Awakening (22 page)

Caitlyn couldn’t help but notice Declan’s jaw clench in smallest fraction; he was obviously displeased by this request.

“Anything further?” Monroe asked.

“Nothing. Just that request.”

Monroe turned to the two of them. “And does the Trust agree with this request?”

Derrick examined a binder that was in front of him, not even looking up to respond. “We require more information at this time.”

Monroe looked bored as if he had heard this response before. “Anything else?”

“No.”

“Fine. We will open up the discussion to the first order of business. Cine Tofa, please advise of your request regarding recruiting borders.”

Sienna stood up. “As you know, the Trust still holds two-thirds of the North American continent. The Cine Tofa's numbers have tripled over the past ten years. We are to request that the Cine Tofa take over another quarter of the land for recruiting purposes.”

Declan laughed coldly. “What? You want another fourth of the land. Inconceivable.”

Sierra glared at him. “Our recruitment levels are not where they should be at. In the Treaty of 1993, it was agreed that the Cine Tofa had equal rights to training of Actuals. I do not see what is so irrational about our argument.”

“The irrational part is you are only taking into account Geological Location. You may only have one third of the land, but you have a large of number of populous cities. Your sheer numbers that are available for recruitment are larger than our own. Add to that the ease in which you can recruit versus the Trust, and you can see the clear advantages.”

Monroe turned to Henry. “Where is it that you would like to expand to?”

Henry hit a button and a display appeared before them. A Map of the North American Continent appeared. It was divided into three sections. The next part he stated for Caitlyn’s benefit. “The Orange is Trust land, the Green is Cine Tofa.”

“And the Purple?”

“Those are the neutral lands. They are mostly dead zones where there have not been large amounts of Actuals that are there. Mostly it is comprised of people that wish to be free from either influence and wish to live a more normal life. However, recruiting there can be done on either side.”

Henry then produced another map. Where in the first map, the Orange took up the Midwest, Northeast, and majority of the South, the new map had the Cine Tofa taking over large sections of the Midwest and Texas. Declan pressed his lips together again as he looked at the new map.

Derrick laughed. “Chicago and Texas? There is no way that we will agree to that.”

Sierra surprisingly ignored the two men and focused on Caitlyn. “Chicago has typically had a lot of recruits from the Trust that have made the decision to switch to the Cine Tofa. By our numbers, sixty percent of your recruits have switched to us there.”

Caitlyn knew she was not supposed to talk, but she could not help it. There was something about this woman that immediately got under her skin. “Sixty percent? And exactly, if the Trust has been exclusively recruiting there, were you able to ascertain that it is sixty percent? Exactly who are you getting this information from? Surely, you wouldn’t be so brazen to have planted a spy within the Trust now would you?”

Sierra narrowed her eyes at the young woman. Caitlyn was sure she did not expect her to talk back. “We have our methods.”

The room was silent for a few minutes as Declan and Derrick poured over the maps, clearly having an internal conversation about what the Cine Tofa was requesting. Occasionally, one of them would shake their head no, or make a hand gesture, but the room was quiet otherwise. Sierra and Henry just stared straight ahead at them, occasionally blinking. Monroe was making notes to himself, waiting patiently for the Trust to speak again.

Derrick finally spoke up. “We do not agree to these terms. What other requests do you have?”

Sierra and Henry smirked at each other as if expecting that response. “The Cine Tofa would like the Leabhar.”

Declan’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. In a low voice, he muttered. “Never.”

Caitlyn was perplexed. Neither Garrett nor Declan had ever mentioned the Leabhar, but based on Declan’s reaction, she knew that it was something of great importance.

Derrick spoke up next, his face never portraying anything but the utmost calm. “That will never be up for negotiation.”

Monroe coughed lightly, bringing the attention back to him. “Henry, Sierra, is there anything else you would like to request?”

Henry turned to the arbitrator. “Yes. We would like Brida’s Formula.”

Derrick laughed. “Brida’s formula?”

