Super Supportive

ONE HUNDRED FORTY-ONE: Waves VII

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Alden shifted Zeridee on his back and peered out of the gaping hole in the front wall of Apogee Artist Spaces.

Liam had just made it to the intersection. The mans chest was wrapped in white light; hed found some kind of flexible, glowing tubing in his studio or the wreckage. And his feet were covered nowone with a shoe, one with something Alden couldnt identify from here.

Good luck, he thought as the Brute leaped over what looked like a destroyed refrigerator and disappeared around the corner.

My turn to go.

He wanted a flashlight, but while hed listened to Liam frantically searching his ruined studio for supplies, hed decided that it would take too long to find one in this mess. Better to get off this street and to a clearer area first.

The boom rooms had only partially lived up to their names. On this hall that connected directly to the buildings entryway and exterior, most of the rooms were standing, but their doors had been blown inward by the force of the water. All kinds of things had gotten scrambled and smashed. Some of the mess had drifted into the hallway or out of the building altogether when the water retreated. He was guessing most of it had left through the giant gap where the puzzle door and the stretch of concrete wall on one side of it had once been.

There was an entire room missing there, just behind Alden and to his left. Reinforced walls had been turned to rubble, and so much of the ceiling was gone that the second floor was exposed.

He couldnt help looking back at that area one last time, wondering if he could possibly be correct about how it had happened.

It looks like a torpedo hit the front of the building and burst through there instead of just the big wave.

Hey, he said, staring at the thing he suspected of being that torpedo. You dont happen to have a package with a flashlight in you, do you?

A glowing red hand sign appeared, illuminating an odd nook in the rubble as it waved hello. It looked like something largish had been sitting there, supporting the debris as it fell all around it, and then that something had disappeared.

Now, there was a single Post Drop in the precise center of that space, standing upright.

Alden wasnt sure it was fair of him to be suspicious of the Drop. The mailbox wasnt totally unharmed. Its solar panel top was broken from where a broken pipe had hit it. The screen that was displaying the hand was shattered. And some rubble around it ruined the perfection of the strange pocket it sat in.

But the pocket was still there. It looked like it could have been created by a water bubble that had surrounded the Post Drop and launched it into Apogee. And the mailbox was in unexpectedly fantastic shape if it was a regular victim of a massive wave.

The glowing hand turned into a smiley face.

Im sorry, customer. I dont recognize you. My connection to System information seems to be malfunctioning. Please input your name on the touchscreen if youd like to send mail.

Where did you come from? Alden asked it, thinking that he might at least get the name of a location. Hed know to avoid going that way as he traveled, since missing mailboxes didnt bode well for the conditions there.

But there must not have been a programmed response for that question. The device said Im sorry, customer, again in that same tonelessly polite voice. Much more boring than the one Alden remembered from the Post Drop hed used to send his message to the Velras.

That feels like it was years ago.

Before he left home. Before he was a Rabbit. Somewhere on the other side of that chasm in his life.

He took a deep breath. All right, Zeridee. Lets go for a walk.

He stepped out of the building onto what had once been a pristine sidewalk, but before he could go any farther, a motion a few feet ahead caught his eye.

Then the light of the mailbox winked out, and he couldnt see clearly enough to make out the source of the motion anymore.

Post Drop.

The red light came back on behind him.

Im sorry, customer. I dont recogni

Alden ignored it. He took another step, debris crunching beneath his feet, and looked down. There was a small snake, curled up on top of a piece of fiberboard beside a plastic bento box decorated with cherry blossoms.

The animal wasnt moving now, but it was still in one piece.

You got washed all the way out here? That must have been a cold, scary swim.

Liams snake was pencil thin and even though Alden couldnt make out the color right now, he knew from seeing it in its habitat earlier that its patterned skin was primarily dark orange.

I hear youre friendly. But are you deadly?

He glanced at the bento. It had a lid.

Practically fate then.

Alden groaned like an old man as he bent down with Zeridees weight on his back.

The bento had a pair of chopsticks clipped to the inside of the lid.

Im neutral on snakes, he said, slipping the sticks under the creature. Im not neutral on being bitten by venomous ones. So please forgive me for poking you with these things and trapping you in a lunchbox instead of carrying you around on my nice warm body.

The snake was really sluggish. From the temperature and exhaustion, Alden assumed. It barely twitched as he scooped it into its new carrying case.

