Broken Worlds Super Boxset (45 page)

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Dr. Carlson was just how Daniel remembered him: undeniably obnoxious. The two of them had spent the last three hours in a car together on their way through rush-hour traffic to meet with one of Dr. Carlson’s colleagues.

Daniel did have to admit he was slightly impressed that Dr. Carlson had managed to secure a facility to restart his work. Which was primarily why Daniel was there in the first place.

Smith had exhausted all of his funds for the first venture and was being watched like a hawk by the authorities for any unfavorable conduct. Daniel agreed to provide funding for Dr. Carlson’s work through one of his old companies he still held stock in. It was enough capital for the first few months, renovations, and a down payment on the property until the plant was operational and self-sustaining enough to start drawing a profit. He was hoping that it would be a good investment in more ways than one.

“So you’ve already met with him?” Daniel asked.

“Yes. It was… productive,” Dr. Carlson answered.

“And you trust him?”

“I trust him to do what’s right for science.”

“That’s all we are to you people, aren’t we? Just lab rats.”

“Oh, no. Of course not. Lab rats are much easier to control. You’re more like a less-sophisticated chimpanzee that stumbled across a fancy suit.”

The rest of the trip was in silence. Whatever Smith saw in that man was beyond Daniel’s patience. Everything was riding on Dr. Carlson’s ability to produce fresh water. If he couldn’t do that, then Daniel’s money, Smith’s influence, and the surviving American citizens’ struggle in the Southwest would be for nothing. He didn’t appreciate Dr. Carlson’s lackadaisical attitude toward their efforts.

The driver came to a stop just outside a gate that surrounded a small building with docks stretched out into the bay.

“What is this, a marina?” Daniel asked.

“Used to be. Hopefully this is where we’ll be setting up shop. As long as you can close the deal,” Dr. Carlson answered.

The ground was covered in bird droppings, and the smell that rose from the effects of guano having been baked in the sun for the past several weeks stung Daniel’s nostrils. Most of the building’s windows were broken, and he couldn’t help but think of the number of birds that might have gotten inside and the presents they’d left behind. Another car pulled up beside them, and Dr. Carlson went over to greet the new arrivals. Two men stepped out, one of them more excited to see Dr. Carlson than the other.

“Craig!” Dr. Carlson said, wrapping the man in a hug. “Thanks for coming, old friend.”

“Happy to be here.”

“Daniel, this is Dr. Craig Barley. One of the best structural engineers I’ve ever met. Craig, this is Congressman Daniel Hunter.”

Craig was a small man. Daniel had known shorter guys in college, but they had been fairly well-built men. Craig looked like a slight wind would knock him over.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Congressman,” Craig said, shaking Daniel’s hand enthusiastically.

“Likewise.”

The other man that got out of the car with Craig was the polar opposite. He was tall, wide around the waist, and sported a thick red beard and a pair of dark eyes that looked like they would set Dr. Carlson on fire if they could.

“And this is Dr. Frank Turney,” Dr. Carlson said. “One of the brightest physicists of the century.”

“Except for you. Right, Edwin?” Frank replied, deadpan.

“Too kind, Frank. You’re… too kind.”

Daniel didn’t bother extending his hand to Frank, who wore an expression that suggested he might not get it back if he did. Frank simply walked up to the gate and unlocked it.

“Are you the owner?” Daniel asked.

“No, but I know him. He’s willing to sell if the price is right,” Frank answered.

“Well, I hope he’s reasonable.”

The gate scraped across the bird shit, and Daniel took a hesitant first step onto the property. Frank took the lead, with the rest of them in tow.

Just as Daniel had predicted, the inside of the building was just as bad as the outside. The birds had had their way with everything, and most of the walls were stained with mold and mildew.

“I know it looks bad, but it meets all the requirements on our checklist. Size, structure, proximity to the ocean, and surrounding infrastructure,” Dr. Carlson said.

“And how much is this picture-perfect real estate going for?” Daniel asked.

“Well, that’s where it gets a little—”

“Four million,” Frank answered, cutting Dr. Carlson off.

“Excuse me?” Daniel asked.

“That’s the asking price,” Frank answered.

“No. I’m not pouring four million into this dump. I’d be willing to pay a tenth of that.”

“I’m afraid the price is nonnegotiable.”

“Then I’m afraid we’re going to look elsewhere.”

“Daniel, wait!” Dr. Carlson said running after him. Dr. Carlson grabbed his arm and jumped in front of him. “Listen. We need this spot.”

