Professor,â Silas said. âHow can you possibly know what Iâm feeling?â
âYou donât see it.â He shifted his coat aside as he put his hands on his hips. âThatâs nice. Gives me hope. Silas, I went active during the Cold War.â
Silas gave him a questioning look. âAnd?â he prompted, still not getting it.
âAn Asian?â Professor Woo said, eyebrows high. âDuring the Cold War? I never got a single task. Fully trained, then shelved into academia. Too valuable, they said, but I knew it was because of what I looked like. It was hard, Silas. I hated it, but it was the closest I could get to what I was meant for, so I stayed, helpless to change anything. Or so I thought.â
Silas let his shoulders slump. There was no silver lining.
âI know how it feels to want something and be denied simply because of how you look,â Woo said. âBut you will make a difference. Trust me. Something good will come of it.â
âWhat good came of you being stuck in a dead-end job for forty years?â Silas said bitterly, not expecting an answer. But a wicked smile curved on Professor Wooâs thin lips.
âMilo has seniority on paper, but as you say, Iâve been here forty years. I run the place through favors owed and ground-floor knowledge.â Woo glanced past Silas into the apartment, to where Allen and Peri commiserated glumly. âI know every single agent Opti has, their weaknesses and strengths. Their needs. You think Milo has any real pull inside these walls? No.â Professor Wooâs eyes came back to Silas. âWhich is very good for you, yes?â
Head down, Silas was silent. It wasnât what he wanted .
Slowly Professor Wooâs smile faded. âDonât worry about Professor Milo,â he said. âHe canât remove you from the program. Weâll talk about this Monday, okay? Oh, and, ah, no one leaves the campus.â
Silas nodded, but it was only to get the man to leave. Maybe Professor Milo couldnât remove him from the program, but he could cut off his funding. And whereas Silas wouldnât be chained to the professorâs lab bench, if he couldnât prove his theory, he wouldnât have the letters behind his name to rise much further than he was.
Professor Woo shifted his weight, clearly anxious to rejoin Dr. Cavana. âYou can take the system out of the spiral, right?â he asked.
To say yes would be an admission of guilt, but the school would find something to link them to the act, even if it had to be invented. âTakes two minutes,â Silas said.
âGood.â Professor Woo touched his arm in parting. âYouâre the best Opti has. Quit screwing around.â Saying nothing more, he turned and left, his pace fast with deference.
His steps slow as he thought, Silas went back into his apartment and shut the door. Thank God the semester was over and he wouldnât have to deal with the gossip. At least not until everyone came back.
Allen exhaled loudly as the whine of Wooâs electric car rose high and irritating. âWeâre going to be legends.â
Peri snickered, rolling her eyes.
âExcuse me,â Summer said, voice quavering as she quickly paced to the bedroom. The door shut hard and Silas slumped.
He wasnât going to let this go. If he had to fight for what he wanted, he would.
CHAPTER
SIX
T he sensation that something was wrong seeped through the disjointed cracks of Silasâs dream, fragmenting his slumber until it broke away and left his mind bare to the world again. Between one breath and the next, he woke, fully aware as he stared at the ceiling of the darkened room.
He turned to the faint ribbon of light coming in from under the door. Summerâs side of the bed was empty, but a faint click of keys muffled his worry. She was in the living room working on something, as was her wont when she couldnât
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