Agent Gemini by Lilith Saintcrow

Author:Lilith Saintcrow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-09-05T04:00:00+00:00

Part Three: Caldwell’s Revenge

Trinity returned to Felicitas with a band of monsoon rains. The headache returned, too, building between her temples. The only trouble with milk shakes was calculating the likelihood of tooth decay from the sugar—she wasn’t sure if the virus kept that at bay.

Flash flooding filled the arroyos with foaming brown tea, heavy silver curtains drumming on roofs. Delivery vehicles wallowed through sheets of water. Soaked to the bone, little curls of steam rising as her body hiked temperature to keep her at peak efficiency, Trinity clung to the top of the semi’s rattling trailer. Normally every delivery truck coming through would be examined by dogs and the watchtowers on either side of the gate would have a clear view of the trailer’s top. However, predawn in the pouring rain, her glands buttoned down and water blurring whatever tiny threads of scent remained, she was safe enough from the canines. It was the watchtowers she had felt a little unease over, but their glaring searchlight-eyes didn’t switch on. It was only the 4:00 a.m. delivery, the same one that happened every Monday-Wednesday-Friday. Since the delivery driver always stopped to fuel his rig at a certain station outside Felicitas, it was simply a question of waiting for the right moment to clamber atop the truck, clamping the magsol pads down and lashing herself to them. The resultant short ride to the installation was cold and uncomfortable, but well within Trinity’s tolerances.

Last time she’d simply cut a hole in the electrified fencing, taking care not to short the circuit, and slid through. Repeating such a method was inadvisable.

Her current plan held a great deal of risk, but time constraints loomed. Above all, she had to be in and away before Cal—Eight could think to search for her here. He had taken the news of her perfidy rather calmly, all things considered, but Trinity could not calculate if it was the calm of shock or a more durable disengagement from anger.

In the end, it didn’t matter. She should stop thinking about it and concentrate on the current mission. Once she was far enough inside the base, she could dissolve one of her few remaining pills and the sweet, cold clarity would fold over her. After she extracted what she wanted, there was no reason to stay in this part of the country anymore.

Thinking about the pills was bad, because the word placebo kept rising from dark corners of her brain, and that was uncomfortable. Much better to use any tool at hand to maximize her efficiency and worry about such things later.

When she was in the woods. If she ever reached them. I want to see the forest before I die. An irrational compulsion, to be sure, deconstruction proceeding, but at least she was moving.

The gate, a pane of chain-link topped with razor wire, moved sideways; the driver yelled a cheerful platitude to the gate guard, who replied in kind. More of the small talk Eight was so good at.

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