“Carlson, I don’t have that kind of money. And even if I did, we would be getting ripped off. And we would still need enough funds for materials. This just doesn’t make sense. We’ll find something else.”

“There isn’t anything else. I’ve looked. Every other spot either doesn’t have what we need, or they’re already running a lucrative business that they wouldn’t sell. We don’t have any other choices.”

“Then you better have your friend talk the owner down, because I can’t afford the asking price.”

“Frank! Could you come over here?”

The old factory’s smell was starting to make Daniel feel light-headed. If they were in there long enough, they might get high enough to strike a deal, although he wasn’t sure whose favor it would be in.

“Frank, the price is too much. I mean look at this place,” Dr. Carlson said.

“That’s the asking price,” Frank replied.

“Couldn’t you just try and talk to the owner? See if he’d be willing to come down at all?”

“No.”

It could have been the heat or the smell or the fact that his body was going through alcohol withdrawal after being soaked in whiskey for the past few days, but Daniel was losing his patience.

“Do you know what we’re trying to do? Did Dr. Carlson fill you in at all?” Daniel asked, taking over the conversation.

“I’m aware of the situation,” Frank answered.

“Then you know that if we don’t get this place up and running, this continent will dry up. Even your ice lakes will disappear. We’re running out of water, Dr. Turney, and there won’t be a soul left on this planet to purchase this shitty property if that happens. So why don’t you get on the phone with the owner, and tell him that if he wants to live, then he should bring down the asking price!”

Daniel was panting heavily and out of breath. The deep breaths he drew in just brought in more of the rancid fumes. He started to feel sick. He bent over with his hands on his knees, trying to calm his stomach and clear his head, but it did nothing. He ran out of the factory and moved as far away from it as he could. The more he separated himself from the stench of the factory, the better he felt. He looked behind him, and the factory was a few hundred yards in the distance. He closed his eyes, breathing in and out slowly through his nose and mouth.

This is too much. We can’t do this. Not here. This is too much.

A slight brush of sea air came over him, cooling the beads of sweat on his forehead. For a moment, he forgot where he was. The cool breeze brought him back to his childhood, when his parents would take him to the Carolina coast during the summer. He remembered the heat, the sand, the caked-on sunblock his mother would douse him with. It was the smell of the salt air that he remembered most. He loved that smell.

“Daniel?” Dr. Carlson asked, wheezing from his jog over.

Both Dr. Carlson and Frank had followed him. The two men wore faces of concern.

“I’m sorry, I just… the smell,” Daniel answered.

“You really think this will save us,” Frank said.

“Ask him,” Daniel said, motioning to Dr. Carlson.

“It will work, Frank.”

Frank paused. He took a moment to look back at the factory and then back to Daniel. “All right. Four hundred thousand. But I want profit sharing once everything’s operational.”

“Deal,” Daniel said.

The television in the living room had been on the same channel for the past three hours. The images that flashed on the screen alternated between the two empty podiums and the news anchors filling in the time with their own predictions of how the debate would occur.

Two men and two women, with enough makeup on to hide any sign of age or blemish, went back and forth on the issues at hand. A blonde woman whose hair remained in place no matter how she moved was arguing with an older gentleman whose teeth were as white as his hair.

“You really think that we can sustain a war right now on our own turf against an enemy that has nothing to lose?”

“We have to play to our strengths, and despite the decline in our military, we still have the best fighters in the world.”

“What about Brazil? Their water supplies have made them incredibly wealthy. They could start investing that money in weapons. And China has been a threat for years.”

“China’s massive population is causing too much of a problem for them to be able to focus on us. Their people are turning on them, and Brazil is a decade away from posing any kind of military threat. It would do us well to set up an alliance with the Brazilians now.”

The other male on the program chimed in. “You mentioned China’s population turning on its government. What’s to say that can’t happen here?”

The old man smiled. “Hasn’t it already? Have you not seen the news? The rioting about the exile of the Southwest? The water shortages? The war with Mexico? I would say we’re already on the verge of that.”

The blonde woman shook her head. “Those are symptoms. Symptoms of a much larger problem. This debate tonight is not about water or the war or the exile. It’s about the fundamental process of what our country was built on and the preservation of that. Congressman Smith has done everything to try and bring us back from the edge, and all he’s gotten in return are ludicrous allegations of treason, which he was of course cleared of.”

The other woman on the program raised her hands, trying to bring the tension down. “All right, guys. We’re approaching the beginning of the debate. It’s time for predictions. Bob?”

The old man clapped his hands together and rubbed them thoroughly. “I think Smith has an uphill battle. The treason charges really worked against him, and I don’t know if the American people trust him anymore. I’m going Jones.”

