Earth Awakens (The First Formic War) (37 page)

Bingwen didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged again. “Sometimes I think maybe Mother wasn’t in the factory. I tell myself maybe she had gone home for something. Maybe she felt ill that day. And then I think Father would have gone home, too, because if Mother was sick, he would not want her to be alone. That’s Father’s way. And then I think about Longwei and Qingshan and Yusheng, and about how they were always running off and getting into trouble, and maybe they skipped work that day, too. And then I think, if I had just gone home, if I had taken Niro home instead of running away, we would have found everyone there waiting for us.”

She shook her head and was quiet a moment. “I’m sorry that you’re sure about your parents, Bingwen. But at least you’re sure. At least you know.”

She was too young to have to think this way, Bingwen thought. They were all too young.

“You don’t have to go north, Pipo. No one’s going to force you. I only wanted to get you and Niro to a safer place. If you want stay in Claw, just say the word.”

“We’ll go,” said Pipo. “I only wish all of my family was going with us.”

She climbed down from the top bunk and crawled up into the bed next to Niro.

Bingwen lay back on his mattress and stared up at the ceiling. He had never slept on a bed before—back home he had enjoyed a thin foam mattress on the floor and nothing more. This was like a hundred of those stacked on top of each other. Yet soft as it was, it wasn’t until much later, long after he heard Pipo breathing slow to the rhythm of sleep, that Bingwen was able to relax his mind enough to drift off as well.

In his dreams, the factory burned and the skeletons danced and the flames rose up and licked the sun.

*   *   *

After breakfast, Bingwen led Niro and Pipo to the elevator where Mazer had said to meet them. To Bingwen’s surprise all of the MOPs had come to see him off.

“Nice uniform,” said Deen. “I suspect we’ll see some stars on that in the near future.”

“Years from now,” said ZZ. “When he turns ten.”

They all laughed.

Cocktail took a knee, tousled Bingwen’s hair, and said, “When Captain O’Toole finally comes to his senses and realizes he’s too old to be leading us, we’ll give you a call, Bing.”

“I’m too old already,” said Wit. “You can have the job now if you want it, Bing. Although I think you’re too smart to take it.”

“School first,” said Bingwen. “Then I’ll come back and whip your butt into shape, Cocktail.”

Everyone laughed and patted him on the back and wished him well. When Bingwen stepped into the elevator with Shenzu and Pipo and Niro beside him, Bingwen realized he was actually excited. It wasn’t until the doors were closing that he realized he hadn’t said a word to Mazer. He met Mazer’s eyes at the last moment, and then the doors were shut and the elevator was ascending at a high speed. He wanted to tell Shenzu to stop the thing, to go back, to give him another moment, but it was too late.

“The transport will take you to Chenzhou,” said Captain Shenzu. “From there you’ll catch a train there to Wuhan. That’s where the three of you will part ways. All of your documentation is on this.” He handed Bingwen a wrist pad. It wasn’t small enough for a child, but it was smaller than the typical adult size. Bingwen snapped it on his wrist and tightened the strap as far it would go.

“You won’t be traveling alone,” said Shenzu. “An officer is headed that way. He’ll escort you.”

The elevator stopped, and they stepped out into a small room with tight-fitting biosuits hanging on hooks along the walls. A closed airlock door was in front of them. Shenzu grabbed three child-sized biosuits and passed them out. “Slip these on over your jumpsuits. You’ll only need to wear these until you get to Chenzhou.”

Bingwen stepped into his suit and sealed up the front. “Why do you have our size, by the way? I thought this was a military facility.”

“It was designed to protect senior Party members and their families,” said Shenzu, “including their young children.” Shenzu sealed his own suit tight then checked each of theirs. Then he crossed the room and opened the airlock. Bright sunlight poured in, and Bingwen raised an arm to shield his eyes. A small landing pad was before them, cut into the side of the mountain, several hundred feet up. A Formic transport was parked there. When the children saw it they recoiled.

“It’s all right,” said Shenzu. “This one is ours. We stole it and figured out how to fly it. It will take you to Chenzhou.”

Three members of the crew were outside in their biosuits conducting preflight checks.

“Can I sit up front with the pilot?” asked Niro.

