I Am Not Junco Omnibus: Books Four - Six (40 page)

And this is not like any kind of timeshift I've ever experienced. Tier presses himself up against me and we are one as we travel. It's not like taking a step, it's not quick and clean. It's long and filled with heat and heartbeats. His heartbeat thumps against my body. The rhythm of it fills my head, it relaxes me and I press my cheek against his chest and wrap my arms under his wings and back around to his shoulders. We stay that way, entwined in each other's arms, until we are out of the tunnel and back to reality.

"What was that?" I ask, looking up at the soft green of his eyes.

"That, Junco, is how I feel about you."

Chapter Forty-Three

We are definitely in a lab all right. It's filled with avians, bustling about and doing things that look suspiciously like logging a crime scene to me. Cataloging things, analyzing things. It has an atmosphere that says they're trying to put all the pieces of this little puzzle back together.

Annun is over on the far end of the expansive room, past the many genetics stations that are neatly lined up down the center of the lab. He spots me watching him and raises a hand in a half wave, then turns and walks into a room that through the small crack in the door I see has a crowd of white-coated scientists in it.

The leftover technicians.

"This is where Inanna made her mutants and clones, Junco. This is where Irin lived."

"Oh crap." I look around with renewed interest.

"Follow me. Lucan wants you to see everything, so that's what we'll do."

I hesitate, wondering if I really need to see everything. "Maybe—"

Tier takes my hand, squeezes until I look up at him, and the rest of my objection is lost. "You'll be OK, I promise."

A long breath of air escapes before I can stop it. I'm nervous.

"And by the way, Snowbird?"

My eyes are searching the room, scanning, and looking for horrifying things. When Tier doesn't continue his thought, I snap back to him. "What?"

"Thank you for not saying shit."

I laugh before I can stop myself. "You know, it's hardly fair that you get to cuss all you want and I'm held to some girl standard."

"Since when has life ever been fair? If life were fair I'd have you back on that little habitat and we'd be lazing around in bed, wondering if we'd make it all day with no food or if we have to put clothes on and actually go into town to find some."

"I'd make it all day with no food, I promise."

His mouth twists into a sly grin as he leads me over towards a shadowed hallway.

And that's when I see what's been going on here. The glass rooms are filled with a hazy kind of smoke and I have to press myself up against the window to make out the small shapes lying on the ground inside.

"They gassed them," Tier says in a low whisper. "We did not do this, Junco."

The air scrubbers create a small wind and the thick gas moves in an almost clump-like mist, exposing a pile of children on the floor. The cloud moves up one body and I can make out the pants. A pattern of flowers and suns. I wait, holding my breath, until the gas drifts up over to expose the face.

Mutants.

Dressed up like children.

"They did this in the Stag too," I reply. I stare at the horror a little longer before turning away. "Only I was the one who killed them all back there."

Tier stays where he is as I pass down the line of windows. There are dozens of these little room and all of them are filled with the mutant children.

I keep my back to him as the words come out. "Does that change things for you, Tier?"

I hear him clear his throat and walk towards me as I continue slowly down the hall. "What would change things, Junco?"

"Well, now you know. I'm not just a killer of mutants on the range," I say, turning back to him. "I'm a mass murderer. I murdered hundreds of them."

"Why did ya kill them, Juncs?"

"Do you know the genetics of these monsters, Tier? Did you guys find the records?"

He swallows and nods.

"Well, the ones they were making in the Stag were children of Gideon and me. So I can only assume these little bundles of horror were made along the same lines."

He nods. "They were."

"And obviously they all come out the same way when I'm involved. Monsters. I'm not the Teumessian fox at all. I'm the Mother of all Monsters." He stays silent for this and I start moving again. I turn a corner and stop short when I see a glass-front door. It has pink curtains drawn back from the glass so you can see inside the room.

I'm twisting the handle to open the door when Tier rounds the corner. "Junco, wait. It's not what you think."

What do I think? I ask myself as I step inside. It's a nursery. A very proper, first-class, Farm Family-looking nursery made specifically for a little girl. There's a crib piled high with extravagant blankets and matching bumpers and pillows. Soft teddy bears and stuffed puppies line a few shelves on the wall, and there are those flash frames hung up everywhere cycling through dozens of images of Inanna holding a baby.

A very normal-looking baby with bright green eyes.

I read the painted wooden letters decorated with pink polka-dots that line one of the walls. The baby's name is Savannah.

"It's not what you think, Junco."

"I don't know if I believe you, Tier. It all pretty much looks like what I think."

He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my chest as he leans down to whisper his words across my cheek. "She's not real, Junco. She's not ours. I'm sorry, darlin'. When you said you were never pregnant back at the Subjack camp, you were right. Layla found your records here, too. This was Inanna's sick idea of a trick. A trick to make you behave and do what she asks."

"But—she's got your eyes. And her name is Savannah."

"A nasty trick, that's all it was. If there ever was a baby living in this room, then it was human, Junco. One hundred percent human. We've tested the whole place, looked very carefully for any sign of avian genetics. I'm not sure who she belongs to, and she wasn't even here when we came in this morning, so she might not even exist. But one thing is for sure, she's not ours."

"Who would do that to someone? Why does she want to hurt me like this? I don't understand. Why does she hate me?"

