Reborn (14 page)

I shake my head, "Impossible. This place is massive."

"I know, but I have an in; I wrote the program to keep track of residents. It keeps track of health checkups and incidents. Everyone has a residence listed."

It almost feels hopeful, but then I remember Will, "How do we get Will out of here?"

He sighs, "That’s the hitch. They expect you to come for him. They expect you to break into the city. They said the guards have been upped on the gates and the perimeters, and people in the streets are being checked."

Anna gives me a look, "Do they think we are with Will, since we came in with him?"

He shakes his head, "Our only saving grace is that I came in twice, for whatever reason, only my second entrance was recorded. The guard who let the four of us in, didn’t record us. He only recorded when I came in alone two days ago, after I went and took Star and everyone home."

It seems too perfect. It feels like it breaks one of my rules. I shake my head, "We need to get out of here. It's too convenient. We need to go. Me and Anna will stay up here. You go find the address for Marshall's and then we all leave."

He shakes his head, "I can get it in the apartment. I have a computer that is linked, I work from home a lot."

He walks to the door, but I have the feeling in my guts that I have learned to trust, "Wait."

He looks back, "What?" He's getting annoyed.

I point, not really at him, but not away from him either, "If you brought Will in twice now, saved Anna once, and brought me in a few times, then you're linked to us. I bet you are being watched. Why would they trust you?"

His eyes look scary for the first time ever. He bites his lip, "Trust me, they just do."

I shake my head, "I want answers. This is too easy."

Anna looks confused.

He looks at her and then down, "This place wouldn’t be possible without me. I knew exactly what they had planned from the start. I was young and stupid, and the idea made sense. I helped them make this place. The scientific proof was there. The UN was right, we were making the world sick. We were the problem. I was nineteen and it all made sense. The first paper I ever wrote in university was based on the UN's belief that the five-percent plan was the only way to save the world. Only I didn’t stop there, I went on to help plan exactly how it would be implemented, ensuring only the best of the best survived to help weed out the imperfections. I was fourteen at the time. I went to university early."

I take a step back from him, "Bernie." Anna looks like she might get sick.

He nods, "I'm not proud. They recruited me when I was turning nineteen. I had a double doctorate. I didn’t know that some of my teachers were members of the special committee formed by the UN to plan this out." He sighs, "I saw the Georgia Guidestones as a kid. I saw them and I believed that they were correct. The science was there. So when they explained what was about to happen, I believed."

I give Anna a look and then him, "What's a guidestone?"

She shakes her head, but he gets a gleam in his eye.

"In the seventies, a man using an alias commissioned a monument in Elbert County, Georgia. The monument was made of granite and stood almost twenty feet high. It's got an inscription on it that’s translated into eight modern languages and four ancient ones. The inscription is ten principles or guides to a successful future."

I sit down on the ledge of the roof, "This is about to get creepy, isn’t it?"

He nods, "It is. Rule one, maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature. Rule two, guide reproduction wisely—improving fitness and diversity. Rule three, unite humanity with a living new language. Rule four, rule passion—faith—tradition—and all things with tempered reason. Rule five, protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts. Rule six, let all nations rule internally resolving external disputes in a world court. Rule seven, avoid petty laws and useless officials. Rule eight, balance personal rights with social duties. Rule nine, prize truth—beauty—love—seeking harmony with the infinite. Rule ten, be not a cancer on the earth—leave room for nature—leave room for nature."

Anna whispers, "You repeated the last part."

He nods, "Yup. That’s exactly as it's stated on the guidestones. So the plan was implemented, all nations would adhere to this but keep their countries pure to whatever they were initially. Blacks were sent to Africa, South Americans to South America, Chinese to China, and so forth."

I point at his face, "There were Americans and Canadians who were born here and white people who were born in Europe, how did you sort that out?"

He shakes his head, "We didn’t—are you kidding? We lost total control. The infection was based on something that could be cured and prevented in the right people, genetically-superior people. It didn't work. It mutated. We had to build the city, try to keep the people we were breeding alive, and Michael was slowly getting crazier and crazier."

I wave my hand, "I don’t want to know. I change my mind; I don’t want to know."

He sighs and gives Anna a defeated look, "I'm sorry. You now that’s not how I think now, right?"

She shrugs and looks down. I can see the fury on her and she's unstable enough to act out on it. I point to the door, "Let's go find Marshall's plan and end this shit."

He looks sickened, but not nearly as much as we are. I knew how it worked, essentially, but not to this degree. One language and prizing beauty with truth and love, that’s crazy. Beauty is nothing, compared to truth and love.

I walk down the stairs, unsure of Bernie's true feelings. I know Anna feels the same way I do. I can tell by the way she's walking close to me and glancing back. He leads us to the door to his place.

"Just give me a second." He goes in first, alone, and comes back minutes later, "I know where Marshall's is."

We leave the apartment doorway, and walk to the door to the garage. I hate the garage; it's still as dark as night in there. I can't see a thing. Anna stays close to me, "This place is creepy," she whispers.

I nod, not that she can see it, "Yup."

Bernie's hand reaches for mine, as we get further into the darkness, "It's this way," he whispers.

I don’t know how he can tell, it's so black everywhere. Suddenly, light floods the area as he opens a door. It's a stairwell. He steps in and the lights shift. It's those annoying lights that only turn on when you walk under them. I point upward as they shift with our steps, "These were a stupid idea."

