Legacy Code (14 page)

“No. I didn’t do anything.” Era tried to pull away from the chief.

They knew. But how did they know? She’d erased her eyepiece signature.

He gripped her tighter. “Where’s your husband’s shift card?”

Era’s eyes darted to the hook, but she didn’t answer him.

“Raines, over there. Get it.”

Why did they want Dritan’s shift card?

The chief pulled Era from her cubic, and she stumbled alongside him, struggling to keep up with his broad steps.

She shivered as they walked down the chill corridor. She’d never been any good at lying. What made her think she could commit treason and get away with it?

Her mind knew these things. She could see her situation in a cold, detached way, as if her problems were a glitch in a piece of tech. She knew she should feel terrified, but she couldn’t muster even a spark of fear. The grimp had stolen her emotions, left her with nothing but cool logic.

The corridor was silent, except for the thud of their boots hitting the tiles beneath their feet. Two pairs. No. Three. Tadeo had come up behind them.

They reached the stairwell, and Era expected them to take her upward, to executive sector. The breach on level six had been fixed a few days ago.

Only they didn’t. They went down. Down to the sublevels, which held the machines that powered the ship, cleaned the air, and recycled the waste.

She should try to escape. But where would she run? There was nowhere to go. And running would be more proof of her guilt.

No. She had to maintain her innocence. She’d erased the evidence. They couldn’t prove anyone had looked at the cube. They couldn’t even prove anyone had added it to the list on purpose.

They took her down deep, deeper than she’d ever been. The hum of the power core grew, until she felt it through the soles of her boots. It was too loud down here, and the air, scorching. The hum grew to a dull roar as they descended.

When they reached level P2, Chief Petroff led them through a maze of corridors, never letting up on the tight grip he had on her arm.

They finally stopped at a cubic, and the chief swiped his card. The door slid open. He said something to Tadeo, but she couldn’t hear it over the roar of the power core. How could anyone work down here?

The chief pushed her into the compartment, and the door slid closed behind her.

It was quieter in here, and she could hear her own rapid breathing. The tiny compartment looked like it’d been meant for storage, but the shelves had been ripped out, and the walls were covered in the same rubber floor tiles they used in the living cubics. Why were the walls padded with floor tiles?

A lume bar flickered above a single metal chair.

Era turned to face the door, waiting. Sweat trickled down her back, between her shoulder blades. She flexed her fingers. What were they going to do to her?

The door opened, and the roar intensified. Chief Petroff stepped through, a metal case in his grasp.

President Nyssa Sorenson walked in behind him. Her suit looked pressed and new, her blond hair smooth and tight in a low bun on her head. But the flickering lume bar above brought out the lines in her face and made her pale eyes appear sunken.

Era clenched her hands into fists and felt the first thing she’d felt since taking the grimp. Resentment. This woman had killed Dritan and wanted to kill her baby. This woman was lying to the entire fleet.

The door closed, and the hum died back down.

“Sit,” the president said.

Era shook her head and took a step back.

The president sighed and met Era’s eyes. “There are two ways we can do this. You can either sit and answer my questions honestly, or, if you’d prefer, we can use the drugs in that case to encourage you to answer honestly.”

Drugs. What drugs? Why had she never heard of this? Is this what they did to everyone they arrested? Uncertainty began to worm its way into her mind. The grimp wouldn’t last forever. And some part of her brain understood she’d care about this, feel the danger more keenly once its effect faded.

“Why did you bring me here?” Era’s voice came out strong. They couldn’t possibly have proof of her guilt.

The president gestured to the chief, and he grabbed Era’s arms and pushed her into the chair. He’d gotten long strips of scrap fabric from somewhere, and he forced her wrists down, strapping them to the armrests.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Leave us,” the president said.

Petroff hesitated, but left the cubic.

The president took a step closer to Era, her blue eyes narrowed.

Era pulled against the restraints. “Let me go. I didn’t do anything.”

