I Am Not Junco Omnibus: Books Four - Six (85 page)

We walk back out to the great room where everyone is either asleep or almost asleep. “Sorry to break up your slumber, but we need to have a meeting. Annun, line up the circle for me, please.”

“Fledge Team, let’s go,” Annun orders. Merk, Tess, Pike, and Wyrd all get up and start moving furniture, arranging it like we do for all our meetings. No one at the top, no one at the bottom.

Once we have enough places to sit I point to each one as I call out their names. “Ashur, Ryse, Arel, Annun, Merk, Pike, Tess, Wyrd, Selia, Subjack, Linny, Deb, John, Moju, Soli, Tukker, Esta, Sariel, Irin, Junco—” I stop to smile at everyone’s shocked face and then point to the last chair that is really the last spot on a long wooden coffee table. “Raubtier.”

“What about me?”

We all turn to look at Gideon.

“Any luck?”

He shakes his head. “No, she’s hiding, I think.”

I blow out a breath and point to my spot. “Gideon. I’ll stand in the middle then.”

Gid takes his seat and I stand in front of them all, walking in the circle as I talk. “Each of us knows something important, so we’re gonna sit here and figure out if anything critical needs telling. If yer holding secrets that are not supposed to be divulged, well, we’ll talk about that. But the most pressing issue in my mind, and Ashur’s as well, I think”—I look over to Linny and Subjack—“is where did you get the genetics to make Junco?”

Subjack clears his throat. “Caleb. Caleb gave us the genetics decades ago. They never
came
from that Gyr fellow who went missing in the MR. We already had the genetics by the time we got a hold of Gyr. His code was put in as a diversion, to make sure no one could connect Junco to who she truly is.”

“Who is she?” I breathe.

“That’s still a secret, Tier. I would tell you if I thought it was important, but it’s not.”

“How is it not?” I ask loudly. “I want ta know, dammit! Where the fuck did she come from? Who the fuck is she really?”

“She’s the Seventh Demon, that’s true. That was the code that Caleb gave us. But we were told to make her a certain way, so she could hold something inside her.”

“Hold what? An AI?” I look over at Iliana/Deb.

“No—well, yes. She was made to hold HOUSE inside her, that helps with the insanity issues that come from her demon side. But she was made, Tier, not grown.”

“What is this? We don’t make beings anymore, even Lucan has stopped that.”

“Well, Caleb’s father has not stopped his creation science program, and Junco comes from Him. He made her, he gave her code to us to insert into the demon genetics from the Seventh Cylinder, and he told us exactly what to do to make her more human as a child, more compliant and normal.”

Everyone mumbles a little at the word normal. Normal she is
not
.

“And then we spent the next twelve years of her life leaching out the bad things. Every six months I took her down here and we recoded her entire genome. We took things out, put things in, made her able to morph, made her receptacle more advanced, made her machine parts more usable and less invasive.”

I shake my head. “That makes no sense, you just told me she is demon, she is Gyr, she is human, she is machine. Anything else?”

He nods. “Yes, but that’s not mine to tell, it’s Lucan’s.”

I knew it. I look over at Ashur and we exchange a conspiratorial look. And then I shift my gaze to Gideon. “And you? What’s yer part in this, Gideon? How are you involved?”

He looks down, his knee jumping a little as he thinks of what to say. When he starts talking he does so with a bowed head and this look alone fills me with dread. “I was the first test soul.”

I squint my eyes at him. “Meaning?”

He looks over at Subjack and gets a nod to continue. “The reason I’m not insane is because I was given a soul and I’m not a demon, I come from the same stock as Junco. A few clutches earlier, but we are the same stock. But with my clutch, they leached out the demon parts and inserted a soul. Dale could collect souls.” He stops to see if any of us will find this notion ridiculous, but we’re so far past that now, no one even blinks. “He gave me one and since I was the first experiment, they needed a control. So I got the soul, but the other six siblings they made from me to complete the clutch did not. They… had to be destroyed at birth—that was a disaster. It turns out you can’t take away the demon part and make the other Six Siblings from those genetics. They learned the hard way. Iliana was another experiment, a couple clutches later. She was given a soul as were all the other siblings, but only half of them took. And as we all know, you have to have all the Siblings to make the code work and they all have to be mature. So they let those Siblings live, but Iliana was the only one who made it to maturity.”

He stops to point to me. “And you guys came and thought she was the real Seven and that’s how all this started.”

I look around the circle to gauge how everyone is taking this. They all look how I feel. Tired and confused.

Gid continues. “My job was never supposed to be Junco, that’s why we had trainers, Tier. I was just a companion, to keep her demon side in check when she was small. But the main handler, Matthew, was mean to her and she ended up rebelling. They gave her to me when I was twelve and she was six. It worked well for a while, but I had to leave. I
am
Inanna’s property. I was supposed to run Iliana, not Junco. But it got all fucked up, and Junco was just… too fucking fragile to leave alone until my teens. She never really recovered from that, but I had to go morph. And then I had to prepare Iliana. You killed her, but Inanna cloned her, thinking she would pass for Junco at the end anyway. But I started having second thoughts about working for Inanna back in Runout—”

He stops again, maybe to see if I’ll attack.

“It had been a while since I saw Junco, and I was gonna deliver her to Inanna when we got there. But I couldn’t do it. So I told Junco to kill Iliana and shoot Inanna when we were on that rooftop. And… and Inanna had to take Junco and level her up to Archer status because the clone she was gonna use to duplicate Junco was half demon and had no wings. The only Iliana she could use was not avian. She had no wings. You fucked up everything when you morphed Junco, Tier. She was not supposed to be avian. We had to take her wings away. Iliana is Inanna’s contribution to this showdown. She needed Junco and Iliana to be indistinguishable.”