Pipo tugged on his hand and shushed him. “Don’t ask questions. We sit where we’re told.”

Shenzu opened the door and helped them inside. Human seats with safety harnesses had been bolted to the floor. Someone in a biosuit was already buckled into the jump seat opposite Bingwen. It wasn’t until Bingwen had snapped his own harness and the door was closed that he got a good look at the man in front of him. It took Bingwen a second to place the face. With a sickening feeling in his stomach he realized it was Lieutenant Li, the officer who had come in the truck to take the MOPs to Dragon’s Den, the lieutenant who had wanted to leave Bingwen behind out of spite, the idiot who had insisted they leave their weapons in the cab of the truck.

A mudbrain.

Great, thought Bingwen. This should be a pleasant flight.

He smiled and extended a gloved hand. “Hi. I’m Bingwen. I don’t think we officially met before. Thank you for giving us a lift that day.”

The lieutenant looked at the hand as if it were gangrenous. “Fifty demerits,” he said, tapping a note onto his wrist pad.

“Excuse me?” said Bingwen.

“For improperly addressing a senior officer. You are in the Chinese military now, boy. That means you follow protocol. You don’t thrust your hand at someone unless it’s holding a knife and you plan to use it. I am your senior officer. You will therefore always address me as ‘sir’ and ‘Lieutenant Li.’”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you not hear what I said?” snapped Li. “Are you deaf as well as ignorant? I said you will address me as ‘sir’
and
‘Lieutenant Li.’”

“Yes sir, Lieutenant Li, sir. My apologies. I didn’t know the protocol.”

“Fifty demerits,” said Li, making another note on his wrist pad. “You do not run your mouth whenever you choose, boy. This is not the schoolyard. You will speak when asked a direct question or when given permission.” He shook his head. “They told me you were intelligent. I see already that they were mistaken. You are not fit for the school they’re sending you to. You have the aptitude of a cow. Isn’t that right, boy?”

“That is correct, Lieutenant Li, sir.”

Bingwen had to practically spit the words out they sounded so unnatural and awkward to his ears. Is this what he had signed up for? Was this what awaited him in the military once he graduated? Toads like this guy?

The flight crew had climbed into the cockpit. They continued their preflight check and then lifted off. Bingwen’s stomach roiled as they dropped from the mountain and headed north.

“May I ask a question, Lieutenant Li, sir?” asked Bingwen.

Li rolled his eyes. “The correct inquiry is, ‘Permission to pose a question, Lieutenant Li, sir.’”

“Permission to pose a question, Lieutenant Li, sir.”

“What?”

“Will you be escorting us all the way to Wuhan, Lieutenant Li, sir?” asked Bingwen. “Or will we get a different escort at Chenzhou?”

The corner of Li’s mouth curled up into a grin. “I am more than your escort, boy. I am not getting off at Chenzhou or Wuhan. I’m going with you all the way. I am your new teacher.”

CHAPTER 19

Despoina

Lem walked out of his office and shouted loud enough for everyone in the warehouse to hear him. “Can I have everyone’s attention please!” The workers all stopped what they were doing. Welding visors were raised, saws were cut off and silenced. Twelve cocoons occupied the floor space. Their main body and propulsion system had been built in the Juke production facility, but once they were finished there, Lem had brought them here to be camouflaged. Benyawe had suggested it.

“Let the team here contribute,” she had said. “Let Victor and Imala show them how it’s done. It will boost morale. We all go home and watch the vids of what’s happening in China, and it eats us up. We feel helpless. The shatter boxes are well into production. The ships in the shield have been outfitted. We’re not doing much right now. Put us to work, and you’ll win some much needed popularity points.”

She had been right. The mood in the warehouse in the past few days had improved dramatically. People were smiling, joking. Instead of giving Lem the cold shoulder, they were greeting him and including him in conversations. Two people had even thanked him.

“I just heard from Captain Wit O’Toole of the Mobile Operations Team,” said Lem. “We have our strike team. We are a go, people.”

They cheered. They embraced. They applauded.

No, they weren’t just applauding. They were applauding
him.
He smiled, raised a hand, pumped a fist. They cheered louder. It was glorious.

