Meridian Six

"Icarus." Each of the three syllables were weighed down with censure from the Chatelaine. "She’s a fugitive. And she has information that could help the cause."

A female stepped forward. Her thin frame contradicted the posture of a warrior. Brown stubble sprouted from her pale scalp. A piercing yellow vampire’s gaze raked over my body. "Bullshit. She’s a Troika spy."

Sister Agrippa sighed. "No she isn’t, Dare. Bringing her here was my idea."

"She just wants you to think that!" the female named Dare spat back.

"If the Troika wanted to use me to defeat the rebels," I shot a pointed look at her threadbare clothes, "don’t you think they’d send me to infiltrate one that posed an actual threat?"

She gasped and Icarus’s eyes narrowed to sharp slits. Besides me, the nun muttered a curse under her breath. I should have regretted my words, which had been motivated by anger more than logic. But didn’t. It sounded a lot like Agrippa wanted me to team up with the rebels, but my only plan was to get as far from the Troika as possible. I braced myself for the return attack, hoping the Chatelaine would step in should it get out of hand. Instead, after a couple of tense seconds, the vamp’s lips twitched and a snort escaped her pale lips.

"Fuck you, Traitor."

"Fuck you too, Hemo," I said using the slang humans used for vampires.

Icarus kept his eyes on me while I argued with his second in command. His gaze was assessing, weighing and judging. He found me lacking if the angry twist to his lip was any indication. I met his gaze with an unblinking glare. Finally, he spit on the dirt next to my feet. "She can stay."

The air escaped the room. Sister Agrippa looked as shocked at Dare.

"Icarus–" his vampire friend began, but he shook his head and disappeared back into the room. Over his shoulder he said, "If she steps out of line, we’ll just kill her."

As he walked away, I noticed his hair was long enough to cover the back of his neck. Every human captured or born since the Troika took over was blood-typed upon birth and tattooed with their type on the back of their neck. Therefore, all humans under Troika control were required to keep their hair short or shaved completely.

My hair was short because of the regulations, but the back of my neck didn’t bear the mark of my blood type. The Troika decided it would look bad on camera. Thank goodness, too, because the AB negative tattoo would be like a bull’s eye to any vamp I ran into on the outside.

The vampire and I stared at each other across the threshold. My fingers itched to grab the knife at my ankle, but judging from her haggard appearance she was two seconds from flying into a blood rage. If it came to that I’d be dinner.

"Let me guess, your friends from Camp Vamp call you Six, right, tough girl?" the vampire said with an eye-roll.

"I don’t have any friends." Especially none from "Camp Vamp" as she had so charmingly called the barracks masquerading as a school for Troika youth I’d grown up in. "And call me Carmina.”

"Carmina, sure. You heard Icarus. You want to keep breathing? You’ll do what we say."

I flicked an angry glance at the Chatelaine for bringing me here in the first place. Grabbing her sleeve, I pulled her a little further down the corridor. "Thanks a lot."

She shrugged. "It’s either them or take your chances sneaking past the army waiting for you topside."

"Why did you tell them I have intel?"

"Well you do, don’t you?"

"Sure, but I’m not interested in joining the resistance."

The older woman crossed her arms and gave me a schoolmarm glare. "You didn’t have a plan at all when you ran, did you?"

I chewed my bottom lip. "My only goal was to get away from the Troika and find this place. Figured the rest would sort itself out."

Her eyes narrowed. "I’m going to give you a little bit of advice that might extend your life a little. No one makes it very far in this world without choosing a side."

I snorted. "Don’t you think that’s a little hypocritical coming from a woman who poses as a religious leader for the Troika while secretly supporting the rebels."

"I said you’ve got to pick a side, not that you had to announce it." Her lips twitched. "My point is no one can survive the Bad Lands alone. I could give you a few rations and supplies, but you wouldn’t make it out there two days before a rover tracked you down or a pack of dogs caught your scent."

Seeing my hesitation, she continued. "I’m not going to force you to give me your reasons for choosing now to run, but I assume they must have been pretty good." I looked up to see sympathy in her gaze. She hadn’t survived this long without knowing a thing or two about the sorts of things that made a girl finally take her chances between running and death. "But these people here? They fight on the side of freedom. And judging from what you said, freedom’s what you want."

I took a deep breath as the truth of her words battered some of my resistance. When I’d formed my plan to escape, my only goal had been to find Sister Agrippa’s convent. But now I had stumbled back into a rebellion that left me behind a little less than two decades earlier. A rebellion that didn’t fit into my plans at all. But now it seemed that pretending to continue my mother’s work was the only way to ensure my survival for the immediate future.

"The resistance is poor, underfed and outnumbered," she said. "But we’re also mad as hell and we want our world back. If you have information that can help that happen, then use it to ensure you get the freedom you want."

I looked into the shadows of the tunnel behind me and thought about the secret police gathered on the Chatelaine’s doorstep. I thought about my mother, who’d died fighting against the vampires who’d raised me to be the poster child for obedient humans. And I thought about how those bite marks found their way onto my thighs. About the blood-smeared smile on the Prime’s face when he told me his plans for the future. My stomach cramped with the memory of pain, of blood loss.

"Well?" Dare called from the doorway. "What’s it going to be?" Icarus had come back to join her. He shot me a look that looked a lot like he expected me to lose my nerve and run.

I licked my dry lips and looked him in the eyes. "I’m in."

He laughed. "Not so fast. You’ll have to pass inspection by Saga first."

"Who’s Saga?"

"He’s an elder of the movement," Dare offered. "If you’re lying he’ll know it. Regardless he’ll award us rations for bringing the famous Troika Whore to him."

She was trying to get a rise out of me. I met her challenging gaze levelly. "You have me at a disadvantage it seems. After all, you know so much about me, but I’ve never even heard of you."