Sorry. He shut the lid on the snake and tucking the bento into his bag. The ride might be bumpy, but I think your chances are better with me than out here in the street. If you live, youll be my easiest ever rescue. So please do that.

He closed the flap on the bag and looked around him. The swift movement of the water out of this area seemed to have carried the worst of the debris away from this particular spot, but there was some unfathomable shit going on anyway.

Something that Alden could only guess was a steel industrial vat was on its side in the road right in front of him, and a mound of detritus had piled up behind it. He could barely pick out what any of it was.

Whole houses are missing. That vat is big enough for cars to disappear inside it. This is all too big to deal with mentally, never mind physically.

From the sixth floor, hed marked the general area he wanted to head toward. He was going to get out of this demolition zone and then try to dodge the places where the absence of lights indicated some other picturesque corner of Apex had been ground into suburban paste.

He patted Zeridees braid and the bag.

Finding the snake had made him feel a little better. Like it was proof that he would survive, too. He didnt care if it made sense or not.

Lets all live then, he said. How does that sound?

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Well, this looks different than it did earlier today, doesnt it?

Lute Velra stood on his toes and craned his neck to examine the crowd in the MPE gymnasium.

The facility the students in the high schools hero program used was huge, as spaces for Avowed talent training and athletics tended to be. Lots of superhumans needed room for their powers to shine, and there was plenty of that here. Usually.

Right now, Lute was wondering if they were going to have to start stacking students on top of each other to fit them all in. Like in Emilijas photo.

The image the F-rank Rabbit had taken of the human stackers outside the casino was the last bit of internet access Lute had enjoyed. And that had been over an hour ago. Hed been slow arriving here at his designated evac location because people who recognized him had kept stopping him to ask him for wordchains, and once hed realized there was a significant problem on that front, hed been trying to correct it.

Only to fail hard.

Theyre all going to think Im a greedy Velra who wont share even in a crisis. Thats what everyone is going to think no matter what I say.

The truth wasnt much better, and his reputation could hardly sink lower. So in that sense he supposed it was fine.

People bumped into him. He was still standing in the doorway that separated the buildings front vestibule from the gym itself, and the crowd was so thick that he basically couldnt move until everyone else did.

Lute was being careful about how he moved.

Hed stacked quite a few wordchains on himself, since he could still do that just fine, and he wasnt accustomed to carrying this many at once.

Hazel got her jollies by turning herself into a faux Brute. His own preferred daily chain list was more moderate.

He didnt think hed gone overboard yet, but his body still felt like an ill-fitted suit.

Self-mastery chainstwo of themwere keeping it all manageable.

He heard someone mention the Teleportation Complex, and he focused on the other boys voice, tuning out the rest of the clamor.

got in touch with Mom finally on Bilals infogear watch. Took forever. Anyway, shes night shift, and she said they had her chipping ice off the magic symbols. Some side effect from heavy use. Youd think it would be heat if it was anything, wouldnt you? She said the System was dropping hundreds of kids at once in the concourse, not even bothering with bays.It made them clear all the furniture out. She said the kids were there and gone so fast that she heard one batch yelling and crying, and when she turned around it was just voices echoing around the place. The kids were already gone on to who knows where.

Lute couldnt see the speaker through the crowd.

There was a pause, then the boy added, It was kind of scary. She said the tiles on the concourse floor were starting to crack in places. She pried up a piece because she thought she saw something strange, and there are symbols under there, too. Just like in the bays. She asked one of the security people whos worked there forever what that was about, and he said the whole building is actually a teleporter. The bays are just more refined or something.

Thats not scary, said a girl. Its cool. I didnt know that.

I wasnt done. The security man told her that the Artonans who come to do maintenance dont just work on the building. They always check the lots and the parking garage and part of the streets around the place. When he first started working there, he asked them why the full teleportation area was so big, and one of them actually answered him.

What did they say?

That the whole thing would only be used if Anesidora was no longer a suitable place to live.

Lute shivered.

This is what I get for eavesdropping, he thought. Nightmare fuel.

But in one way, it made him feel better. The System was mass teleporting people. With that plus shelters being available, his parents were probably already somewhere safe, or they would be very soon.

Mom might not even have needed a teleport. Shes almost always with Aulia.

If nothing else, Aulia was powerful.

And they couldbe living at the penthouse right now. Theyd be totally safe there.

