Allison Brennan - Cutting Edge

Twenty Years Ago

I am going to die tonight.

It was a random thought, and should have been fleeting because Nora didnt believe she was in any real danger. As soon as they breached security, theyd be arrested, and then shed be truly free.

But as soon as the dire prediction flitted into her mind, it hung heavily in the air as she drove with her mother, sister, and two men toward the Diablo Canyon Power Plant, nestled in the coastal mountains of Avila Beach. She had never been so close to a nuclear reactor in her life; fear flowed through her veins, riding on her blood cells, squeezing her until she could scarcely breathe. It was the situation that gave her fearsome thoughts, not that she was truly going to die.

Nora didnt want anyone to get hurt. She tried to be strong as they turned off the Pacific Coast Highway and drove the winding roads into the mountains east of the power plant. Ten miles as the crow flies, and then theyd be at the end of the narrow road. Theyd proceed the last mile on foot.

How her mother thought this plan was even remotely sane, Nora didnt know. When Cameron laid out the idea last month, she had laughed out loud and told him that the security at nuclear power plants was probably better than security for the president of the United States.

Hed slapped her. Lorraine hadnt even flinched. Nora wasnt surprised that her mother hadnt stood up for her, but it hurt deep down where Nora had thought she no longer cared how her mother felt about her.

Kenny used to work at Diablo Canyon, knew all the security protocols. Hed get them in, Cameron assured the group with complete confidence.

Once were in, Cameron said, it doesnt really matter if we are able to cause a radiation leak. Getting in is the key. The press we get for penetrating their so-called security will be worth any trouble we have. The public will wake up, demand change. The revolution will start. And well be martyrs in a far greater movement.

Nora wasnt so sure. For years, her mother had been involved in every kind of protest under the sun. They lived off the grid-Nora didnt even have a Social Security number or a drivers license or a birth certificate. Shed been born in a cabin in the woods. Had anything gone wrong, she would have died. She didnt think her mother would have cared.

Nora was exhausted. Shed be eighteen in October-her mother didnt remember her exact birthday-and had never had a real home. No formal education; her mothers friends taught her what they knew, which was heavy on creating fake IDs, making bombs that were rarely used, and stealing food. But she got by, and was giving her little sister an education that involved reading and math more than it did picking pockets.

Quin was smart. Nora couldnt let her grow up like she had. Her sister needed a permanent home, a real school, people who cared about her.

If Nora had even one small doubt that what she was doing was right, it disappeared when Cameron insisted on bringing Quin with them-and Lorraine didnt object. Shell stay in the car, Cameron said. No one is going to be left behind. And he stared at Nora. For a moment, she feared he knew. Then he went back to pontificating.

Last summer, Nora had contacted the FBI when Cameron and Lorraine attempted to burn down a housing development under construction in San Luis Obispo. The bomb fizzled, causing little damage, and the FBI said they didnt have enough evidence to arrest Cameron Lovitz. Since she hadnt been with them when the bomb was planted, her testimony would be hearsay and the U.S. attorney wouldnt prosecute unless he had an eighty percent chance of winning. But the FBI asked Nora to be an informant for them. Theyd been watching Cameron Lovitz for a long time and believed an insider could give them the information to catch the radical activist red-handed.

Special Agent Andrew Keene was her handler. Shed been meeting him several times a week for the last eight months.

As Kenny drove the Jeep over the jagged, unpaved road, Nora shrank into herself and thought about Andy and what hed said to her early this morning, before dawn.

Shed set up an emergency meeting behind the student union at Cal Poly to tell him about the bombs. Cameron was a lab assistant at the university, and Lorraine had moved Quin and Nora into his small faculty apartment last year. As much as Nora hated Cameron, the two-bedroom apartment was the closest thing theyd ever had to a home.

Can you arrest him now? Nora said as soon as she approached Andy.

Youre late-I thought you wouldnt make it. Concern marred his handsome face.

Im sorry, she mumbled. I didnt want to take any chances. The truth was, Cameron scared her. Shed almost chickened out. But then she remembered the night Quin almost died when Cameron had her nine-year-old sister hanging banners off the freeway overpass, and she was empowered. This had to end.

Andy, the bombs-did you get my message? Are they going to arrest him now?

She knew the answer was no even before he spoke. She blinked back tears, wanting to be stronger than this.

Dont, Andy murmured, and touched her cheek with the back of his hand. Her heart skipped a beat, her skin flushed. Nora had loved Andy almost from the day she met him. Hed promised her he would protect her and Quin, put Cameron and the others in prison, where they couldnt hurt anyone. He was her guardian angel and her link to the real world, all in one. Hed shared stories about his large, fun-loving family, about the four-bedroom, one-bath house hed grown up in, where he and his five brothers and sisters fought over who showered and when. But he said it with affection and wistfulness, and there was no doubt in Noras mind that the Keenes had loved one another.

But Nora couldnt say anything about her feelings for him. Andy was twenty-five, she seventeen. When tonight was over, hed go back to D.C. They had separate lives. He was a college graduate; shed never had formal schooling. He was a federal cop; shed broken so many laws she didnt know what was legal and what wasnt. He had a job; she would need to find one to provide a home for Quin. A place where her sister would feel safe and loved. A place she never had to leave, a place to keep her things and know they would be there when she returned.

But for now, for the next twenty-four hours, Agent Andrew Keene was her only hope for a real future-without Lorraine, without Cameron, without fear. She would be emancipated and her new life would begin.

If she survived tonight.

I did everything I could, Nora. But in the end, it wasnt a solid case. He burned the security map of the power plant, and he could argue that the bombs were for a lab project.

But Ill testify! Tell the judge what they planned.

Without physical proof, the U.S. attorney wont take it to court.

Thats not fair!

Shh. He hugged her and it felt right to be here like this. She wanted to enjoy his warmth and affection but she was too worried to relax.

Andy stepped back, tilted her chin up. There is nothing they can do to damage the reactor or even create a small radiation leak, you know that, right?

She hesitated, then nodded.

Believe me, Nora. They wont even get inside the reactor building. Even if the FBI wasnt going to be crawling all over that place, theres no way theyd get past security. Lovitzs plan is pretty solid as far as getting past exterior security-and the plant will rectify that after tonight. But the rest is idiocy. The guys a lunatic.

He doesnt care about success. He wants to make a statement.

And he could get you and everyone killed trying to make that damn statement. Andy sounded more than a little angry. No one wants a fatality tonight. We are optimistic that we can make the arrests without violence.