Gameboard of the Gods (Age of X #1)(84)
Author: Richelle Mead

She tried to walk but stumbled. “M-my ankle.”

“Serves you right.”

He slung his arm around her and half dragged, half carried her toward the main building. Tessa thought her heart would explode. Until then, she hadn’t believed anything could be more terrifying than that first day in the Gemman airport. Blood pounded in her ears, and she really couldn’t make any sense of her surroundings except the rapidly approaching building.

The man scanned his hand at a door and unlocked it. Light spilled out when the door opened, making Tessa squint at the dramatic change. She and Rhea were led down an empty, sterile hallway toward a large door that read SECURITY. Another hand scan gave them access, and they entered a room filled with monitors and gray uniforms. One of the soldiers looked up in surprise.

“What’s this?”

“Our perimeter was breached by highly trained assassins,” said the man holding Tessa. He gently pushed her into an empty chair, and a moment later, Rhea sat beside her, looking as though she might pass out.

Now that her eyes had adjusted to the light, Tessa managed to get a good look at their escort. When she did, she thought she might be sick.

Prætorians.

All the larger-than-life horror stories she’d grown up with returned. These two weren’t like Mae, who joked and smiled and wore pretty clothes. Both were clad in black uniforms that made them seem like death incarnate. The man who’d held her was huge, his muscled physique apparent even under the black jacket. The woman who’d held Rhea was shorter and slimmer, but her strength was obvious. Both wore guns at their sides and possessed hard, deadly expressions.

The regular soldier who’d greeted them brought over a scanner and checked Rhea’s chip. “I’m sure your parents are going to love meeting with military police tonight. You’re lucky you’re a minor.” When he scanned Tessa, his snide look vanished. “Huh.”

“‘Huh’ what?” asked the female prætorian.

“She’s a Panamanian national.” The soldier stepped back, floored. “This is an attack on Gemman soil. She’s technically a terrorist.”

The male prætorian snorted. “She’s a kid. And she’s drunk.”

The woman moved to look at the scanner. “Is there a guardian or some contact information?” She looked over the screen, and her eyebrows rose. “Justin March.”

She and the big prætorian exchanged looks.

“Let us take her,” said the female prætorian. “We’ll deal with her.”

The soldier gaped. “You can’t! Do you know how serious this is? I have to make calls and—”

“Hector,” said the woman, her voice like ice. “Let us have her. We’ll make sure she’s dealt with.”

“How? I’ll get in trouble if I release her.”

The big prætorian pointed at Rhea. “You’ve got one. There’ll be enough drama over her, and then it’ll blow over.”

The man in gray obviously didn’t agree. “It’s trespassing on federal property.”

The three of them went back and forth, and all the while, Tessa tried not to hyperventilate. In the end, the prætorians won. They started with logic and eventually resorted to intimidation. The soldier was trembling by the time they finished and gave the prætorians a nervous salute as they led Tessa out. She shot Rhea one last desperate look, but her friend was too shocked to even notice.

The big prætorian helped her walk again but didn’t restrain her with handcuffs or anything. Considering how quickly he’d subdued her in the garden, she probably wasn’t a big security risk. They took her to other rooms, going about some other business she couldn’t follow. When two other equally terrifying prætorians showed up, they all saluted each other, and her escort received permission to leave.

She expected to board a military plane straight back to Panama, but instead, they rode the subway—which actually might have been worse. The stares she’d received on her first day in the RUNA were nothing compared to what she got now. The prætorians sat on each side of her, stiff and formidable, and Tessa hunched over, wishing she could melt into the seat. Despite the gawking, the other passengers kept their distance, and Tessa didn’t blame them. She and her companions rode in silence, which was only broken once when the man said, “You are in so much trouble.”

One sentence, but it was enough to make every awful scenario play through Tessa’s mind. What would happen? Deportation? Losing her visa was probably the best thing she could hope for. Even imprisonment wouldn’t be as bad as other fates they might have in store. After all, the man at the security office had said she was a terrorist. Couldn’t something like that result in execution?

By the time they reached the March house, she no longer had to worry about hyperventilating, because she practically couldn’t breathe at all.

The prætorians still flanked her as they marched up to the front door. Lights shone through the window, and some hysterical part of her wondered if she’d made curfew.

Justin opened the door and took in the sight before him with remarkable calm. “Oh. Wow.”

“Are you Justin March?” demanded the woman. When he nodded, she said, “We have a situation.”

“Yes,” he said slowly. “I can see that we do.”

“This girl invaded the National Gardens,” explained the male prætorian. “That’s practically an act of terrorism.”

Justin could only stare.

The woman continued on, her voice low and cool. “Because she’s a minor, we might be able to lighten her punishment.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” said the man. “Prison’s still the most likely option. But if she’s lucky, she might just serve a few years in the Miscreant Terrorist Girls’ Reform Camp.”

Justin’s eyes had been kind of dazed, but with those words, that razor-sharp focus Tessa knew so well reappeared and fixed on the prætorian. “The Miscreant Terrorist Girls’ Reform Camp?”

“Yes,” said the woman. “I’m sure you know its reputation.”

“Some girls never make it back,” said the other prætorian ominously.

Justin seemed slightly more relaxed, maybe because execution hadn’t been mentioned yet. “Well. Sacrifices have to be made for the sake of our country.”

The female prætorian nodded. “Normally, we’d detain her right away, but since you work for Internal Security, our superiors decided she’d be safe to leave in your custody.”