“Did you think it would be that easy to erase your eyepiece signature from an archive cube? Didn’t you realize there’d be backup data?”

Era froze and kept her face blank.
Of course.
Of course there would be a memory core back-up. How could she be so stupid? The president wasn’t bluffing. Era had made a sloppy, fatal mistake.

Mali had been banging on the door to storage, and Era hadn’t thought to check, to search again. She licked her lips and struggled to keep her expression from giving away her guilt.

“So now, we have an archive cube with damaged files. And your eyepiece signature to go with them,” the president said. “For a tech, you didn’t try very hard to hide evidence of your treason.”

Damaged files?
When she’d used her father’s trick to hack the memory core, she’d known it could damage it. “Which files?”

“So you admit to accessing the cube.”

“Have
you
seen what’s on it?” Era leaned forward, scrutinizing the president’s face.

“Have you?”

“I asked first.”

The president blinked. “What did you see on that cube, Era? If you don’t tell me—”

“You’ll…do what? Drug me? Did you drug that half you took from the galley, too? If the fleet knew—”

“Tell me what you saw.” The president drew each word out.

“Nothing. I didn’t see anything.” Era settled back in her chair and focused on the rubber tiles on the wall.
Soundproofing.
The tiles were there to keep the sound of the power core out.
No.
She straightened in her seat. They were there to keep the sound
in
.

“I don’t believe you.” The president faced the door and raised her fist. She paused and turned back to Era. “I think you should know. After these drugs enter your system, you’ll no longer need an abortion. The cells will be terminated very soon after the first dose. But the aftermath will not be as easy as an abortion would’ve been.”

Terminated.
A flicker of fear burgeoned in Era’s gut. “Wait.”

“Yes?”

Her mind cycled through her options, listing and discarding them one by one. Did she have a choice? She could continue to lie and be drugged. Her baby would die. She could tell the truth and what? They’d convict her of treason. Her baby would die with her.

If she found a way to keep them from drugging her, she’d still be forced to get an abortion. Because she could never tell the medic what she knew, not after this.

She still had her fail-safe, but it was useless. She’d never even told Zephyr where to find it. Had Zephyr even been listening to what Era had said about the Defect?

That left…begging.

“I’ll tell you what I saw,” Era said. “But, just…please let my baby live.”

“Your baby has the Defect. I have no control—”

“Babies with the Defect can be cured. My baby can live.”

The president’s face fell, and she turned her head partway away from Era. “We must use our resources for the healthy and the living,” she said, her voice almost too quiet to make out over the low hum. “I wish you hadn’t accessed those files. Truly, I do.”

She took a deep breath, and her voice turned hard. “But accessing the archives is treason. You were training for archivist. You knew that better than anyone.”

Era was falling, spiraling out of control.

The grimp was wearing off.

Her pulse quickened, and she pulled against her restraints. “Please. Just do the surgery. Let me have the baby. Save it. Then you can do whatever you want with me. I won’t tell anyone—”

“I’m sorry. You’ve compromised the safety and peace of this fleet.”

“I won’t tell anyone.” Era’s voice cracked.

The president looked down at the floor. “The fleet won’t ever know the archives were compromised.”

“I have proof. If you do anything to me, everyone in the fleet will find out the truth.”

President Sorenson’s eyes widened, and she stared at Era. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not. You’ll see.” But Era was lying, because no one even knew where she’d hidden the proof. Her lie must have shown on her face. The president gave a slight shake of her head and turned to bang on the door.

Era laughed, and it sounded forced, too loud in the tight space. “Everyone will find out you’ve been lying about the Defect. And that you’re expanding the subcity, and you arrest people and torture them. They’ll turn against you. You won’t win.”

She sounded crazed, like Sam had in helio sector. How had she not seen how right he’d been?

The door opened, and the president said something to Chief Petroff before walking out. The chief removed Era’s restraints and yanked her to her feet.

