Mari Mancusi - Scorched

SCREECH!

Connors eyes flew open. Blinding white lights barreled toward him at breakneck speed. No time to think, he hurled himself to the side, adrenaline igniting the reflexes hed honed in boot camp. A bright blue metal monstrosity shot past him, wailing an angry protest in its wake.

That was close. Too close. Sucking in a breath, he crawled up onto a nearby platform, trying to gain his bearings. Shiny hunks of metal machinerylike the one that had nearly crushed himlined the road, dark and silent, while others cruised by, determined white lights chasing brilliant red tails. They reminded him of something hed once seen on the Surface Lands. Cars, his father had called them. Of course they looked a lot different when living, breathing, and not caked with rust.

But that meantA smile crept to his lips.

It had worked. It had actually worked.

Well, what do you know, he murmured, drawing in a lungful of the freshest air hed ever breathed in all his seventeen years, with zero smoky aftertaste. It was crisp. Colder than theyd predicted for August in Texas. So cold, in fact, he could see his breath reflected in puffy clouds as he exhaled. Shivering a littlehis travel jumper was definitely not made for this kind of weatherhe found himself gazing up into an open sky littered with stars and anchored by a bright, full moon. The vastness of the universe unabashedly spread out before him made him a little dizzy.

Maybe I should make a wish, he considered, remembering the old rhyme his mother used to sing. Star light, star bright

Wish my supplies would arrive all right, the soldier in him finished, reminding him he wasnt on some pleasant stargazing holiday. His eyes reluctantly left the sky, scanning the ground below, searching for his canister. One couldnt travel with ones belongings, theyd told him in the debriefing, except for specially designed clothing. Something about splitting up different types of molecules. The essential items theyd sent to aid his mission would be arriving separately. In a titanium pod. Right about

A large metal cylinder shot through the sky, almost knocking him out before bouncing harmlessly to the ground.

now.

What in Gods good name was that?

Connor whirled around to find the largest woman hed ever seen exiting one of the nearby apartment buildings. He tried not to gape at her immense frame, wrapped securely in a black, puffy coat. What rations must these people be allotted in order to gain such girth? As three equally well-fed and well-dressed young boys filed out behind her, his mind flashed to the orphans of Strata-D. Their rail-thin frames, their hollow, hungry eyes

He set his jaw. Just another reminder of how important this mission truly was.

As he watched, the three boys scrambled past their mother, eagerly circling the titanium capsule, eyes shining with interest. One reached down, daring to touch it

Connor swept in, neatly scooping up his belongings. As the children squawked in protest, he held up his free hand. Its okay, he tried to assure them. Its just my

Get away from my kids, you freak! Mom was now on the scene, waving one hand threateningly at Connor, the other fumbling at her coat pocket. For a split second, he feared she was reaching for a weapon. Instead, she pulled out a small, black plastic device. Some kind of primitive transcriber?

See something, say something, she muttered to her children, waving them behind her, as she frantically started pressing at the screen. Thats what they say to do. Cant let the terrorists win.

Please, Connor pleaded, taking a few steps backward, his mind desperately searching for a rational explanation for the canister falling from the sky. Preferably one that didnt require prior knowledge of quantum physics. He was supposed to be blending in, not making a scene. He wasnt exactly off to an auspicious start.

His eyes lit upon an open window, two stories up, red-checkered curtains fluttering in the night sky. Mygirlfriend, he stammered, his mind reaching for the proper terminology as he waved his arm in the direction of the window. She tossed me out. He gave the woman his best sheepish smile, then held up the canister. Told me to take my gear and never come back. The woman narrowed her eyes, staring at him for a moment, then up at the open window. Connor realized belatedly that she could very well know the girl who lived in the apartment above or know that there was no girl to begin with. This wasnt like back home; people here knew their neighbors, shared cups of sugarthat sort of thing. Had he just made a huge mistake?

Believe me, he pushed, in a feeble attempt to try to bend her will. Believe me and walk away.

But it was no use. The trip had left him completely depleted. And he had no idea how long it would take to regenerate his spark. Hed be forced to do things the old-fashioned wayat least for the foreseeable future.

Whats her name?

Connor startled. What?

Her name, the woman repeated. Your girlfriend who threw you out. Does she have a name? She gave him a pointed stare, as if daring him to answer, her fingers still hovering dangerously close to her transcriber.

Oh right. Her name is

His mind went blank. Completely blank. Come on, Connor. A name! Any name! He could feel her eyes upon him, sharp, assessing, as they took in his strange clothes with growing suspicion. He had to do somethingsay somethingand fast. Before it was too late. Her name is

With one fluid movement, he ripped open the capsule, his fingers diving for his gun. Before the woman could even grasp his intentions, he had the weapon trained on her face. Her name is get the hell back! he growled. And I suggest you do as she says.

The womans eyes bulged and a small squeak escaped her lips. Staggering back, she held up her hands in surrender, her transcriber falling from her meaty grasp and clattering to the pavement below. Her children screamed, latching on to their mother, their innocent little faces mirroring her terror as Connor narrowed his eyes, doing his best to look desperate and dangerous. As if he were the type of guy who shot down mothers and children in cold blood every day before breakfast.

Please, mister, the woman begged, fat tears streaming down her cheeks. You can have everything. Just let us go. She shrugged her bag off her shoulder, allowing it to fall to the ground. Theres plenty of cash in there. Take it all. Just dont hurt my kids.

Connor sighed, lowering his gun. Andso much for blending in.

Its okay, he tried to assure her, guilt gnawing at his insides. Hed meant to stop her from making her call, not scare her and her family half to death. I promise Im not going to hurt you.

Im the good guy, he wanted to add. The one they sent to save your world.

But of course he couldnt tell her that. It would just bring up too many unanswerable questions. And he had to get a move on anywaycatalog his gear, get changed, locate the museum. Do a little preliminary scouting before introducing himself to the girl. He had a lot to accomplish in the next four monthsbefore the Reckoning dayand, as his father would say, there was no time like the present.