The Gender Game 5 (The Gender Fall)(18)

I gave her a grateful look. “All right. Is there anything else?”

“I should add that the move from Ashabee’s manor to this location was mostly successful,” Ms. Dale continued. “Thanks to the refugees, we were able to drive most of the vehicles in one big caravan, and fit all our people and supplies. We were able to move most of the items from the warehouse, as well as Solomon—but there were a few things left behind that we might want to go get.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Amber chimed in, looking at Ms. Dale. “By now, they will have figured out we were using the house for a while, and will likely be watching it, waiting to see if we come back.”

“There’s also the fact that they have Amber’s father,” added Owen. “If they’ve tortured him…”

“They might not be torturing him,” Amber said, although by her tone of voice, I could tell she hoped they were.

“They are,” Thomas cut in darkly. “Why wouldn’t they? They would’ve already pieced together that something was wrong when their patrol never checked back in. It would be the first thing they’d do. It’d be the first thing I’d do. It’s better to think about this in terms of worst possible outcomes, so that we can take every precaution foreseeable.”

“That’s why I’ve secured King Maxen at an alternate location,” added Ms. Dale. “It’s also where I’m holding Solomon. I’m the only one, besides the guards I placed with them, who knows where it is, and the guards check in with me regularly.” She shot me an apologetic look as she continued. “The precaution is necessary to prevent anyone else from being leveraged like Violet was.”

I nodded, carefully considering her words, repressing an irrational flare of anger. I knew she wasn’t placing blame on Violet, but it was hard not to feel like she was. Violet had jeopardized a key part of our plan by bringing Maxen, but she had also taken pains to make sure he got out in the confusion—and had lost her brother in the process. Everyone in the room knew it.

“I agree,” I said. “Better to be cautious than foolhardy. Melissa, if we assume Ashabee is compromised, is this location secure?”

“It is, reasonably. Ashabee pointed out a few places, including an abandoned farm, but I actually found this place on my own, on a lark. He didn’t know about it, so that makes it safe. For now.”

I accepted this with a nod and then looked around. “Anything else?”

Everyone shook their heads, and I nodded again. “All right. Let’s get to it, then. Amber, Owen—discuss what you’ll need for the mission before you get packed up. I want a list for Ms. Dale, so we can keep our inventory organized. Bring it back to me before you head out.”

The effect of my declaration was immediate. Thomas slipped out of the room, muttering about plans and strategies, while Amber and Owen nodded and scooted closer together, quietly discussing what they needed as Amber scribbled on a piece of paper.

Ms. Dale got up and moved over to me, resting a hand on my shoulder, dragging my attention from the two of them. “How is she, really?” she asked, and I sighed, rubbing my eyes in a futile attempt to relieve the headache starting to form.

“She’s going to get worse if we don’t get her that help,” I replied, and Ms. Dale squeezed my shoulder tightly.

“She’s tough. And you made a good call tonight. Several, actually, but the one about the Liberators… I’ve thought it over, and it’s a good idea. They have training, and they can help us. I’m just glad you came to the decision.” I gave her a curious look, and she shot me a half-smile, her expression wistful. “I thought if I brought it up, it would seem too… self-interested.”

Frowning, I reached up and covered her hand with mine, giving her a little squeeze back. “How is he?” Ms. Dale knew I was referring to Henrik. She didn’t respond, but I could tell when her expression froze into that unreadable mask that his prognosis still wasn’t good. “We’ll get them to come,” I told her, confident. “Dr. Tierney will be able to help him.”

Ms. Dale gave me a hard look. “You and I are too old to believe in miracles, Mr. Croft.”

“Whoa—I’m not that old,” I retorted. “But please, tell me, what was the earth like before the destruction of mankind?”

She withdrew her hand and smacked me smartly on the arm, but she was smiling, a twinkle in her eyes. I chuckled as I rubbed the spot, and then turned to Amber and Owen, who were in the process of rising from their chairs. Owen handed me the list, and I skimmed it, noting the subvocalizers on the equipment list.