Henry’s icy stare let everyone know in the room that the Cine Tofa were most serious in their request. Declan threw his hands up, speaking directly to Monroe. “Is this how this arbitration is supposed to go? They are going to ask for something unreasonable, something that is completely unattainable, and then something that does not even exist? I do not even know why we are wasting our time here.”

Monroe sighed. “As you are well aware, they have a right to make any request they want. Are there any other things that the Cine Tofa might like to negotiate for?”

Henry and Sierra shook their head no, an air of smugness surrounding them. Monroe looked back at the Trust end. “Would you like to counter offer at this time?”

Derrick shook his head. “If it pleases you, Arbitrator, we ask that this session be resumed at noon tomorrow so I may confer with my colleges regarding these…
requests.
”

Monroe bowed his head. “Of course. This session will resume at twelve pm central standard time. May you all have a good evening.”

The three of them made their way back to the lodge in relative silence. Once they were securely in their building, Declan spoke out loud, rage in his voice. “A mockery! The Cine Tofa is making this a mockery! They never had any intent of letting the hostages go.”

Derrick placed a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Declan.”

“Why should I calm down? DiMartino and Smith are holed up with a couple of no-good Inquisitors right this minute being tortured. You know as well as I do that the Cine Tofa is much less ethical when it comes to the use of their Inquisitors.”

Derrick sighed. Caitlyn found his demeanor comforting. “Yes, we know. At the end of this arbitration, they will be freed. But right now we need to focus.” He glanced at the clock. “Listen, why don’t I go get us all some take out and then when I come back, we can discuss strategy. I think cooler heads will prevail when we all have some food in us.”

As the door shut behind him, Declan ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “The Cine Tofa have had some obnoxious requests before, but this… this is just ridiculous.”

“Declan, what is the Leabhar and Brida’s Formula?”

“I am surprised that Garrett did not go over the Leabhar with you.” He sat down at the counter, grabbing a bottle of whiskey sitting nearby and pouring himself a glass. He raised an empty glass and pointed it questionably at her.

Caitlyn figured what the hell. “Sure. Why not?”

He poured some in the tumbler and slid it over to her. “The Leabhar is Gaelic for ‘the book.’ It is the oldest document that we have regarding our history, our beginning. The books entries span over centuries, detailing different abilities and struggles within our society. The keeper of the books job is to record everything in an unbiased way. When there is a new ability that is revealed, the keeper notes it and tries to keep information on how that person performs that ability. I suspect that in the next few months, the keeper will contact you regarding your teleportation ability. When the Cine Tofa separated from the Trust in the eighties, they lost access to the Leabhar. We naturally assumed that they began to use a copy of the Leabhar and update with their own entries, but they do not know our unique talents that have arisen over the past thirty years.”

“So they want to assess what the Trust is capable of?”

“Yes and no. The Leabhar is one of our most important documents. Basically, it’s like they are asking for the Declaration of Independence. It’s something we would never give.”

Caitlyn understood. She would perhaps like to study this document herself at some point. She knocked back her whiskey, placing the empty glass on the counter. “And what about Brida’s formula?”

Declan laughed, grabbing it from her and refilling it. “It’s an urban myth. The mythology behind Brida’s formula began in the late nineties. According to this legend, one of our scientists, Francine Brida, developed this injection that would enhance an Actual’s natural abilities or begin the awakening process sooner in a Potential. But the formula does not exist.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. “Well, most urban legends are usually based on a grain of truth.”

“You are right. Dr. Brida did try to develop a formula that could do that. It did not work and failed after multiple attempts. The formula itself is no longer even in existence; when she failed on such a huge level, she destroyed all evidence of the experiment. Anyways, word spread about this experiment and it somehow changed into we had this super injection. If we did, we would have all these super Actuals around us.” Declan laughed to himself slightly.

“What?”

Declan laughed harder. “I had forgotten this until now, but I had overheard someone at the Gala suggest that you were shot with Brida’s formula.”