A bitter taste flooded Era’s mouth. “Please, don’t do this. Let me go back to my cubic. I won’t say anything.”

The chief grunted and pulled her into the corridor. Tadeo waited there, his eyes locked onto the floor. He didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge her as she moved past.

Her limbs were weak, shaky, and the walls seemed to tilt around her. The chief half-carried, half-dragged her to the end of the corridor and took something from Tadeo. A shift card.

Not Tadeo’s. He still had his hooked to his belt.

Dritan’s shift card.

They’d planned this from the moment they’d arrested her.

The chief swiped the card, and the door opened. He pulled her across the threshold.

A control panel and a pane of glass was all that separated them from the bare metal space beyond.

The maintenance airlock.

Era’s survival instincts kicked in. She ripped her arm from the chief’s grasp and backed into Tadeo.

He pushed her forward, and Petroff slammed a hand across her face. She stumbled against the wall and sank to her knees.

The control panel went in and out of focus, but the sting of the blow shocked her awake.

She was going to die.

“Tadeo.” Era stumbled to her feet. She reached for his arm, but he backed up a step, avoiding her gaze and her reach.

Chief Petroff looked from Era to Tadeo and back. “You know this traitor?”

Tadeo’s nostrils flared. “No.”

Era lunged toward the door, but the chief grabbed her by the back of her suit and held her as she struggled against him. Cold, hard metal pressed against her temple, and she froze.

“I can just pulse you now,” he said. “But I’d rather not have a mess to clean up. Strip her, Raines. Can’t waste a good suit.”

Era’s stomach churned, but she stayed still. Was there any way out?

Tadeo unlaced her boots and took them off. Then he stood and gripped the zipper on her suit. A sheen of sweat coated his forehead, and one fat drop traced a slow trail down his brow.

He unzipped her suit.

Tears gathered in Era’s eyes, and a hard lump expanded in her throat. “Don’t do this, Tadeo, please,” she whispered.

The chief released her and forced her sleeves off her arms, ripping the suit away. It fell to the floor, and the cold air hit her sweat-soaked skin. Goosebumps lifted along the length of her body. She wrapped her arms across her exposed breasts and whimpered, shame flooding her. The chief pressed the pulse gun’s icy barrel against her neck.

Tadeo’s eyes flicked from her swollen belly to the chief. “We can’t…” he said, his voice rough.

“It’s Defective,” the chief said. “Set to be aborted tomorrow. She tampered with the archives, erased data we need to settle on a new Earth. She knew the penalty.”

“No! I didn’t erase anything. I didn’t mean to. I just had to know the truth.” Era’s voice shook. “My baby—”

The barrel pressed harder into Era’s skin, silencing her.

“But Chief, sir—”

“Raines.” The chief’s voice was hard, edged with unspoken threat.

Tadeo threw his shoulders back in the conditioned response of one trained to respond to commands without thought. But his eyes darted, wary, between Era and the chief, and his hands were balled into tight fists. A glimmer of hope burgeoned in Era’s chest. Tadeo took a step forward.

The chief dropped the pulse gun from Era’s neck and pushed her away. She stumbled to the side and hit her arm hard on the control panel. She cradled it against her bare breasts as the chief walked up to Tadeo and stopped an inch from his face. Tadeo didn’t back down.

“Remember McGill?” the chief asked. “They told you all he went back to his home deka. Sent back ‘cause he couldn’t handle the shame of a traitor nearly killing Tesmee with
his
pulse gun.”

Tadeo stood straighter, his jaw working.

The chief lifted the pulse gun and gestured with it. “McGill was in on it…He was working with that traitor to kill Tesmee.” His voice rose. “He gave that traitor his pulse gun. I airlocked him myself. Fleet doesn’t need to know we had a traitor in the guard. I’d do it again if I thought, even for a second, we had other traitors in the guard. Do you understand?”