The Gender Game 5 (The Gender Fall)(69)

“Where should Viggo and Owen be now?” I asked him, and he nodded. A few more clicks on the keyboard, and a blue triangle appeared on the map.

Ms. Dale came up beside me and watched intently as well. “That’s good, Violet. Thomas, eliminate all but four or five of the proposed troop locations. I can’t imagine they would commit any more than that, and even that might be a bit excessive.”

I watched as several of the red hexagons disappeared from the map, only a handful remaining. “Of course, this is only conjecture,” said Thomas. “But if I were them, that’s where I would be.”

Ms. Dale took a step back, nodding. “You were right to send them south,” she said. “We can find a spot to cover the heloship while we check the boy for trackers so we can airlift them out of the area. Can you show me what the area is like forty to fifty miles away?”

The map on the screen shifted left, revealing more of the geography beyond the camp, the lines moving in wavy ovals and circles that grew wider or closer together, depending on the elevation. Thomas continued to scroll until Ms. Dale’s hand shot out, pointing at a spot.

“There,” she said, tapping the screen. It was a low valley, surrounded by four hills. “We can bring the heloship in here.” Her gaze was steady on the map, and she pointed to a spot less than a mile away. “Have them meet us there.”

Thomas frowned, his eyes studying the screen from behind his spectacles. “It’s bad terrain,” he announced. “It’ll take them at least two hours to get there.”

Ms. Dale turned and nodded solemnly. “It is really bad terrain,” she agreed, sounding almost pleased. “But it’s equally bad for the enemy. They’re going to be tracking them using the boy. But it’s the best shot we have at getting them out before anybody catches up with them.”

“Dr. Arlan will need to go,” I said. Ms. Dale and Thomas looked at me as I worked the plan out in my head. “Someone has to cut the tracker out, assuming the boy has one, and Dr. Tierney is busy caring for Quinn and Henrik, so…”

“You’re right,” said Ms. Dale. “And good idea—the rest of us won’t have to dig around in him blindly looking for it.”

A thought occurred to me, and I frowned. “Thomas, do you know anything about trackers that are put into gels or liquids?”

He cocked his head at me, frowning. “Uh, no. Why do you ask?”

“When I was working with Lee, Desmond’s son, he had trackers you could put into someone’s drink. It would stay in their system for two weeks, and then get flushed out. I was just wondering, just in case—”

“In case the boy doesn’t have one surgically implanted,” Thomas concluded for me. “No, I don’t have any experience with them. They may be new and rare Matrian technology, or maybe it was something Lee developed on his own.”

I glanced at Ms. Dale, noting her look of dismay. “So even if the boy doesn’t have anything implanted under the skin, he still might be tagged?” she said. “That’s disconcerting.”

Looking down at the table, I sighed. “I agree. We might have to consider leaving him behind.” I hated the way those words sounded in the air, but I couldn’t leave a single option unexamined, not with our entire camp in the balance. My cousin’s children flashed before my eyes, reminding me what was at stake. As much as I hated it, I knew in my heart that just because we couldn’t find a tracker under his skin didn’t mean we could bring the boy back with us.

“I might be able to whip up a scanner of sorts,” Thomas announced abruptly. His head was tilted up toward the ceiling, exposing the folds of his neck. He spun slightly in his chair, his legs kicking a little. “Even trackers use some sort of power source. I can scan the boy to see if he is emitting any sort of abnormal frequency.”

“Do you think it’ll work?” I asked, taking a step forward, relief surging through me.

He looked at me, and straightened. “Yes. Barring equipment complications, if he has them, I can find them. If he comes up clear, then we can bring him back. If not…”

Hey, guys? I’m still waiting on a plan here. Viggo’s voice buzzed in my earpiece. We had been so absorbed in how to proceed, I realized we hadn’t been communicating to him.

“Viggo,” I said, “we’re going to meet you in sector thirty-seven C, two miles from sector D, and four miles from sector thirty-six C. We can direct you as needed. Be careful of potential Matrian troops in the area. Keep heading south until you hit a ravine, and then turn east. We’ll be waiting for you in the heloship.”