Caitlyn could not help but laugh herself. “Could you imagine?”

Declan tipped back the rest of his liquor. “You would be fearsome. Not that you are not now.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right. I am completely fearsome. All be afraid of Caitlyn Young.”

Derrick arrived a few minutes later with Chinese food in one hand and rolled up Maps in the other. Caitlyn grabbed a container of Beef with Broccoli and plopped down on the floor, spreading the maps in front of her. The various maps showed everything from the recruiting land shifts of the past thirty years to information regarding the Trust’s recruiting stats over the past fifty years. She looked at them with keen interest as Declan and Derrick talked at the table.

“We cannot give them more land, Derrick.”

Derrick waved a chopstick in his hand. “You knew that it might be a possibility, Declan. We have to give them something.”

“Well, what if we offer them changes in trading rights?”

Derrick shook his head. “They are not going to agree to that. The trading rights were already being reviewed by a board as per the 2011 treaty; they would be giving us something for nothing in their opinion.”

“What about offering them the release of one of their spies?”

Caitlyn perked up in interest. That would explain Garrett’s recent disappearances for extended periods. Derrick again, shook his head. “I do not want to offer that to them. As it is, I know that is what they are hoping for, but they are not willing to even acknowledge spies on their end. They are waiting for us to offer the releases so they can push for more. I’ll mention to Monroe that we are interested in a possible release, but will not offer it out on the table flatly. That will need to come from Monroe’s mouth directly as a judgment, not from ours.”

“I will not give them Texas or Chicago. Texas has been a large recruiting area for us.”

“They will not accept if we give them other lands.”

Caitlyn interrupted. “Why don’t you give them half of Texas? Derrick, does the Cine Tofa have access to the maps in front of me?”

His brow furrowed. “Not most of them. Those I brought with me.”

“Well,” She lifted up the map of the recruiting history and placed it on the countertop in front of them. “Texas seems quite unique. To the outside observer, it is a boon for recruiting. However, if I am reading this map correctly, it is fairly deceiving. Austin, Houston, and El Paso used to be meccas for potentials, however, over the past two decades, those numbers have dwindled significantly, and instead, Fort Worth, Dallas, and Arlington numbers have all been on the rise. On this map-”

Caitlyn grabbed another map from the floor. “It shows the current potentials. While we would lose some in the Houston and Austin areas, it’s not a significant number. Besides, you need to look at the larger picture.”

Declan was interested in where she was going with this. “The bigger picture?”

“Yes. In several years, these recruiting treaties are going to be obsolete anyways. When there are so many people waking, the Cine Tofa is going to go public at that point and the Trust will need to as well. And then the Potentials will be able to make up their own minds, if they choose sides at all.”

Derrick chewed methodically before looking at Declan. “She has a very valid point.”

Declan frowned. “I still don’t like it. What if the treaty upholds somehow through it? Then we permanently lose that land. But… what other choices do we have?”

They stayed up into the wee hours of the night discussing alternative options, weighing the pros and cons. Caitlyn was impressed at how thorough the both of them were and how dedicated they were. Finally, they glanced at the clock, seeing it was two am in the morning.

Derrick stretched his arms and yawned loudly. “Well kids, I think it is time to go to bed.”

Caitlyn agreed. She said goodnight to them both and walked in her room. She changed and climbed into bed, closing her eyes, willing sleep to come. It would not. Finally, after an hour of tossing and turning, she tossed the blankets back and padded softly out to the living room, hoping that maybe a cup of tea from the kitchen would calm her.

She observed that she was not the only one who could not sleep. Declan’s figure, now clad in flannel pajama bottoms and a gray shirt, shone in the moonlight staring out the window.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?”
His voice sounded almost far away in her head.

She walked over next to him, watching the moonlight casting its glow on the land outside.
“No. I tried, but just found myself tossing and turning.”

He turned to her.
“I can never sleep the night before. I always try, and it always alludes me. I think its nerves, and I cannot get my mind to shut off.”