As the throng of people finally pushed its way into the gym proper, a local interface message appeared:

[This is a secure location. Do not leave.]

Okay then, Lute muttered. I will not leave. Easy enough.

The noise level was ridiculous. A few people crying. More people laughing and joking around with their friends. There were around thirty young children in a group on the white floor, singing Donguri Korokoro with the grown-ups who were watching them.

Kids center floor! Kids center floor! Hizimen

Lute tuned out the people shouting instructions for non-Avowed. But a couple of minutes later, a young woman wearing a bright red vest over her t-shirt forced her way through the crowd toward him.

Hi! she said brightly. Are you looking for your family? Ill find them for you if you want to go ahead to the floor with the other minors.

Im an S-rank.

She looked confused for a second, then she gasped, Youre the Velra boy!

Lute bit back a sigh. Thats me.

Please dont ask me for a wordchain right now.

Im so sorry!

Its fine.

Im really sorry.

Its nothing. Im only fifteen.

But I should have recognized you! I see you all the time.You look different without yourwe both have a class in Mele Center around the same time. Im taking throat singing!

She didnt recognize me without an eye patch, Lute thought.

Hed been too flustered on his way out of the room to worry about something like that.

Anyway, the whole place is supposed to be safe, she said, but they told us to put more vulnerable people in the center of the gym floor, and less vulnerable people around the edges. If you want, you can even go sit in the side halls and classrooms. Theres more room there. For now. Doesnt look like its going to last. The uni combat facility is filling up fast, too. Dont leave the building or you might not get back in.

A little room to breathe sounded good, even if it wasnt guaranteed to last.

I wonder if I should just have stayed in my room.

The Celena North campus wasnt very close to the coast. He couldnt imagine the ocean reaching them here unless the whole country was screwed.

Lute made his way slowly through the crowd and eventually reached one of the side halls. He could actually walk in here. The classrooms were open, but all the desks were full. He didnt feel like sitting down anyway, so he wandered for a bit, poking his head inside of rooms to see what footage of the disaster was playing on the projection screens and listening in on peoples conversations.

I swear on my skill, thats what they said. The old Nilama high-rise was completely underwater for a while.

Lute wondered briefly if Paragon Academy was still there. Then he frowned. That high-rise is where Lexis family lives.

He assumed most of the newest first year hero class, including his roommates, had gotten stuck at Rosa Grove when everything went wrong.

If that place was underwater, the whole family neighborhood would be. Thats just not possible, someone said.

No. Re-read the System update. Observed effects include: forced submersionusually but not always of elementally defined objects, rapid motion of submerged materials, sudden influxes of water in limited coastal areas.

What are you saying?

A building is an object. It would be like what happened to The Span.

A girls voice chimed in. I just talked to someone in the bathroom who was there. She only just made it back to campus.

In Nilama?

At The Span!

Lute stepped aside to let a group of older teens enter the room where the discussion was taking place. A moment later, his ears picked up on another conversation happening behind him.

Youll let me know if they reply back, wont you, Vandy?

Of course I will. Just dont leave the building. We need to keep track of everyone.

Im after Helosa.

No, Sanjay. Youre after Olive. She put herself on the list before you did. It wont be long.

Lute turned. He could only make out a slice of Vandy Carissons face and torso, thanks to the gaggle of people standing around her as she sat with her back to the wall.

He moved closer, trying to see around the backside of an appallingly lazy guitarist he knew from a shared class.

Vandy had claimed one of the only outlets on the hallway, and shed plugged in one of those power strips that was made for infogear. Three of the latest model phones were linked to it by their tiny chargethreads, and all of them were currently being held by people who were texting on them. With one hand, Vandy was passing a fourth phone to that Adjuster girl who could make illusions of herself; with the other, she was writing in a spiralbound notebook.

Helosa, now that youve had your turn, would you go ask the instructors and the helpers if they have any messages that should be sent? she asked an athletic girl who was wearing sneakers with pajama shorts and a hoody. Since theyre so busy, we can do it for them. Just make sure you get names and enough information.

Vandy ripped some sheets of paper out of the notebook and passed them over.

Thanks for the mission! Helosa sprang up from her squat on the floor and raced off.

Lute took advantage of the gap left by her absence to slip even closer to Vandy.

Are all the phones hers? Where did she get so much infogear?

Shed never carried the stuff back at Paragon, and he couldnt imagine why she would suddenly have started once she got her own interface.

