle usually landed, and written the words meet me here. There was a star at the edge of the Rosa city

line, directly in between two towers. Where we were supposed to exit the city, perhaps? The blue line

stretched through the miles of trees between the two cities and stopped at the word tunnel scrawled near

the edge of the rico side of Austin.

My breath caught in my chest and the map shook ever so slightly as I read the small words printed at

the bottom.

I'm in.