Dead To Me

31

The plan was this: Jane and I would roll the unconscious Faisal Bane into a carpet, essentially making a human burrito, and sneak him out of the building. The foolishness of the plan was further complicated by the fact that as we rolled Faisal Bane into an oriental carpet, it looked exactly like a carpet with a body rolled into it.

My gut reaction to Wesker’s plan was alarm bells going off in my head, screaming STUPID STUPID STUPID. But since I had nothing better to offer in the way of cohesive escape, we were stuck with it.

Wesker and I hefted one end of the Faisal carpet burrito onto my shoulder.

“Won’t the zombies try to stop us?” I asked. “I mean we’ve essentially made a giant joint with their master inside of it. Won’t that set their zombie senses tingling?”

It was Jane who put my fears to rest as Wesker moved to help Jane lift her end of the carpet roll.

“Zombie sense?” Jane said, shaking her head at me. “What are they teaching you at the D.E.A.? There’s no such thing, Simon.”

“You sure?” I asked.

Jane nodded. “I don’t think they’ll even notice us leaving. I’ve worked with that lot of undead word processors, and without their zombified brains being directly controlled on a project, they have the functionality of a small child. A regular person might look at us and be able to figure out we’ve got a body in here, but a zombie, like a child, couldn’t figure it out. It’s like if you cover something up with a cloth, a baby will forget it’s there. Object permanence, it’s called.”

I tested the weight at my end of the bundle and it was much heavier than I thought.

“It’s the same for the zombies,” Jane continued. “Unless they’re ordered directly by their master or they see him in jeopardy specifically, they’re not likely to attack.”

“Good enough for me,” I said. “That sounded very professorial of you.”

Wesker cleared his throat pointedly. “If you two don’t mind…”

For once, I was glad to hear him chime in because our carpety coffin was not getting any lighter. Wesker opened the door for us and waved us out.

“Aren’t you coming with us?” I asked.

“I’ll meet you outside,” he said. “I’m going to go a separate way so as to not draw attention to our secret partnership. I’m worried that my cover might be blown, remember?”

“I doubt it,” said. “The way you clocked him, he probably won’t even remember whohe is.”

“You’d be surprised,” Wesker said, shutting the door behind him. “These Sectarians are a hardy sort. Still, there might have been enough confusion in the fight.”

Without another word, Wesker headed off in the opposite direction as Jane and I headed for the lobby.

Surprisingly, our trip went smoothly. Jane’s arm-still tender after healing from the fall into my alley-began to act up, but she was a trooper and didn’t bring it up until we hit street level along Thirty-Third. Wesker pulled up in a van-God knows where he’d purloined it from-and we loaded Bane clumsily into it, thankful to have his weight off our shoulders. Wesker gave the two of us a few sneers in the rearview mirror but otherwise fell silent for the rest of the ride down, which was fine by me.

Because of Wesker’s deep-cover operation, he decided to make himself scarce just in case he hadn’t blindsided Faisal as well as he thought. That meant that he wouldn’t be able to claim this capture as a victory for his precious Greater amp; Lesser Arcana department. I knew that would kill him, and I did an i

I wasn’t sure how long we’d be able to detain Faisal, but we’d see how far we could take it. It wasn’t until we unloaded the van on East Eleventh Street that I began to feel an unexpected excitement from it all. There was a buzz in the crowd as we entered, even in the rich-smelling confines of the coffee shop. Operatives from the graveyard shift perked up at our arrival, and they parted as we hefted our load from the van and headed back toward the office. As we worked our way through the storefront and down the main aisle of the theater, the D.E.A. crowd surged around us and lifted the rolled-up villain out of our hands and continued forward. I didn’t mind, though. I was riding the wave of our high, too busy accepting the congratulations, handshakes, and pats on the back from my peers to care. Most of the other agents probably didn’t even know why they were cheering or what was going on, but they figured anytime someone walked in with a body wrapped up in a carpet roll, it was most likely in the plus column for the good guys. As I continued forward through the throng, my free hand held tight to Jane’s.

Co

“When I told you to take some kind of action at the Odessa last night,” he started grimly, “I didn’t expect you to bring down the enemy single-handedly. You could have gotten yourself killed, kid.”

“And me,” chimed in Jane cheerfully. “Don’t forget he could have gotten me killed as well!”

“Word has it you’re M.I.A.,” he said to Jane with a sour look.

Co

“Listen, Co

“And I’m not?” Co

“Problem here, gentlemen?” the Inspectre said, appearing as if out of nowhere. He looked at Jane. “Well, this should be an interesting story. Last I saw, you were plummeting off a rooftop wearing a black unitard.”

Co

Co

Quimbley stroked his mustache for a moment, looked at me, and clapped Co

Co

“That’s a good chap,” the Inspectre said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some interrogation to get to.”

The Inspectre nodded to all of us and was off with a look of excitement in his eyes that I had never seen before.

“We’ll be going as well,” I said and moved toward the doorway.

“About that,” Co

The crowd was surging around us now and I was having trouble focusing.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “What?”

Co

His words hit me as hard as an actual blow. “Didn’t you see her helping me carry Bane in here? Does that sound like a cultish thing to you?”

“Not necessarily,” Co

“You have no idea what we just went through,” I said. “He practically killed her!”

“You’re right, Idon’t know what you went through,” Co

“I see,” I said. “This isn’t just about me then. This is about me getting the collar, isn’t it?”