Vandy was wearing her gym suit. Lute wondered if it was for safety, or if shed run out of the dorms in such a hurry that the unitard was more appropriate than whatever shed had on.

Her brown hair was uncharacteristically unkempt, and strands were escaping from a cloud-shaped barrette to fall around her cheeks as she focused on the chart shed made inside her notebook. There were a ton of names on it already.

One of the phones chimed, and the boy holding it passed it to her.

Vandy read the message, wrote it down in the notebook beside someones name, then passed it back.

Why couldnt someone else have set up a calling service? Lute wondered.

She wasnt a person who would refuse to let him use the phone just because she hated him, but he still wished he didnt have to ask.

Hi, Vandy.

Her pen stopped scratching at the notebook. Her eyes met his. Lute.

Are you sharing your phones? Do you mind if I borrow one to see if I have a message?

Cyril had bought himself an infogear watch months ago, after moving out of the apartment Jessica had provided for him while Lute was growing up. The place was empty now. She had left messages suggesting Lute could have it.

He had never answered them.

When Vandy didnt reply, Lute added, Not right now or anything. Put me at the bottom of the list?

She made him wait an awkwardly long time for an answer. Just as he was growing afraid that she might actually refuse, she nodded. All right. Stay nearby. Ill call your name when its your turn.

Thank you. I appreciate

Id like a wordchain, she interrupted. Her voice was matter of fact. Mostly. Lute thought he was probably imagining the edge.

Right

She didnt mean it in a bartering way. Did she?

Do you mean I cant send a text if I dont?

Id like to be able to focus better, Vandy said, still staring at him. Im finding it difficult to concentrate on what matters right now. I will, of course, pay back the debt at a later date. And I will give you money. Isnt that how it usually works?

Matadero. Her mom. She probably is finding it difficult to concentrate.

I dont actually charge people for that kind of arrangementId do it. I really would. But, the thing is

He didnt blush. Blushing was for people who hadnt spent months learning to control their facial expressions with their self-mastery chain active.

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I cant actually target people right now, he confessed. The System assist is off, and I never learned how to do it without it.

Because why would I have needed to?

Thats ridiculous, the lurking guitarist scoffed before Vandy could reply. I can still target things. Hes lying.

Lute actually had no idea what the dudes Avowed powers were. He also didnt care.

Good for you, he said cooly. Why dont you try to target the right notes the next time you play instead of publicly humiliating your instrument? The System is no longer assisting me with targeting. I cant figure out how to do it without the Systems help. Therefore, I am not currently performing wordchains for other people.

Why would the System?

Its none of your business. Im talking to Vandy.

Her brows were drawn together. Why would the System deny you targeting assistance? she asked.

Lute groaned. Internally.

Externally, he cultivated a persona of patience and earnest apology.

You could do so much with your skill to help people tonight, Vandy said. Im surprised you havent been called for duty.

Well, said Lute, mentally cursing at his grandmother and his tattoo for not allowing him to fully explain, its a complicated situation.

Take it up with the Palace of Unbreaking! Chainer is theirs, and they do not want me to get panicky and cast chains on entire buildings full of humans who might bite it or shirk debt.

Not without some form of pre-payment anyway.

The only other explanation he could think of was that it was the System itself that didnt want to play with Chainers right now.

It wasnt just targeting that was down. Mass Bestowal was a package that came with other significant System assistance. Some of the old people had trained themselves to do things without its help, but even if Lute had been trying to learn how, he should be a decade or three away from getting there.

I assume if the crisis continues for long enough, and if the System actually needs me, Ill be able to do more, he said, hoping that satisfied Vandy.

They had a staring contest.

She doesnt look very satisfied.

If you cant do it, then

I will try for you. I tried for some other people tonight.

then its okay, Vandy finished.

Oh. She wasnt going to refuse after all.

Lute watched her write his name on the chart. There was an odd feeling in his gut.

Is your mom all right, Vandy? Do you know?

He didnt think he was allowed to ask her that.

Ill try, he said. Mental focus? Theres one I like for that. I call it zone in because the real name is such a painnever mindjust a minute.

He pressed his hands together, crossing just the ring fingers over each other in the first sign. The wordchain was one he knew well enough to cast without too much thought, so he tried to think about targeting while he whispered the words.

For all the good itll do. Hed tried on more than a dozen people already. More than once on most of them.

What in Apex was targeting anyway?

