Sims

A detailed aerial reco

“Okay,” he told Patrick. “Let’s make this first right up here and see if you can position us a couple of blocks behind the McDonald’s. We’ll work our way back toward it from there.”

“Gotcha,” Patrick said, and put the van in gear.

“Everyone keep an eye out for Portero’s people.”

“If you see a green Taurus,” Romy said, gri

Patrick laughed. “Right! I’ll bet it’ll be next week before anyone can see through that windshield again.”

Zero gri

However, if they ran into any of Portero’s men today, they’d be edgy, might shoot first and worry later about who they hit. That was why he’d brought Kek along. He glanced back at the gorilla-mandrill hybrid crouched by the rear door. He wore black coveralls cinched with the belt that held his Special Forces knife. His snout was a cool blue and he seemed relaxed, but Zero knew if provoked he could explode into violence in the blink of an eye.

As Zero turned forward again, he caught Romy staring at him, her eyes almost luminous in the dimness. She’d been doing that a lot since their time together in the rear of the van last night. He sensed it was more than combat bonding, feared it might be infatuation. That sort of look from Romy should have made him giddy, but instead it weighed on Zero. A look was the limit, the most he could ever hope for.

After zigzagging through the narrow streets, Patrick stopped the van by the mouth of an alley ru

“Unless my sense of direction is completely out of whack,” Patrick said, pointing down the alley, “the McDonald’s is two blocks that-a-way.”

“All right then, Tome,” Zero said. “It’s up to you and me now. Let’s go find Meerm.”

The old sim looked at Patrick and Zero could sense the bond between them. Patrick nodded. “Go ahead, Tome. You can do it.”

“Yes, Mist Sulliman. Tome try best.”

Patrick rolled down his window and checked the street. “All clear.”

Zero pushed open a rear door and hopped down. As soon as Tome was out he started to push it closed and found Romy staring at him again.

“Be careful,” she said.

Zero could only nod.

He hurried Tome off the sidewalk and into the narrow alley. As they moved through the litter and the rubble, their breath steaming in the frigid air, Zero glanced up and was surprised to see a number of clotheslines stretching above them; one sported a bra and a very large set of white panties. Apparently the tenement wasn’t as deserted as it looked.

“If you were Meerm,” Zero said to Tome, keeping his voice low, “and you were in here and frightened, and looking for a place to hide, which way would you go?”

“Tome not Meerm.”

“Yes, but imagine you were.”

“What is ’magine?”

How to explain that? Maybe Tome wasn’t capable of imagining. But he’d imagined starting a sim union, hadn’t he. Imagining a solution to a problem, though, wasn’t the same as pretending to be someone else.

But if I can do it, why can’t Tome?

“We can talk about imagining later,” Zero told him. “Right now we need to find a spot where we can see the golden arches over a fence, isn’t that what Beece said?”

“Yes. Say Meerm in metal door with red write.”

A metal door with red writing…that was their best clue. If they had a big search party, and unlimited time, and could comb the area openly without fear of being attacked, Zero had no doubt they’d find Meerm before the morning was out. But with just him and Tome…

They arrived in a small quadrangular courtyard that once must have served as a dump for the surrounding buildings. No fence, no McDonald’s arches, no metal door with red writing.

They moved on into another alley, misaligned with the one they’d just left. They were halfway to the next street when Zero noticed a low passage, five feet high at most, cutting away through the wall of the building to their left. He stooped and saw daylight at the far end.

“Did Beece mention anything about a tu

Tome shook his head. “No, Mist Zero.”

“Okay, then.” He was about to turn away when it occurred to him to check it out. They were here. Foolish not to take a look.

“Tome, we should see what’s on the other end of that tu

The old sim nodded and ducked into the tu

“Mist Zero!” Tome cried, his voice squeaking with excitement. “Is here! Metal door and fence and red write!”

Zero didn’t wait to hear if the McDonald’s arches were visible.

“Let’s go!”

Bent in a deep crouch, he splashed through the wet tu

They’d found it. Now they had to hope she hadn’t moved to a new hiding place. Please, let her still be there.

“All right, Tome. Remember: We have to be calm, we have to speak softly. You’ll do the talking as we pla

Tome nodded. “Tome talk good.”

Zero approached the door with measured steps, making enough noise so that anyone on the other side would hear their approach and not be taken completely by surprise when the door opened. He stopped outside it, waited a heartbeat or two, then gripped the door’s upper corner and pulled.

The hinges squealed horribly as it swung open. Inside lay a pool of night, untouched by the dawn. Zero listened but heard no movement within.

As rehearsed, Tome leaned inside and said, “Meerm? This Tome. Friend sim. Friend Beece. Tome bring friend help Meerm.”

Silence.

She’s gone, Zero thought.

And then, echoing from within, a soft whimper.

“Do you think they’re all right?” Romy said as she sat in the passenger seat and stared down the alley.

“They’ve only been gone a few minutes,” Patrick replied.

Romy knew that, but couldn’t quell her dark sense of foreboding.

“I should have gone with them.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. And you know why.”

Romy glanced at Patrick. He seemed testy this morning. Lack of sleep, maybe. But she knew what he meant: They’d all agreed that a group of humans would spook Meerm.

“Well, then, I should have gone with Tome instead of Zero. I’m female. If Tome can’t talk her out, I think a female human would be a lot less threatening than a male.”

Patrick looked at her. “You could be right. In fact, that makes sense—a hell of a lot more sense than sending a guy in a ski mask. I must be overtired. I should have thought of that myself. Hell, why didn’t you bring this up before?”