Robin Benway - Going Rouge
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It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine.
BILLY COLLINS,
On Turning Ten
Going in circles, its a vicious cycle This is a crash course, this aint high school.
JAY-Z,
American Dreamin
In September 2004, French police discovered a hidden chamber in the catacombs under Paris. It contained a full-size movie screen, projection equipment, a bar, a pressure cooker for making couscous, a professionally installed electricity system, and at least three phone lines. Movies ranged from 1950s noir classics to recent thrillers.
When the police returned three days later, the phone and power lines had been cut and there was a note on the floor:
Do not try to find us.
from www.futilitycloset.com/2005/03/14/underground-cinema/
Roux?
Nothing.
Roux?
Still nothing.
Roux!
Ssshh! Im thinking!
I glanced up from my lock and key to see my best friend, Roux, frowning at a tiny magnetic chessboard. How long does it take to move one chess piece? I asked her. Youve been sitting there for nearly an hour.
Did anyone ever ask Catherine the Great how long it took her to take over her husbands army? Roux asked, her eyes never leaving the board. Or Elizabeth the First how long it took her to do whatever she did? No. So sssshh.
But they were royalty. You
I dare you to finish that sentence. Really. I dare you.
I sighed and sat back in my desk, restless and ready to leave. We had been at an SAT prep class for most of the afternoon (Rouxs absentee parents had forced her to register because they read about it in New York magazines Whats Right Right Now issue while stuck on a plane to Milan; I enrolled because Roux threatened to end our friendship if I didnt), but Roux was in no hurry to leave. We were in some lecture hall at NYU, where the one bright spot was the central air-conditioning. Manhattan had been engulfed in a late-August heat wave for nearly a week, and I was pretty sure that our prep class had a few stragglers that just wanted to escape the heat and had no interest in learning about analogies and test-taking secrets.
Roux was still bent over her chessboard, muttering to herself. Angelo, a family friend and pretty much my surrogate uncle, had taught Roux the rules of chess last spring, and they had been engaged in a summer-long game that seemed never ending. He refused to play online, though, which meant Roux had to keep the game going on her travel chess set.
Roux seems to be quite good at scheming and masterminding, Angelo had commented soon after their game started.
And this surprises you how? I replied.
Touch.
But Roux also had a soft, mushy side, and she was one of the most trustworthy people I knew. Youre like a Cad-bury egg, I had once tried to explain to her. Youve got this hard shell, but inside youre all sweet and mushy and gooey.
She waited a few seconds before socking me in the shoulder.
Ow!
Can a Cadbury egg do that? Thats what I thought.
Despite her prickly personality, wed been friends from the moment we met last year. And she was one of only two people who knew my most secret of secrets, that Angelo, my parents, and I all worked as spies for a secret organization known as the Collective.
I guess you could describe the Collective as a sort of rogue, secretive Robin Hood organization. We try to right wrongs, return money to retirement accounts, expose the bad guys for who they are without ever revealing ourselves. This time last year, I was in Reykjavk with my parents, exposing a human trafficking ring. Weve been all over the world, but after a near disaster last fall, we now call Manhattan home.
At least for now.
Wait a minute, Roux said, sitting up straight with an evil grin spreading across her face. Waaaait a minute. Oh, youre dead, Angelo. God save the queen because here she comes. She expertly moved one of her pieces, keeping one finger on top of the figure until she was sure, then let go with a triumphant cry.
Hes going to weep when he sees that genius move I just made! she crowed. You can tell him I said that.
Cant wait, I said. Can we go now? I gestured toward the lock in front of me. It was complicated, and I had made exactly zero progress on trying to pick it. This is frustrating me and I want to throw it out the window.
Roux peered down at the monstrosity. What the hell is that?
I sighed. Annoying locks are annoying. I cant crack it at all, but Angelo told me that I had to try and figure it out while he was gone.
Hes so irritating that way. Roux nodded in sympathy. Whens he coming back?
Dunno. I flicked at the lock with my fingernail, but it refused to unlock itself. Hes been gone almost two months, though. Too long.
I know, right? Do you know what its like to have to play travel chess with someone out of the country? Roux sighed in what Im sure she thought was solidarity. But cmon, youre the best lock picker and safecracker that I know. You can do it. Rah, rah, rah and oh, screw it. I cant fake enthusiasm in this heat. I need to save my energy.
I glanced at her. How many safecrackers do you know?
She shrugged. Hundreds, for all I know. You spies are a sneaky bunch.
She had a point.
Cmon, lets go, I said. Ill try to figure this out later.
So where is our assassin friend, anyway? Roux asked as we got our bags together.
For the millionth time, I said with a sigh, Angelo is not an assassin. He handles documents and currency. End of.
Suuuure hes not an assassin, Roux said. You just cant tell me because youd be compromising my safety. She gave me a huge, exaggerated wink and then nudged me in the ribs. I get it.
But I was telling her the truth about Angelo. He wasnt an assassin; he handled the paper trail: phony passports and birth certificates, drivers licenses, and Social Security cards. Whatever documents my family needed, he provided.
My moms the computer hacker in our family. She can get into huge computer mainframes, pull up incriminating e-mails that most people would never be able to find, and hide her tracks without even breaking a sweat. My dads the linguist and statistician, which doesnt sound awesome until you hear him start shouting in German to create a distraction so my mom can drop a tracker into a corrupt businessmans jacket pocket. (You havent lived until youve shouted German curse words with your dad in a Tokyo airport. Its pretty great.)
I was, as Roux so nicely pointed out, an excellent lock picker and safecracker. Angelo had taught me some tricks of the trade when I was a toddler, but now I had surpassed even his talents. Go fly, little Jedi, he had said to me after I broke into the safe that he had given me for Christmas last year, which made me happy because it meant he had watched all the Star Wars DVDs I had given him.
My phone buzzed as Roux and I gathered up our bags and chess games, and I glanced at the screen to see two texts from my boyfriend, Jesse. I tucked my phone away without reading them. I dont know why, but I like to read his texts in private. It makes them feel more special, more personal, more mine.
Jesse? Roux asked. You have that dopey, love-struck look on your face.
Shut up some more. I grinned. You ready?
Ready to face that unrelenting, diabolical heat? No.
You should be a writer.
She snorted out a laugh. BOOOOR-RING! Cmon, lets go so you can call your boyfriend and say a bunch of gooey, lovey things to him.
Yeah, because that really
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