The Earth Dwellers

“You’re damn right no one. Look, we suffered the partnership with the Icers only because their king was…unstable…and because he provided us with a fair supply of wood and meat. But even had he survived their little rebellion, we still would have had to kill them all eventually anyway. For the good of the earth. His death was merely the perfect excuse.”

“I’ve heard Goff’s death wasn’t caused by a rebellion,” the man says, his voice filled with a little pride.

“Oh have you?” Lecter says, a sliver of sarcasm in his tone.

“I heard dark warriors came from the sea.”

“Dark warriors?” Lecter’s words are full of mockery now. “Sounds like you’ve been reading too many sun dweller novels, Gomez.”

“I’m just saying what I heard.”

“You think I don’t have all the same information as you? I’ve heard the same thing, only my sources called the eastern people savages, not dark warriors. Just more savages. Don’t give them more prestige than they deserve. One day our coastal cities will be built on the graves of these so-called dark warriors.”

A firm hand grabs the back of my shirt and I almost cry out.

“What do you want me to do?” I hear the man ask Lecter, even as I’m looking back at my attacker, preparing for a fight.

It’s my boss, her face like a red balloon. Uh oh. She doesn’t say anything, just points down the hall, to where I left my cart.

I walk away from the room, feeling her behind me the whole way.

Lecter’s final words hit me in the back. “Kill them. Kill them all.”

~~~

“What the hell were you doing?” boss lady says. I swear a wisp of steam escapes her ear. We’re down on the 50th floor, where I was meant to go in the first place.

“I got the floor wrong,” I say i

“Why’d you leave your cart?” Big hands on big hips.

“I was looking for you.”

“So when you didn’t find me you decided to crouch outside of a conference room?” she asks. She doesn’t say “President Lecter’s conference room,” but I can tell that’s what she means. It was a major offense.

“No, I…see, the thing is…I saw a smudge on the glass, so I went to inspect. And when I got closer, there were more smudges, LOTS of smudges, so I was contemplating what to do about those smudges when you snuck up behind me.”

“I didn’t sneak,” the boss says. “I don’t sneak.”

I don’t doubt that. I must’ve been pretty engrossed in what Lecter was saying to not notice her approach. Building new cities. Cleansing the earth. Killing the savages. The themes of the conversation were anything but comforting.

But my conversation with my boss is going nowhere. Time to play the card under my sleeve.

“Look, it’s my first day, I was just trying to figure things out. I promise, it won’t happen again.”

She smiles at me, which scares me a little. I wither under the scrutiny of her gaze and the strangeness of her unexpected smile. “Oh, you’re right about that,” she says, and I can tell she’s not in any way, shape or form agreeing with me. “It won’t happen again because your employment here is terminated, effective at the end of the day. Your rations will be cut off starting tomorrow, until you are assigned a new position.”

~~~

That could’ve gone better. Not only will I be unable to get close to Lecter again after today, but boss lady is watching me like a parent watches their troublemaker kid on the playground.

First we clean the long hallways on floors 50 to 54, using strange machines that evidently suck the dust off the fuzzy, soft floors that almost look like blankets have been sewn into them. I think they had them in Tristan’s palace in the Sun Realm, too—he called them carpets. We stop there, leaving 55 to clean itself, I guess. So much for the smudges on the conference room glass.

Next we clean every last window on those same five floors. It’s truly backbreaking work, and I have to constantly switch the hand that I use to scrub with so my arms don’t get too tired. What am I doing? I’m on a clandestine mission to help stop a ruthless dictator and I’m scrubbing windows until they’re so clear you can barely tell they’re windows. It’s quite a different experience to when we took out Tristan’s father.

The day can’t go fast enough, because under boss lady’s scrutiny there’s no hope of learning anything else. And even the stuff I already learned is of no real value; it just supports what I already knew about President Borg Lecter: that he’s a good candidate for a bullet to the head.

Finally, my back aching and my arms sore and my fingers ready to fall off, we’re dismissed for lunch.

On the way out, boss lady stops me. “You know what? Cancel the rest of the day. You’re fired now. You’ll be able to eat lunch but not di

I don’t respond, just walk away, my muscles tight from the cleaning and anger. And frustration. I was right there, a pane of glass and a cracked-open door the only things separating me from him! So freaking close! I screwed up. I should have barged in, taken my chances with any guards that might’ve been inside, gone for Lecter’s jugular with my teeth. I should have sacrificed my own life for the greater good. Tristan might disagree, but only because he cares about me. Now I’m back to square one, the weight of regret on my shoulders.

When I exit into the alley, Lin’s already waiting. “What took you so long?” she says. “I’ve already lost ten minutes of my break.”

“I got fired,” I whisper.

“What?”

“Shh, I don’t want to make a big deal about it.”

As we walk to lunch, I tell her what happened.

“You got that close to Lecter on your first attempt? You are on a mission!” Lin says.

“Shh,” I say, “keep your voice down. I’ve lost my best chance—the chance that I was lucky enough to stumble upon—to get close to him. I messed up, Lin, went for too much, too soon.”

We stop talking for a few minutes as we scan our wrists at a different eatery than yesterday. Inside, it looks the same. The same food, the same guards in the corners, the same bored, expressionless citizens sitting and eating, barely talking. It’s really starting to creep me out. These people have lost the will to live.

“So what’s your next move?” Lin whispers when we sit down. A purple rectangle stares up at me from my plate. I mash it with my fork, mix it in with the yellow and green ones on either side. Maybe together they’ll taste better than apart. I take a bite.

Blech. Maybe not.

I ponder Lin’s question. It’s just a setback, not failure. I’ve still got options and my identity is still secure, which is the most important thing. But clearly I’m ru

“Where does Lecter live?” I ask.

~~~

Lin insists on sharing her di

“No,” Avery and I say at the exact same time.

“Why not?” Lin says. “I’ve been helpful so far, haven’t I?”

“You have,” I say. “But there’s a curfew?”

She nods.

“And they check that everyone’s where they’re supposed to be using their chips?”

Another nod. Avery’s nodding along with his niece, apparently in complete agreement with where I’m going with this.

“So you’ll be caught before you get half a block. The Enforcers will Taser you and haul you away.”