Fuse (Pure Trilogy 2) by Baggott Julianna

Author:Baggott, Julianna [Baggott, Julianna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780755385553
Publisher: Headline
Published: 2013-02-12T00:00:00+00:00

PRESSIA

DREAM

BRADWELL IS ASLEEP and Fignan is resting by the small heater, soaking up energy, but Pressia is working on the spiders. Each was created with incredible explosives. She’s taken them apart and reworked them into small hand grenades. She’s written instructions on a new stone and has built three prototypes.

In the morning they’ll head out, following the maps in Hastings’ head, to find the airship. But she wanted to leave these instructions behind. The lawn of what used to be the boarding school is crammed with tents, filled with people who, with proper education, can take all the robotic spiders dislodged from survivors’ bodies and produce a lot of these munitions. Why not put them to work? Plus, she was having trouble sleeping, so she put herself to work too.

Bradwell thought El Capitan and Helmud should stay, and El Capitan thought Bradwell should. Just before El Capitan and Helmud left with Hastings for the night, they fought about it.

“They need you to be here in charge,” Bradwell told him.

“You could play that role. You’re not healthy enough for this trip.”

“I’m not sitting this out.”

“Neither am I,” El Capitan said.

“Neither am I,” Helmud echoed.

“If you find that airship, you’re going to need a pilot,” El Capitan told Bradwell.

“A pilot,” Helmud said, some surprise in his voice.

“My father got a psych discharge from the air force and disappeared,” El Capitan said, “but I spent my childhood learning everything I could about flight and playing those simulators. I don’t have a single memory of my father, but I know we’ve got two things in common. Flying and being crazy.”

“Crazy,” Helmud said.

“A crazy pilot? That’s not exactly optimal,” Bradwell muttered.

“Seriously,” Pressia said, “what are the chances that the airship is going to work like an old flight simulator you played as a kid anyway?”

But El Capitan refused to listen. “Better to have someone who knows something about flying. It’d be a shame to find the airship and not know the starboard from the aft. Maybe Fignan will help too. As copilot.” Fignan whirled his lights proudly.

As El Capitan said good night and started walking Hastings up to the dormitories, Bradwell yelled to him from the cottage door, “So we all head out together! See you in the morning!”

El Capitan just waved a surrender without looking back, and that was that.

Pressia stands up, stretches her back, and runs over the things in her bag again. She unwraps the swaddled vials, lays them on the table, and holds each of them up, one by one, catching the light. They swirl, bright and amber. She can’t help but think of her mother—a scientist, a brilliant one. But what good did her mother’s logical mind do her? Ivan Novikov kissed her. They were likely dating when he died. Somehow, maybe playing on her grief, Willux—Ivan’s murderer—won her over and she married him. Did she figure out, as Walrond eventually did, that Willux killed Ivan? Maybe that’s what led her to Imanaka, Pressia’s father. Pressia is sure of one thing: Her mother didn’t always do what was rational and logical.

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