For someone who was supposed to be the best
thief in the galaxy, Renna had been spending entirely too much time locked up
lately.
Not that a high-security hospital room in a
secret MYTH base was much of a prison for her, but the IV line snaking from her
arm might as well have been a pair of Saltani iron handcuffs. She swung her
feet over the edge of the lumpy bed and watched the holoscreen on the far wall.
Stats scrolled past, red text on the black background. Her vitals were stable;
blood pressure was fine. Looking at her chart, she was the picture of health.
Except for the cybernetic implant taking over
her mind.
Renna rubbed the back of her neck where the
original incision site had started to throb. It had been doing that a lot
lately, thanks to Navang’s depraved experiments
and the drugs he’d injected her with.
Drugs he’d used to create a whole
army of human-robot hybrids.
Thana Samil, the MYTH doctor in charge of her
case, said it was nothing to worry about, but Renna knew better. In the five
days she’d been locked up here in
the MYTH facility, the pain in her head had only gotten worse.
And then there were the weird side effects.
She hadn’t stepped foot outside
her room, but she knew a bank of super-servers sat in the northeast corner of
the facility, as if she’d drawn the blueprints
herself. Communications relays resided on each corner of the roof. She’d even felt the throb of the automated defense
cannons guarding the facility.
If the doctor and her team didn’t figure out how to slow down the integration
between the implant and her nervous system, Renna would be a walking machine
before she had the chance to stop the person behind all this.
Pallas.
If Renna’s hunch was right, the
traitor was close enough to touch. Maybe even inside this facility. But she’d never find him if she was trapped here for
the rest of her short life. She slid off the bed to pace the stark room,
careful not to disturb the needles in her arm. Six steps to the door. Turn
around. Six steps back to the bed.
She’d done this to herself.
She’d volunteered to be locked away and dissected,
just to keep Myka Aldani safe. To keep Finn safe.
Her pacing slowed as a pang of longing shot
through her. Captain Nick Finn. Former gang member turned MYTH soldier and her
first childhood crush. Now, she suspected that she’d fallen in love with him, which worried her. Renna had spent most of
her life making sure that didn’t happen. Yet somehow his bright blue eyes,
square jaw, and straight-laced moral code had slipped through her defenses.
And oh, the way his fingers had tantalizingly
stroked her most sensitive places…
Renna felt herself go warm as she remembered
the last time she’d been with him. She’d escaped from Navang, but not before he’d started the process of taking over her
implant. Finn had spent the night in her room, waiting for her to regain
consciousness, and she’d practically begged him
to make love to her. She could still feel the heat of his skin. She inhaled,
half-expecting to smell his scent—sandalwood, gun grease, and something that was inexplicably him.
She needed to know what was going on between
them, and if that meant more bunk-side exploration, she’d totally take one for the team. But until she knew how to stop Pallas
and put an end to these experiments, she wasn’t going anywhere, despite the urge she had to run back to Finn. She’d stay in this facility and let them poke and
prod her, just to protect him and Myka. Even if it made her crazy.
The lock on her door beeped, and high-heeled
shoes clacked across the threshold. Speak of the devil.
Renna turned as Dr. Samil entered the room.
The young doctor wore a pleasant smile despite the slightly frazzled appearance
of her long blonde hair escaping the messy bun she always wore. Renna leaned
back against the edge of her bed. “Do you always have to look so happy at the prospect of stabbing me with
those instruments of torture?”
Dr. Samil’s blue eyes sparkled. “For someone who’s done her share of killing, I can’t believe you have a needle phobia.”
“We all have our
weaknesses,” Renna said with a shrug.
“Pointy, shiny, metal bloodsuckers just happen
to be mine.”
Samil set her holopad down on the counter and
pressed her thumb to the scanner to unlock the drawer. She pulled out a tray of
tools. “I guess it’s time for the torture to begin.”
The doctor brushed her bangs back off her
forehead, and Renna gritted her teeth as she slid back onto the bed, preparing
to be poked.
“How’d the last test go? Is the implant fusing
normally?” Renna stared pointedly
at the far wall as Samil fumbled with the glinting needles on the tray. “Or whatever normal is in this fucked-up
situation.”