“Tim?”

“Jones is too much of a seasoned veteran. He’s been around Washington for a very long time. This guy doesn’t lose.”

“Kathy?”

“Smith. I think he’ll be prepared, and the American people will forgive him once they see the type of plan he has laid out. Jones doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Well, there you have it. No matter who our experts are rooting for, it’s going to be a heated debate, and from what I’ve heard so far, it’s going to be close.”

The panel of experts was replaced by an advertisement that pictured a family picnicking in a green field of grass. The scene was sunny, with blue skies, and each face was smiling. In the center of the picnic sat a jug of water, from which the son of the make-believe family poured himself a crystal-clear glass. The boy took a sip and smiled. Then the words “Keeping your family’s water safe for over one hundred years” appeared on the screen. The logo of the Strydent Chemical Company flashed on the screen, then the television switched to another commercial.

All of the color from Amy’s face had drained away. Her hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting in her lap. Her eyes were glued to the television. Brooke took her hand and placed it over her sister’s. Amy looked up at her and tried to smile.

“Have you heard from Daniel?” Brooke asked.

“No.”

Amy spoke softly. Brooke thought that her sister’s voice would break if she spoke too loud. Brooke squeezed Amy’s hand.

“It’s going to be okay,” Brooke said. “Smith is going to wipe the floor with this guy, and afterward, everyone will see what this Jones character really is.”

“Right.”

A few thumps sounded from above, followed by laughs and giggles.

“Hey, be careful up there,” Brooke yelled.

A unified “sorry” echoed from Brooke and Amy’s daughters. Amy continued to watch the commercials with focused concentration.

“I’m going to check on the boys,” Brooke said.

Amy nodded, and Brooke gave her sister a kiss on the side of her head. “I love you.” The only response Brooke received was a faint sniffle. She walked toward the back of the house, where John and Kevin had disappeared. Through the back-door window, she could see the two of them in the yard with their backs turned to her. Both their heads were down, looking at something.

“Hey,” Brooke said, opening the door. “What are you two doing?”

John and Kevin turned around a little too quickly. John kept his hands behind his back.

“Nothing,” John answered.

“What do you have, John?” Brooke asked. The two of them looked like deer frozen in headlights. “C’mon. Give it here,” Brooke said.

John pulled his hand from behind his back and opened his palm, which held Brooke’s loaded revolver. Brooke stepped forward and grabbed the pistol carefully out of John’s hand.

“What are you doing with this?” Brooke asked harshly. “This isn’t a toy!”

“Kevin had never seen one. We weren’t going to shoot it,” John answered.

“Don’t tell my mom,” Kevin said, quickly.

“Your mother has enough on her plate without having to worry about this. Now go back inside and check on her. The debate’s starting soon anyway,” Brooke said.

Kevin headed back inside with his head down, shuffling his feet. John attempted to sneak away with him, but Brooke grabbed his arm. “You hold up a minute.”

“Mom, look, I’m sorry, okay? I told you we weren’t going to shoot it.”

“John, you shouldn’t have shown your cousin this.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s younger than you are, and he’s never had any firearm training. And you’re no expert yourself, either.”

“I know how to use it. You don’t think I can handle it? What have I been doing for the past week, Mom? Have I not been able to keep it together?”

John’s voice rose. His face flushed red. He seemed taller to Brooke. She hadn’t noticed it until now, but it seemed like he’d shot up a few inches out of nowhere. She felt like she was looking up at him.

“You’re right,” Brooke answered. “I’m sorry. It’s just… with everything that’s happened, I don’t want you to lose the part of yourself that is most important. You’ve grown up a lot, and I just don’t want it to happen too fast. You’ve got a lot ahead of you, so just cool it with the guns. Try talking about girls for a bit.”

“Mom,” John responded, a little exasperated.

Brooke laughed. “Go inside. Make sure Eric’s still alive.”

Brooke gave John a push as he headed back inside. She watched him disappear down the hallway through the back-door window and then turn to climb the stairs. Once John was out of sight, she looked back down at the revolver in her hand. Brooke knew things would be different moving forward, regardless of what happened with everything else. No matter what road they traveled down, she couldn’t make John unsee everything that had happened.

One of her biggest fears would be to have John experience the same foreign feeling that Brooke felt in that house. She didn’t want him to be like her. She didn’t want him to feel like there wasn’t any safe place left. She didn’t want him to have his guard up all the time. He needed to be a teenager, not a fugitive in hiding. Brooke just wasn’t sure if she’d be able to join her family in that normalcy.