Tolan.â
Now Iâm the one whoâs grinding my teeth. âThatâs great, Martin. Thatâs just wonderful. Every time you take a stand, Iâm the one who ends up paying for it. I worked my ass off at the magnet academy so that I would be a shoe-in for every award. Then everything fell apart and you brought us out here. But did you hear me complain about it even once? No, I didnât. I just accepted the fact that I would have to work a few years and save up the money to pay for it myself. And thatâs fine, Martin. Iâm willing to do that. But I am not willing to do this. Iâm not leaving again.â If Martin has any kind of rebuttal, I donât give him the chance to make it. Iâm already marching out the room.
âThirty days, Jack.â He calls after me. âI can cover us for thirty days.â
âA lot can happen in thirty days,â I reply.
Upstairs, I slam my bedroom door shut. I didnât tell Martin about Arcadian because I know heâll never let me do it. However, thatâs not really his call anymore, is it? If Martin can make rash decisions that affect our future then surely I can do the same. Martin made his decision, now itâs time for me to make mine. Martin may be all out of options, but Iâm not. I can do it. I can run us out of this mess.
I dig my thin screen out of my backpack and drop it onto the desk. Place it in hologram mode and call Dex. âHey, Jack,â he answers. âWhatâs going on?â
I donât say anything, and he sees it almost immediately.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âDex, I need you to tell me everything I need to know about running the sneakernet.â
Dexter stares at me with surprise. âHermes?â
I shake my head and hold up the card for him to see. âArcadian.â
Dexterâs surprise turns to disbelief. âHow the hellâ¦â
âThey tapped me in the tunnel this afternoon. And then just now I found out about this thing between Martin at the syndicate ⦠I have no choice, Dex. Iâm going for it.â
Dexter sighs. I know heâs not jealous of me, but I also know what itâs like to watch someone else get the thing you want more than anything, even if that someone is your best friend. Dexter always thought heâd be the one running for Arcadian one day. We all thought that.
âAre you absolutely sure you want to do this?â he asks.
âYes.â
âI mean it, Jack. Tracing the sneakernet is nothing to play at. Itâs all or nothing. You either get into it with everything youâve got, or you donât get into it at all. That goes double for Arcadian. All of their transports are high value.â
I look down at the card. When security is the only option . Then back to Dex. âI know that,â I say. âI know that, and Iâm in.â
When Security is the Only Option
5
The beige sedan is so nondescript that I donât even notice it until it pulls up alongside me. Bigsby is behind the wheel. I guess itâs implied that heâs there to pick me up. The front door is locked. I release the handle and wait for him to unlock it, but he flicks his thumb at the back seat instead. I get in.
The beginning of the ride is strained. Bigsby doesnât respond to the simplest of platitudes. Whether itâs by orders or by choice, his lips are sealed. Even when I ask him about the work. âSo how long have you been running for Arcadian?â
No answer.
âYou donât have to go into details, I just want to know what to expect.â
Hands two and ten on the wheel, eyes on the road.
âCome on, Bigs. Donât be like that. Weâre on the same team here.â
Bigs eyes me in the rearview mirror, his way of saying he doesnât like that one bit. Thatâs when I let it go. I donât know what his problem is, but itâs of no concern to me. We ride in silence for a few minutes
Steven Booth, Harry Shannon