It was a brain button Lute could click on his interface. He hadlearned to do that mentally.

It was a word he could say. Or pointing with a finger. It was Hey, System, help me aim at Vandy Carisson.

When the System was ignoring you, there was none of that.

So what was there to do other thanstare really, really hard at Vandy who is staring really, really hard at me and think about pointing my magic and my soul and the attention of a wordchain at her.

Go get her, chain. Ignore me!

I am a mighty Chainer, and I command you!

Lute had made one interesting discovery because of this situation. The wordchains didnt seem to affect him when he was trying very hard to give them to another person this way. Hed accidentally hit himself with a single energy chain he hadnt wanted, but other than that, theyd just failed.

This one was going to fail, too.

I feel bad. Chainer could actually be impressive at a time like this, but its just not going to be.

Vandy was still looking at him. Shed always had striking eyes. Hed thought she was pretty that day shed made him hand over the dice to Carlotta. He still thought she was pretty now.

What an annoyance.

Finding someone hot when you had mixed feelingsheavily leaning toward bitter and embarrassedabout how theyd treated you for years and how youd treated them in return, was stupid.

Being a teenager was stupid.

That stray draft that blew some of Vandys hair toward her mouth, making her tuck it behind her ear again as she moistened her lips with her tongue was extra stupid.

Lute finished the chain.

Sorry, Vandy. I tried my

You did it after all, said Vandy. Thank you. Thats better. Im sure Ill be much more efficient now.

Did it work? he asked in surprise.

Yes, she said, already focused on adding a new column to her chart. Although the System didnt ask for my permission or inform me about what wordchain you were casting. Isnt it supposed to?

Thatsvery interesting.

It usually does.

She nodded. Its good that it worked. You should consider what you might have done differently this time from your previous attempts. Youre very powerful, Lute. You have a responsibility to take things seriously.

He stiffened, then his muscles loosened up a second later thanks to the self-mastery.

I wanted the horny killed, and she did it just like that. Remarkable.

You do always want everything to be taken seriously, dont you? he said. All right. Glad it worked for you. Say something when its my turn to use a phone. Ill hear you.

He strode off, trying to look unbothered. Probably succeeding.

Shes just doing her version of the right thing, like always. Its good that she doesnt realize she made you cry the last time she suggested you might take being an Avowed seriously.

Her moms on Matadero. Give her break.

The mood fell away from him as he walked down the hall. It was the wrong time to be hung up on such a small thing. Something had gone seriously wrong. The System was issuing disaster alerts.

It was impossible to feel personally endangered when he was surrounded by bright lights, instructors, and hundreds of teenagersmany of whom were more excited and intrigued by the drama of what was happening than frightened. But there were still some quiet, worried faces around him. And every time Lute saw one it made him feel the knot in his own chest more acutely.

He didnt think anything bad couldve happened to his parents. Not really. Evacuations were happening all over Apex and F-City. The System was helping. Adult Avowed were helping. Most of the hero program faculty and Principal Juma from Sciences were out there right now. There were hyperboles on duty. There were wizards.

Its fine, right?

Hed feel a lot better after hed used the phone.

Mom can probably get her hands on infogear, too. Even on a night like tonight. Shes good at things like that.

He found a patch of wall to lean against and tried to figure out how hed targeted Vandy Carisson. Is it because shes an S, too? I dont think that should make a difference, but maybe it could.

Beside him, two girls were having a conversation about how the tips of the Apex crescent were being completely emptied of people.

My Grandpa has a house in Punta de la Luna, said a girl.

That place is so nice. They have big yards. And the boardwalk, her friend replied.

Dad said Grandpa called him from the train, fiery mad that some speedster had told him he had to leave. He said they were just going to let the whole place go to the fish, and what did that say about the fighting spirit of Avowed?

Is your grandpa a superhero?

No. Hes a Morph actor. Have you ever seen Love Across Dimensions? He plays all the characters. Do you think they should really just let whole neighborhoods go like that, though?

Well, its a tiny area surrounded by ocean on three sides. I just hope they get everyone out before

Lute, Vandy said from the other end of the hall, its your turn next.

He was able to pick out her voice even though she hadnt spoken that loudly. Surprised and relieved his chance had come so much sooner than hed expected, he headed back toward her.

When he reached her, she passed him one of the phones. It was warm from being held in so many hands.