The doctor shook her head, flicking a finger
against one of the syringes before pushing the plunger. Pink-tinged liquid
squirted from the needle. “I wish I knew. I haven’t seen anything like this before. It’s fascinating.” Her voice was full of
that breathless excitement Renna had come to hate. “Whatever Dr. Navang did prompted your ordinarily harmless implant to
start fusing directly with your nervous system. If my hunch is right, any other
cybernetic implants installed during this time would also fuse to your body.
You could even start picking up other electronic signals.”
Renna flinched. Not only because of the quick
jab of pain as the doctor deftly slid the needle into her arm, but because she
was already picking up those electronic signals. Things were progressing faster
than the doctor knew.
“Relax. I promise this won’t hurt.”
“That’s what Navang said.” Renna tilted her head and fixed Samil with a frown. “And look how that turned out.”
The doctor finished injecting Renna with
whatever drug cocktail she was trying today, then smiled. “There. Wasn’t so bad, was it? I promise I don’t like torturing you any more than you like being tortured.
Unfortunately, I need one more sample to check your antibody levels.”
“Of course you do.” Renna grudgingly let the woman extract a vial
of blood and then crossed her arms as Samil slipped the vial into her pocket. “So what did you mean about the other implants?”
Dr. Samil nodded as she tapped some
information into her tablet. “Navang wanted to create
an army of hybrids he could control, right? Well, the first step was to keep
their bodies from rejecting the modified implants he installed. But it didn’t work. His technique destroyed some of their
own tissue and risked the constant rejection of the implants. Hence the need
for a steady infusion of the anti-rejection medications.
“The new formula he tested
on you was a different attempt at the same thing. If he could find a way to
make your body fuse with the implant, make it think it was part of itself,
eventually technology could overtake biology. Even better, when the process was
complete, depending on the type of implant, he could have different types of
soldiers. He’d be able to control them
all using his neural network. They’d be nothing but mindless robots until he gave them orders.”
Samil’s voice rose as she spoke,
her gestures growing even more animated, but a dull ache had started in Renna’s stomach. She remembered the expressionless
eyes of the minions at Navang’s lab as she’d slaughtered them to ensure Finn and Myka’s escape. Her heart squeezed as she recalled
Viktis’s assurance that she would make it. Her skin
crawled at the realization that she was nothing more than an experiment to the
doctor, a shiny new toy to be studied until the novelty waned.
But this was Renna’s life. She wasn’t going to sit here helpless
while other people tried to save her. “How long do I have?” she interrupted before
Samil could get even more excited. The woman positively hummed.
Samil paused, blinking at Renna. “Of course. Right. My assistant has had some
success in creating a new drug to slow the fusion. It’s not exact, but I’m hopeful it will work.” Wispy, flyaway hairs floated around her face
like a halo as she shook her head. “I’m confident we’ll have a breakthrough soon. I promise we’ll figure this out.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Doctor. The headaches are getting
worse every day.” Renna rubbed at her sore
temples, closing her eyes as a wave of pain started to build. She shored up the
walls surrounding her heart and refused to even think about losing the
connection she’d made with Finn. “On the plus side, if your drugs don’t work and the implant takes over my brain, I
hear metal body suits are all the rage this year.”
Samil crossed her arms and leaned back against
the table, a frown marring her pretty features. “You’re awfully calm about this whole situation.”
Renna shrugged. She was ten years younger than
the doctor, but she suddenly felt like she was a hundred years older. “I’ve learned to deal with the unexpected in my
line of work, doc. If you can’t change something, you
figure out how to work around it. It’s the only way to survive.”
“That’s a cynical view of life for someone who’s only twenty-three.”
“You saw my file. I grew
up in the Izan tenements on Earth, with a prostitute for a mother and a
background in stealing. I’ve worked hard to move
on, but growing up like that leaves a scar. Or two.” Renna forced herself not to touch the physical scar on her neck, the
daily reminder of that life and everything she’d worked so hard to forget.
Thinking about her mother’s attempt to kill her in a drug-induced rage
still made Renna flush with shame and hatred. Still made her wary of trusting
anyone. Even Finn.