I want to kill him. I want to walk over to him, morph into my demon, and rip his head off with my teeth. But I need him to tell Junco to obey and he knows it. His look says he’s smug in this knowledge, this makes him safe.

I hate Gideon. But I need him, I repeat to myself. I need him.

I look over to Tessen. “And this baby?”

She is the only one in the room, besides Linny Coot, I now notice, who is smiling. Tessen gets up and beckons me with a finger to follow her. I look at the circle and bark, “Don’t anyone move.”

The cage is really a wall of glass that spans the far back corner of the room. Inside is a human-looking nursery. Not as posh as the one Inanna had set up in the Vegas lab. There’s a feeding tube attached to the baby’s stomach and she’s naked.

She’s sucking her thumb.

This is my child.

Mine. And Junco’s.

“Can we go in?” I ask Tessen.

She shrugs. “I wouldn’t, sir. No offense, but she’s killed seven warriors. She could wake up at any moment. We have her drugged via the feeding tube, and we have gas at the ready, the system in this room is well equipped to handle such a child, but—”

I’m looking over at Linny and Subjack as Tessen talks, but I look back to her when she stops. “But what?”

“She’s very unpredictable. And dangerous, sorta like Junco, but without all the cute parts.”

I can’t help myself, that makes me laugh. “Cute parts?”

“Well, you know what I mean. Junco is sort of lovable in her own crazy way. And when this baby is like this, she’s very lovable too. But, well, I’ve seen what she can do and if you’re asking for my honest opinion, I’d say no, sir. Stay out of that room until we know more. I have an idea, and we should run it by Junco’s parents. They are, after all, experts in raising a part-demon child.”

Linny’s words come back to me now—
Come to us. Do not hesitate.
She knew. She and Subjack know what to do with this baby, because they already did it—successfully, I add to myself—with Junco. I look over my shoulder and she’s smiling.

“We’ll leave the baby for now, Tess. Thanks.”

She walks away, but I stay there. Looking down on my little girl. I wish I could see her eyes, but if she opens them now they’ll glow red. And I’m definitely not ready to see the demon in her just yet.

I just want to look at her like this.

A soft and innocent child.

I never thought about a family before Junco came along. And really, it was not until she said she might be pregnant that I considered it. Briefly, just briefly. Because there’s no family for me in the future.

But if I can save this child, make her whole and happy, then the baby would be like a gift.

Something Junco might cling to afterward, if things go well. Something to give her peace and comfort.

A piece of myself, to remember that I loved her, a child to keep in her heart forever.

To replace whatever feelings she has for me.

Because I will be gone.

Chapter Thirty—JUNCO

Rural Republic

The whole earth rumbles beneath me, not like an earthquake, but like something just got blown up outside.

I sit up, rub my eyes a little, yawn, and then let out a sigh. Fuck. I was having a nice dream. Tier and I were stargazing, leaning up against a flat red rock that was stuck in the ground especially for this reason. It was sorta like the one up top that my dad put in, except the view was wrong. Like the whole sky was shifted somehow and all the stars were in the wrong place. And there was someone else there, sitting between us… a little warm—

Another shake pulls me back to reality.

The fucking end of the world is here. And I’ve been invited to the party.

I pull myself up and shuffle over to the bins I know contain clothes.

I’m not the same size as I was when I put these clothes here years back, but I’m not completely clueless either. I made sure to put a bunch of different sizes. Wearing this fucking Aves uniform is not gonna work for me anymore. I’m not Aves.

I sort through the tubs of clothes and come up with army-green cargo pants, a white long-sleeved thermal, an oversized jacket so I can stuff some guns in the pockets, and some old field boots. My hips might be curvier and my tits bigger—but my feet have not changed.

This makes me smile a little. Actually, for the first time since my wings were ripped off my back, I feel… normal. I like wearing my old clothes and if I still had wings, I’d never be able to do that.

Ah, whatever. I fucking miss my wings, but perspective is mine to command. I run this mind, not all those things locked away deep inside the dark place. Me. So I can choose to look on the bright side if I fucking feel like it.

Another rumble, this time not as jarring, shakes the room. I guess that’s my clue to hoof it up top. And then I remember I didn’t come here alone.

Fuck again. “Cora?”

Silence.

I guess she bailed. I don’t blame her, the world sounds like it’s falling apart up there and I’m trying to sleep through the entire thing. I’d stay here if I thought I could get away with it, but this is it. My Destiny will find me, whether I stay here or not, so I might as well meet it on my own terms—blah, blah, blah. Jasus fucking Christ, I’m sick of talking myself into doing stupid shit.

All my good weapons are gone. You know why? I already fucking took them the last fucking time I was here. Perfectly good weapons, my best knife set, all left somewhere. My dad’s mountain tunnel? I can’t remember if that stupid green bag made it all the way to Vegas with me or not. Regardless, it didn’t make it to the Pillar. I grab a TZi, load four mags, and stick it all in my pockets.

I look up at the closed hatch. Well, at least Cora’s not an idiot. She knows enough to close the barn door when she leaves. I climb up slowly. Lethargically, even. I have no end-of-the-world pep in me. I hope I don’t have to fight, because my game is gone. When I get to the top of the shaft I push the hatch up a little and peek out. It’s pretty quiet and there’s no fighting going on nearby, so I swing it all the way open and the white sun of midday blazes down on me. I scurry out, close the hatch as quietly as I can, flatten myself on the ground, and listen.