The screens on these new models automatically recognize you once you give them permission to id you as the current user, and any messages youve received will appear in the inbox. You get to hold it for three minutes and send as many messages as you can in that time.

Challenge accepted, thought Lute, the fingers of his right hand already flickering over the devices keypad.

The inbox was showing up as empty. He hated that. Hed really thought one of them would have gotten their hands on a phone by now, but maybe they were in the same situation as him, stuck waiting in line for someone at a shelter to share.

When you get done, its best if you tell the phone it can deliver your messages to me for the night, said Vandy. That way any that have come in will pop up automatically whenever I hold it, and Ill send a runner to find you as soon as I get one for you. Otherwise youll have to wait for another turn to check the phone yourself.

Okay. Ill give permission. I actually thought it would take much longer for my turn to come, though, he said, finishing addressing a general alive and well message to his parents and, for good measure, Aimi. You have so many names on the chart. Youre moving through them really fast.

Vandy glanced up at him and then back down. No. Were already behind schedule. You were just on a shorter list because I assumed you were trying to get in touch with your parents.

Lute sent a message to a couple of people his dad sometimes hung out with, asking if theyd seen him tonight. Then he started one to Aunt Hikari.

She was so responsible that shed definitely answer if she happened to see it.

Next Ill do Roman. He likes to gossip so he might know things

And then Ill send something to the guys.

What Vandy had said suddenly registered, but he didnt want to waste his time with the phone to ask questions. Just as his three minutes were approaching their end, the device pinged, and Lutes thumb shot down to accept the message.

Oh. Haoyus just sent me something.

Thats a really long text. Wow.

Haoyu wrote me a book, he said. I cant read it in the next four seconds.

Haoyu texted you? Vandy looked up. Then down. Then around. You can have it for one more minute.

Lute raised an eyebrow. Shes breaking a rule.

He was one hundred percent sure she was doing it for Haoyu, not for him. But he read the message gladly.

They all got off the bridge? Since when were they on the bridge?!

And it doesnt sound like Alden and Lexi are with him. But he says theyre all safe.

Haoyu had signed the message Foe Cooker.

Clinging to the phone for a bit longer after his extra minute was up was tempting, but Lute passed it back.

Why was I on a short list? he asked. Arent most people here trying to get in touch with their parents?

Yes, said Vandy. But I made a separate section of the chart for people who had more reason to be worried about family members.

Because theyre not Avowed? I thinkthat was thoughtful of her.

Theyre probably fine, he said, as much to himself as to her. I dont know exactly where they are, but the System is teleporting people away from dangerous areas, right?

Everyone on campus had just been told to walk to shelters since they had the high school and uni gyms.

Vandy exchanged a look with Olive, who was sitting beside her, wearing a pink jacket backwards.

Their faces

What? Lute asked.

The Systems the one in charge of teleporting people, said Olive. Its doing it in an unexpected way. Not like most people are thinking it should. Either its in serious emergency control mode or the Artonans areI guess theres not a real difference.

Are you saying its not teleporting everyone out of dangerous areas?

Vandy set aside her pen. Lute was now officially afraid of whatever she was going to say.

Its teleportation priority order seems to be based on several different factors according to what weve heard and the messages weve been receiving. All non-Avowed below the age of twenty definitely received the highest priority.

Right, said Lute. Like Apex emergency priority.

Vulnerable people first.

But after evacuating minors, its second priority seems to be something more like combat force preservation, said Vandy. Balanced with consideration for an individuals immediate risk but not as much as we might expect.

We just took a message from someone who said if you reject your teleport, you dont get another no matter how much trouble you get yourself into, Olive piped up. And then you have to consider how the System is teleporting around all of the people who are fighting the ocean and performing in-person rescues.

Back up, said Lute. What does combat force preservation mean?

Vandy looked uncomfortable. It means what it sounds like. But dont worry. There are tall buildings and shelters all over the place. Any inland skyscraper should be an excellent evacuation spot.

There is no way, thought Lute, that my parents fall into any category that Vandy Carisson might call a combat force.

Almost everyone, said Vandy, will be fine.

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This is a loooong walk, Natalie Choir said, trying to hold a small pink umbrella over herself and Hadiza at the same time. Whew. Okay! Im sure we are just about to reach Bunker Street. Yay! Stay positive! Hadiza, are your feet all right?

They have been better. Hadiza was looking down at the high heels shed worn for their Friday night out. My skill makes them beautiful. Not comfortable.

