to her,” said Finn, talking for the first time. “You don’t have
any records on her.”
Crewcut
put a hand on his chest and gave Sarah a warm look that was completely at odds
with his words. “Personally, I don’t give a shit who you are. I just need more
people holding guns. However, due to your rather incriminating lack of
identity, as well as that tidy little barcode on your left wrist, I am sure
that there are many, many people, who would be more than interested to learn a
little more about you. I bet there is a whole bundle of surprises about you
waiting to be discovered. Now, again, I don’t care a fucking iota about who you
are as long as you grab a gun and play your part, but if you don’t, I have no
qualms about handing you over to people who do care.”
Sarah
exchanged a glance with Finn. Crewcut was probably right. They would find out
about her. There were other records, other ways they could trace her. People
would want to know how they escaped. They would probably find out about Mr
Wall, and tie her into whatever mess he was involved in and thought she was
part of. And even if they didn’t, if they just found out who she was and handed
her back to the Hourglass Group, she would be used in whatever experiment they
wanted. Besides, she knew what Finn would chose even before he did. She
remembered how he had hesitated, when they had first been bought to the Anoscosa ,
and had almost gone with the military then. Sarah gave Finn an almost
apologetic look. She turned back to face Crewcut.
“I’m
in.”
Crewcut
gave her a triumphant smile and faced Finn. Finn nodded stiffly. Sarah relaxed
a little, knowing that she had been right. He had already decided, she
realised, but he was going to try and get Sarah safely away if he could. Crewcut
clapped his hands together.
“Welcome,
volunteers,” he said with a beam. “Your timing couldn’t have been more
perfect.” He looked at Switchblade. “Take them to Buchey’s.” He looked back at
Sarah and Finn. “She’ll sort you out.” Sarah and Finn turned to follow
Switchblade. Crewcut seemed to have lost all interest in them already.
*****
The
two kids followed Switchblade out of the room. Despite pretending to look
through reports, Crewcut watched them go. He’d never had anyone turn up with no
ID before. He sucked at his teeth indecisively. He was reaching out for the
phone, about to make some inquiries of his own, when it rang before he could
touch it. He jumped, and then snatched up the phone.
“What?”
he snapped, all thoughts of the girl leaving his head.
Chapter Ten
Switchblade
navigated his way between the low, squat buildings with ease. Sarah wished he
would stop chewing.
“Well
then,” said Switchblade, turning around to face Sarah as he continued to walk
backwards, confident in his direction. “Who are you then, girl with no ID?
Hell, how do you not have ID girlie? And you’re only a kid. I mean, no super
power is going to put their force behind you.”
“What
the hell are you talking about?”
“Do
you know who doesn’t have an ID? Spies, that’s who.”
“I’m
not a spy.”
“No
shit. You’ll like, what, twelve?”
Sarah
rolled her eyes, not bothering to correct him.
“Whereas
Finn here, hell, we might as well be buddies already.” Switchblade moved
quickly and threw a friendly arm around Finn’s shoulders, although with a bit
more force than what was warranted.
“Get
off me,” demanded Finn, shrugging his shoulders aggressively to dislodge
Switchblade.
“Whoa,
easy there bud,” said Switchblade, throwing his hands up in exaggerated
submission. “Don’t you know, we’re on the same team now.”
Finn
seemed to deflate a little at that.
“It
didn’t really feel like that when you had a knife to my back,” said Sarah
pointedly.
“Hey,
sweetie, just doing my job. Your job too, now.”
“Where
are we going?” asked Finn.
“To
Buchey’s, weren’t you
Janwillem van de Wetering