Samil’s expression softened. “I know. And for someone with your past, you’ve come a long way. You’re now part of an intergalactic organization,
doing your part to save the universe. You’ve become something bigger than just a thief. I admire you for that.”
“If I had a choice, I
would’ve been long gone by now. I’m no hero, and I certainly am not a team
player. I don’t need to depend on a
galactic organization. I just need myself.” Renna settled back against the pillows and crossed her arms. “MYTH can keep its good deeds. I’m just in this for the dental plan.” And just maybe to make sure she got a shot at
happily ever after.
Samil chuckled, and Renna felt a responding
smile twist her lips. Despite the needles and the fact that the doctor viewed
Renna as a science experiment, she liked the woman. Samil was whip-smart, and
if anyone could solve this puzzle, it would be her.
“What am I going to do
with you, dove?” the doctor asked with a
shake of her head.
“Save me, I hope.” But the doctor could
stop using that stupid nickname any time now. Thinking of Renna as a meek
little dove was laughable.
“I’m doing my best. I do
wish Navang’s facility hadn’t been destroyed. If I had access to his drugs
and research, it would make all of this so much easier. Or even Myka Aldani. At
one time, he was the key to all of this.”
Renna’s pulse jumped, and she
dropped her gaze to the stark white tiles on the floor. This was exactly why
she’d sent Finn on the run with Myka. Destroying
the facility had been the only way to stop the human-robot hybrid army Navang
and Pallas were building, but it had also signed Renna’s death warrant and put the kid in even more danger.
Had she made the right choice? Could she have
stopped Navang another way?
“Do you know why Captain
Finn destroyed the place?” Samil asked. “It doesn’t make sense. The captain doesn’t disobey orders.”
“You know Finn?” She clenched her hands in her lap at the
unexpected pang of jealousy. The past seven years had changed Finn into a
different person, and those years were wrapped in a protective cloak that
seemed to surround his heart. He was different, but that Finn from her
childhood still remained. She’d thought they’d have plenty of time to get to know him
again, to figure out if there was, in fact, a relationship developing under her
nose, but life never worked out the way she planned.
Samil nodded. “I was ship doctor for a year on the Athena. He’s a good man. It must have been something big
for him to turn his back on MYTH.” Her blue eyes searched Renna’s. “Are you sure he didn’t tell you anything?”
A lump formed in her throat, and she had to
swallow around it before answering. “Finn and I didn’t exactly get along when I came on board.” Sticking to half-truths was the safest bet
for now, until she figured out who she could trust.
“Right. I’d heard he was angry that Major Dallas wanted
him to work with a thief on the last mission. You, I presume?”
“Guilty as charged. He
wasn’t likely to confide in me either way.”
“Probably not. I know how
he felt about people like you.” Samil’s eyes widened. “I mean, people who don’t follow the law.” She shook her head with
an apologetic frown. “I’m sorry, this isn’t coming out right. I just mean Finn’s a good man. For him to go on the run from
MYTH means something is seriously wrong.”
Renna nodded. “I get it. I’m a thief. Untrustworthy.
But I was hired to do a job and that’s what I did.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it, Renna. I’m sorry.” The doctor glanced at the door. “Now that I’ve put my foot in it, I’m going to go make sure
my assistant has your newest sample. Stay positive, Renna, it’s going to be fine.”
“I hope you’re right because it feels like my brain is
about to ooze out my ears.”
Samil unlocked another drawer with her
thumbprint and rummaged inside. She pulled out a small, flesh-colored disk. “Here, put this medipatch on. It should help
with the pain.”
Renna slapped it on her arm. “Thanks, doc. I’ll see you later.
Hopefully much, much later.”
Samil smiled as she left. The door swished
shut behind her, and the sound of the lock re-engaging echoed through the room.
Jamie Grey spent most of her childhood writing stories about princesses who saved the day and pretending to be a daring explorer. It wasn’t until much later that she realized she should combine the two. Now, as a tech-obsessed gamer geek, her novels mix amazing scientific developments, future worlds, and the remarkable characters that live in them.
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