You can take them off soon. EmilijaumGo, Emilija! Good Emilija! Smiles!

Emilija sighed. Go, Natalie, she said in a heavy accent, twirling her own umbrella a little. Good Natalie. Smiles.

Natalie held a hand up for a high five, and Emilija obliged her before turning to Hadiza and giving the Nigerian girl a pained look.

She thinks you are someone who gets too loud when nervous, Natalie, Hadiza said. I can tell by her face.

Im going to learn Lithuanian after this! Natalie announced. Its the obvious thing to do.

New Sybaris was near the coast. The whole district had cleared out and headed inland when the sirens started. The Rabbit girls had all three been told to head to the same place to seek safety.

Timer, said Emilija quietly.

Mines longer now, too, Hadiza said.

Mine, too. Again. But I wasnt going to mention it this time because we are almost there. I can practically smell Bunker Street from here.

They were in a throng of people waiting to cross a street with a less auspicious name. The traffic had stopped obeying lights in some places, which wasnt helping when it came to getting around.

Left, said Emilija.

The other two looked at her.

Left? Hadiza asked.

Emilija pointed left, made a walking motion with two of her fingers, then pointed straight ahead.

Well follow you, Natalie said. Lead, lead!

Emilija set off, and they hurried after her. Not long after, a man walking on the sidewalk behind them suddenly let out a relieved sound, and as they all three turned to look, he disappeared. The black umbrella that had been in his hand hit the ground with a clatter.

Hadiza mumbled something.

Emilija said, No fair.

It was what they had started saying every time someone was teleported away to instant safety.

No fair, Hadiza agreed.

No fair. But free umbrella! One for each of us. Natalie thrust the pink umbrella toward Hadiza and ran over to pick up the one the man had dropped. This is a big one. Would either of you like it?

At that moment, their interfaces flared:

[Local Update: Bunker Street shelter at capacity. Head north to Norsehorse Condominiums.]

Natalie bit her lip. Thatsnew. Not bad. Just new instructions.

Hadiza was glaring at her own notice.

Emilijas hands were clenched at her sides. Why? she whispered.

It says its full, Natalie said.

Why? Emilija demanded, throwing aside her umbrella to stare up at the sky.

She probably wonders why we were sent to a shelter that would be filled before we reached it, Hadiza said. I wonder too.

Maybe the System made a mistake?

Does it do that? Hadiza asked. Then her eyes widened. Emilija? Emilija! Where are you going?

Emilija had taken off running.

That isnt north! Hadiza called.

She and Natalie chased after their friend down the street, then across it onto another, both of them arguing with her and yelling at her. She yelled back one and two word answers in English that didnt do enough to explain what the matter was.

Then they started to hear the sounds of the mob.

Emilija slowed down. The others did as well. They passed a sign that said Bunker Street Entry 2, and their own fight was forgotten as they were met with a much more serious one.

What is this? Hadiza breathed.

They stood on a one-way lane that intersected Bunker Street. A horde of people, shouting demands and swearing in a dozen languages, stood between them and the entrance to the bunker that the street had been named for. A section of the street itself had lifted like a hatch to reveal a wide ramp that led down below the surface. Men and women with red rings of light over their heads were trying to push the crowd back from the opening. Someone shot a spell at a man whod scaled the massive hatch from behind, and he fell, bellowing.

Natalie shrieked, then covered her mouth with her hands, backing away.

She bumped into Hadiza, who never even blinked.

[Warning: Hazard in your area. Do not interfere with Avowed on assignment. Avowed on assignment are indicated on your interface.]

We dont stay here, said Hadiza suddenly. She grabbed Emilija by the arm. Come with us. Lets go.

Emilija was gazing at the bunker. Her chest was heaving. Her eyes started to water.

Whats wrong? Natalie asked. Emilija, whats wrong? We just need to keep walking. Were getting farther and farther from the coast with every step. Its all right.

The older girl said something in Lithuanian, her voice shaking.

Hadiza and Natalie looked at each other.

Timer, said Emilija, wiping at her eyes and spinning around to start back the way theyd come.

Did yours change again? Hadiza said.

No timer for me, said Emilija. None. Its gone.

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Alden was exhausted.

He knew because hed started stumbling. First over one piece of rubbish hed misjudged, then another.