"It's an old fight, Junco. It's got nothing to do with you, darlin'. This fight is all about Inanna and Lucan."

I look up to Tier. "Does she love him?"

"I guess, if you can call that love. Obsession maybe."

"Did he ever love her?"

"No, Junco. He never did. She has always wanted things she couldn't have and she wanted Lucan to give them to her."

"What does she want, besides his love?"

"To cross that Bridge, Junco. The Bridge that no Archer, let alone member of the High Order, can cross."

"Oh." I'm sorry I asked. Because I can relate. "Does she have a loved one over there? On that side of things?"

He simply nods.

"Oh." I can relate to that too.

"Inanna is losing, Junco. She's desperate. She took you, and what she did to ya, morphing you into an Archer, was just about the most heinous crime there is in the avian world. You cannot even understand the horror of what's she's done to ya. But we all understand, and that's why we've been patient. It's not your fault this is happening to ya. But going forward, Junco, you need to be very careful. The Archer morph has consequences. Violence and anger sets off these consequences and you do not want to know what you might become if you give in to the urges."

My chest is rising and falling in a weird pattern and tears start to form in my eyes.

"Do you hear me, Junco?"

"I do want to know, Tier. What will happen? Just tell me now so I can get used to the idea."

"You'll become like that thing ya saw in The Book."

"A vampire bird thing? With knives as claws?" I look down at my hands and wonder if they're in there right now.

Tier takes my hand and lifts it up. "You're not human, Junco. You're not avian. You're not Archer. You are High Order."

"I don't understand what that means," I say, confused. "Aren't all of the Archers High Order?"

He shakes his head at me. "No. Lucan, Gib, Rache, Inanna, and now you. You five are the only High Order in the Sol System at this moment. And when they get here, next week," he says, lifting my chin so I look him in the eye. "When they get here next week they will want things from ya. All five of ya."

"What will they want?" I ask, still watching his eyes.

"Full compliance." He drops his fingers from my chin but I don't look away. "And Inanna, Lucan, Gib, and Rache have been planning for this moment for thousands of years. Inanna has a plan to appease them. She took you as an offering so they wouldn't kill her and she's hoping she can trade ya, darlin'. For that trip she wants so desperately."

Holy fuck. What kind of mother does that shit? Even Carolinia Coot looks like Mom of the Year compared to Inanna.

"But Junco, we have a plan. So if ya just do what we ask, we might have a chance. We cannot fight them outright, Snowbird. As much as I admire your willingness to do so, you cannot fight any more. Or you will turn and they'll take you away. They'll take you and kill us. And that's the best-case scenario, really. They'll probably shatter ya after they get you to dissipate Lucan, Rache, and Gib anyway. We are walking a very thin line, Junco. It's microscopic. And all this running yer doing is making everyone nervous. So just tell me what you want, tell me what you need and I will provide it. Because Irin is waiting to enter her Pillar, and we need the Halo. It has potential and possibilities and we must have both in order to have any hope of living beyond next week."

I really wish I knew what he's talking about. This thought causes me to laugh and that makes me look a little crazy. Tier's expression goes from soft to confused in a span of fractions. "Sorry," I say, still stifling down a chuckle. "It's just, I have no clue here. What you just said has practically no meaning to me, I—" I shake my head, that's what I do. "I want to talk to those lab workers."

He huffs out some air. "Why?" is all he comes back with.

"Because I want to look them in the eye when I ask them if they know anything about this room." I swallow hard. "And that green-eyed baby."

"She's not ours, Junco. Layla found yer records, yer Archer tank is on the other side of the compound. You were not pregnant."

I nod, but don't look at him this time. "I understand that. But I need to ask for proof."

He frowns and this makes his brow crinkle with annoyance. "Proof? That sounds a lot like Gideon if you ask me."

I smile at the name. "I wish I could see him right now. And it is his word. Man of Proof, that's Gid. I just need to double check everything."

"Man of Proof," Tier snorts. "I'll fucking give him his proof. He's got a lot of nerve, ya know that? Leaving ya to fend for yerself, even when he knows the consequences of what that bitch did ta ya."

"Wait, isn't Gideon High Order, too? She made him an Archer. He's got the marks."

"He's got marks, all right. But they're not High Order marks, they're not even Archer marks, from our point of view."

"I don't get it, then what are they? He's got a triangle, like me, on his back."

"No, Junco. Your mark is not a triangle."

"What?"

"It's a series of stacked horizontal lines that form a triangle, but Gideon's shape is closed. An outline. Your marks are open."

"What's the difference?"

"He's not on our side, that's the difference."

"He's not on Inanna's—"

"No." Tier cuts me off. "She has no side. He's marked by the other party Lucan was referring to earlier. The one who protected him."

"So, why then? Why don’t you trust him?"

"Because, Junco—they only helped Lucan to defeat the High Order to further their own interests. They have no loyalty to us."

"Well, I can't just dismiss decades of help and support by Gideon, Tier. That's absurd. I owe him, He saved me—"

"Sure." He cuts me off again. "He saved ya. I get it. We'll talk about this more later, OK?" He grabs my hand and leads me back out to the main lab area, then over to the closed door where I saw Annun disappear. He knocks and it opens a crack to reveal Arel. I lean in to see him better and he catches my eye as Tier and him whisper.