He couldn’t bask in it, though. He raised a hand for silence. They quieted. “This is good news, yes. But we’ve still got work to do. Let’s keep at it. The faster we finish these cocoons, the faster we can kick the Formics’ asses.”

Oh how they cheered at that, as he knew they would.

He gave another wave, retreated back into his office, and closed the door.

He wanted to tell someone. He shouldn’t call Des. He needed to begin to distance himself from her. She was getting too attached.

She answered her personal wrist pad on the fifth chime, and her face appeared on his wall screen. “Why are you calling me here?” she said quietly.

“Are you at your desk?”

“I stepped away to answer. I thought we agreed for you not to contact me at the office.”

He shrugged. “We checked your wrist pad. It’s not being tapped. I couldn’t wait to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

He told her. She was giddy. “I knew it. I knew you could do this.”

“We haven’t done anything yet. Chances of this thing succeeding are still one in a thousand.”

“Not with you leading it.”

“I won’t be leading it. Victor is.”

“You’re outfitting him. You’re the general, he’s the field commander. How are you getting them out of China?”

“The Chinese military is helping. They’ve confiscated a few Formic transports and retrofitted them for human flight. They’ll fly them out of the country in twelve hours. Then they’ll catch a shuttle to Luna in Kokkola.”

“Where’s that?”

“Finland.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Someone had turned on music out in the warehouse. It sounded like a party was heating up.

“Will I see you tonight?” she asked.

He shouldn’t see her. Sooner or later they’d be discovered. It had been nice to have a little company, but there was no need to string her along. That would be cruel.

He must have still been high on adrenaline and endorphins because he said, “There’s an Italian restaurant in the East Side called La Bella Luna. Meet me there three hours from now.”

“But that’s a public place.”

“Come hungry,” he said. “Their house lasagna may be the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

He disconnected and went out into the warehouse. He didn’t know the song, but he didn’t care. He took Dr. Benyawe by the hand, spun her once, and then led her onto the floor with the others. He had never tried dancing in Luna’s low gravity, but apparently Benyawe had. Lem could barely keep up with her.

*   *   *

“Not much for dancing?” asked Imala.

Victor looked up from the terminal screen in the dusty storage room he had been using as an office. “I’m rewatching the vids from inside the ship. When the Formics cut open that pilot.”

Imala made a face and came in and sat on a box. “Why look at that again?”

Victor turned back to the screen. “I don’t understand it, Imala. They eviscerate him and then dig around inside him as if looking for something.”

“Maybe they’re not looking for anything. Maybe they’re reaching in to make sure his heart has stopped beating.”

“Maybe.”

“You can’t find meaning in this, Vico. There might not
be
meaning, not that a human mind can understand anyway.”

“What’s inside the human abdominal cavity?”

“You’re not giving up on this, are you?”

“Come on. You went to college. What’s inside a man in this region?” He drew a circle in the air above his stomach.

“I don’t know. Your large and small intestines mostly.”

“What else?”

“Higher up you’ve got your stomach, liver, duodenum—”

“What’s a duodenum?”

“I don’t remember exactly. I only remember the name because it sounds funny.”

“What else?”

“Gallbladder, diaphragm, kidneys, pancreas. Does it matter? If they were looking for one of those things, they would have pulled it out.”

“Good point. The fact that they came out empty-handed suggests they were looking for an organ that wasn’t there.” He considered a moment. “And really, they can’t possibly know our anatomy anyway. Not this quickly. The only anatomy they truly know is their own.”

“You’re saying they were looking for one of
their
organs? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Sure it does,” said Victor. “Maybe they have a critical organ that serves some vital purpose for them, and they want to see if we have it too.”

“Such as?”

Victor shrugged. “Could be anything. Maybe it’s the organ that lets them communicate mind to mind.”

“We don’t know for certain that they do that.”

“They communicate somehow, Imala. And it’s certainly not by talking.”

“Has this ever happened before? Has anyone else ever witnessed the Formics do this? Eviscerate people and dig around inside them, I mean.”

“Why?”

“How many Formics would you have to cut open to see if they have kidneys like ours?”

He understood her meaning. If the Formics were looking for an organ, they would only have to look inside one person to see if they found it.