The next street will be clear. The next. Keep going, he told himself. You can take the stimulant when you get just a little farther. Dont want it to wear off.

At least its not that LeafSong shit that almost blew up your heart.

Rrorro had literally healed his heart. That was sobering. He usually thought about other things shed healed because those sessions had happened when he was more coherent and in more pain.

But a heart is a pretty important body part, and mine had to be healed. Lets not do that again.

His Artonan tablet was in his hand, screen pointed toward his feet. It didnt actually have a flashlight feature, so hed set it to play one of Kibbys saved videos as bright as it could.

Alden, she was saying, when we see each other again, how different will you be?

It was one of her sweeter messages.

Kibby had many modesscientist, moralizer, reminiscer, teacher. This particular mode was different, and it didnt crop up as often in the videos as it had in person, which was a great thing. But Alden still found its reappearance touching.

For example, said Kibby, you might grow even taller than Distinguished Master Ro-den. You might also grow to have different opinions about people. Even people you know very well. Like me. Do you think those two things might happen to you?

So sneaky Kibby. I will definitely never know which question you actually want answered if you distract me by mentioning me growing even taller than Joe.

Humans become adults more quickly than Artonans, she said. Maybe you are becoming different faster than you realize. I think you should think about it and you should tell me your thoughts.

My thoughts are that every time you worry about something so silly I have to increase the size of our someday matching tattoos by ten percent.

I will never have a different opinion about you, Kibby said. But that doesnt mean that youre the same.

I think I dont like how I answered this message. Hed reassured her that hed never stop liking her and she wouldnt find his personality that different when they met again, but hed been less open than he mightve been if they were face to face. A little too aware of the fact that others might see it. Ill redo it as soon as I dont look like hell.

He trudged on until he finally made it to a street that looked normal. Except for the power being out and the place being abandoned.

It had taken forever. As his reward, he gave himself the stimulant. He felt better instantly. Not wonderful, but well enough to keep going.

With his newfound energy and his auriad, he broke into a house that looked like it belonged on the cover of an architectural magazine and ignored the high-pitched screeching of an alarm while he committed burglary.

I should have done this before I even left Punta de la Luna, Alden said to Zeridee and the snake while he sat on a bench at the foot of a king sized bed and put on thick socks and a pair of boots. Hindsight. In the future, we resort to crime faster.

He stuffed the sandals into his bag in case something happened to the boots.

The people who lived here kept their flashlights in the pantry, which was not one of the first places Alden had looked, but at least once he found them, all of them worked.

I owe them for three flashlights, the socks and shoes, and a cherry cola, he thought when he was done with his quick supply run. And one door.

Hed used his crushing spell on the knob to get inside, and he was carrying the pieces away with him. If the house survived the night, he thought the presence of a perfectly pancaked doorknob would be more suspicious than no doorknobs at all.

As he set out, he marked a new building he wanted to head toward. It had two flashing antennas on the top.

I can do this. It really cant be that far until I find people. Lots of people.

Humanity, not just isolated daredevils or murderers.

Hed been periodically peeking at the scratchpad Liam had given him, hoping that the man had found his sister and shed activated the other half. So far there had been nothing.

Ten minutes later, as he was checking a car parked on a curb for keys, the sound of water reached him. Alden lifted the flashlight and spun in circles.

Where is it? And where is it headed?

This street seemed fine.

Just as he was realizing that the source of the noise must be more distant than hed feared, the flashlight beam illuminated the car, and he stopped, staring at the raindrops on the hood that hadnt completely dried from the last drizzle.

They were oozing slowly in the direction he wanted to go.

Thatsnot great.

I cant knowingly head toward whats got to be a growing problem. But I shouldnt backtrack either.

A sheet of papera flyer torn from its home no doubtfluttered past him. Alden hesitated for a few seconds more, trying to think around his nerves, then he set out at a diagonal, hoping that would take him forward without putting him in harms way.

Zeridee, Tiny Snake, were still moving. Thats what counts. Our night has already sucked enough now, and its time for it to get better.

Talking to his passengers was as good a way to stay motivated as any.

The diagonal path hed set took him back onto streets strewn with evidence that flooding had taken place. The debris grew thicker and thicker, and after a careful examination of some very still water that had collected on the lid of an overturned garbage can, Alden decided it was safe enough to switch back to a more direct route.

Not long after that, in a place where the debris from some large movement of water had been deposited in a huge drift, he found the bodies.

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