He snorts but continues down the flights of stairs. When we reach the bottom, he grabs Anna and does the first bold thing I have ever seen. He plants his lips on hers, muttering into the kiss, "I don’t care about any of this. I love you, and if you can't love me anymore, just kill me."

In the flickering light, I see they are the same. They don’t take the coward’s path, like I do. She shakes her head, whispering into him. His lips turn up and I can't stop staring at them both. My heart is so broken, I know I'll never live through this. My stomach hurts all the time but this makes it worse.

I know in the flickering light that I would pick him, every time it would be him. Even if he dies, it will still be him. I open the door and walk past them.

I need the fur in my fingertips, and the mean stares from the man I love, to make all of this go away. Hell, even that little, saucy blonde is part of the things I need.

What I have though, is a mute psycho and a slightly-crazy genius and no plan whatsoever.

Bernie mutters to me as he walks past me, "Follow me."

Anna catches up to me, looking slightly more blushed and peaceful. She glances at me sideways but doesn't say anything. I don’t care. I trust Bernie; even if I don’t want to, I do. We walk in peace until I notice she's glancing around. I whisper, "You have to keep your eyes up and look straight ahead—they don’t look around or talk to each other."

She shakes her head, "I don’t like it here."

"Me either."

Bernie stops after a while in front of the only building I think doesn’t look like the others. The doorway is old and arched. It looks like it has character and has been weathered in a different way or time than the rest of the other buildings.

Bernie swipes the door, opening it for us.

"Is this older than the rest of the city?"

He nods as he closes the door, "This is the only thing left of Newport, Washington. Safest place in the USA. Close to fresh water, four seasons, no threat of flood or drought, low population, so we could get them out and take over the town with very little concern to the rest of the world, and natural barriers. The coastal mountains held off a lot of the tidal waves and the Rockies prevent anything from coming from the other side. Not too south so as to be too hot, and not too north, to be too cold. The watershed is replaced every year by the snowfall, and yet, it's dry and warm in the summer for farming. Perfection."

I look around the old foyer of the building, "What's this?"

He grins, "The old court house. We set up here in the beginning while we were taking over the town."

I shake my head, "If only you had put that much effort into saving the world."

He scoffs, "We did try, don’t ever let anyone tell you we didn’t try." I think I've annoyed him. He climbs the stairs to the second floor. We walk down the dark hall in silence. He stops in front of a door but drops to his knees. He gets close to the handle and I hear metal lightly tapping against itself. He opens the door a second later. A smell creeps out into the hallway as the door opens fully. I step back, pulling my gun from the back of my pants. I step softly into the room, smelling and listening but there is nothing. It's silent as whatever is dead in there.

My animal eyes switch on, the room is still. I open the fridge and close it quickly, "It's the old food. He hasn’t been here in a while."

Bernie closes the door, switching on a small light in the living room. We search the cupboards. I want to take the food but I know that’s not why I'm here. I close the cupboard, leaving behind weeks’ worth of perfectly-good food. That bothers me. We search every room methodically. I find a book called The Da Vinci Code and stuff it into my pocket. Anna grins when she sees it. We meet back in the living room and sit on the couches. I glance at Bernie, "You find anything at all?"

He shakes his head, "No. Marshall was too smart for that, I guess."

That doesn’t make me feel better. We are running low on time. When Will is well enough to wake, he's going to be tortured to find me. That is something I will not allow to happen.

I tap my fingers against the couch and stare out the dirty window, "It really doesn’t look like he was ever here."

"I know."

Anna nods and pulls the book out of my pocket. She flips to the first page, making me smile. I have created a monster. My foot starts tapping, joining in with my fingers. The floor echoes my tapping, making Bernie sit up. He flops off the couch to his knees and crawls to the spot I'm tapping. He knocks on the floor in a big circle. One spot sounds hollow, compared to the others. He gets up and rushes to the kitchen. He comes back with a knife and skids along the floor to the spot again. He stabs the knife into the floor, picking at the wood. A chunk of wood shoots off, leaving a small opening. He picks at the floor and sticks his hand in the hole. He sighs and pulls out a piece of paper and looks at it quizzically.

"What does it say?"

"Black lab stop HEMP stop Kansas stop."

I furrow my brow, "Is that English?"

He laughs, "It's sent like it's a telegram."

I shake my head, "A what?"

He laughs harder. Anna is biting her nails and reading, ignoring us completely.

He bites his lip and looks at the words like they're magically going to make sense and then sighs, "Shit."

"What's a telegram?"

He sighs, "It was a way of sending and receiving messages, back in the day, before phones and internet and everything."

"What's it trying to stop?"

He looks confused, " What?"

I point at the paper, "The stops—what's it stopping? How do you stop Kansas?"

"No, it's where you stop talking. End of the sentence. So this says, Black Lab, HEMP, Kansas."

I stand up and pace again. I feel like that’s all I do indoors. "Where is the black lab?"

He shakes his head, "Not a clue, but I know what a HEMP is and where Kansas is." He stands and paces too, "EMP stands for electromagnetic pulse and the H is for high altitude. It’s a way to shut down all electricity and power. The layman's way of describing it is it's a nuclear-powered missile, essentially with capability to destroy everything electric and battery powered. Nothing would work. It was a way of shutting everything down in a country you wanted to destroy. The civilization we lived in was completely dependent upon electricity and technology. This was a warfare that didn’t kill people, it killed the machines we needed."

I sit again, "Wait, so Marshall thought there was one of these in Kansas?"

He nods, "I would have to assume he felt that way and wrote this down for someone to find or to remind himself that’s where it was, or someone else put it here for him to find."