pimps and prostitutes at the Bazaar. The things that happened to Kath that she wonât even talk about. I think of the Mole People, literally forced underground because they wouldnât submit to them. And
now
I know what I
really
came here for.
I take his hands. Our breath mingles in the cold air.
Me: âOkay. Jefferson. I guess I did come for you. For your sake. You want to get out from under this? Redeem yourself? Then you listen to me. You can forget about the big picture for a little while.â I speak to him gently, but I donât leave any room for doubt or questions. âStop dreaming. Think about our
friends
. You and me, we are going to find them. If we do one thing, if we die doing it, we are going to get those girls back from Uptown. You understand?â
Jefferson: âThe nukesââ
Me: âWill have to wait. First we save our family.
Then
we save the world.â
Rab: âItâs the same thing, isnât it?â
Itâs now that I realize Rab is standing nearby, peering down curiously into Brainboxâs grave, close enough to have heard everything. He doesnât appear to have snuck up or anything. Heâs just standing there with his usual air of Cool Guy confidence, like he can talk his way into any party or any conversation.
Rab: âWhy choose between nuclear blackmail and white slavery?â Heâs bright and upbeat. âOur quarry is Chapel and his pet psychotic, right? Find them and we find your girls, donât we?â
Kath: âNo. We donât.â Sheâs sauntered over from the snowball fight.
Great. Now everybody is joining in. The sacred mood broken, Titch circles around us and starts filling in Brainboxâs grave, clearly hurrying things along.
Kath continues, âIf your girls have been taken, theyâll be at the museum.â
Me: âWhat museum?â
Kath: âThe one with the dinosaurs. Thatâs where the slave market is.â
Jefferson: âThe Museum of Natural History. On Central Park West. Thatâs, like, half a mile from here.â
Kath: âThey take them there to make them into Fun Girls.â Off my look, she explains, âSlaves. Thereâs these creepy West Side religious nuts who do it. They keep them there for a while, break them down. Then they sell them.â
Me: âThen thatâs where Iâm going.â
Wakefield comes over, seeing that the memorial service is busting up.
Wakefield: âItâs time to get going. We should hit Grand Central in an hour.â
Titch looks back at Wakefield but leaves me to explain.
Me: âChange in plans, Colonel. Weâve got to rescue some of our friends first.â
Wakefield: âThose arenât my orders.â
Me: â
I
donât have any orders.â
Wakefield: âYou are under my protection.â
Me: âI donât need your protection.â
Wakefield: âYou are under my
supervision
.â
Me: âWe could use more hands if weâre going to fight the Uptowners.â
Wakefield: âI donât think youâre qualified to speak on military issues.â
Which I guess
technically
is correct? But practically? We sort of
do
know what weâre talking about. Which is to say, weâve slugged our way through two years of chaos here, against everything the place could throw at usâcannibals, fascists, even tweens.
Me: âIâm sorry, but my decision stands. You can help, or wait here for me, or go do your thing.â
Titch: âThat wasnât the plan, miss.â
Me: âSo? Youâve been here, what, half a day? You think any kind of plan
lasts
here? This place has its own rules. So Iâm making my own plans from now on. I know that youâve got to do what youâve got to do. Thatâs okay. You donât have to watch my back anymore, Titch.â I turn to Kath and Peter and Jefferson. âYou want to come along, thatâs up to
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