Alien Research

CHAPTER 93

JEFF HAD INSISTED that Mom and Dad and Chuckie all stay in our apartment, versus going home or even down to the guest floor. None of them argued.

Everyone was exhausted emotionally and physically and, heartbroken or not, we all went to bed. Couldn’t speak for anyone else, but my sleep was thankfully dreamless. It was also over too quickly.

Chuckie didn’t join us for breakfast. “I’m bringing out Charles’ parents,” Mom said as we finished eating. “They’ll be here in a couple of hours. I asked them to pack to stay for a couple of weeks.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll let him know. Soon.”

Jeff nudged me. “You should visit Chuck now, baby. Take as long as you need. I’ll handle things.”

Leaned against him. “You sure? There’s a lot that needs handling.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I haven’t been sidelined into politics all that long. We lose people every day. It’s particularly painful right now considering who we’ve lost, but I learned over twenty years ago that the best thing you can do for the dead is to honor their memory and not let the people who killed them win. And part of how they win is to make us unable to function. So, we’ll be functioning.”

“Spoken like Commander Martini.” I hugged him, then headed for Chuckie’s guest room while Dad played with Jamie and Mom and Jeff started discussing strategy.

Knocked softly at Chuckie’s door. Didn’t get a response. I worried for a moment that he either wasn’t there or that something awful had happened to him, so I opened the door.

“Breaking the rules as always, I see,” he said. He was dressed. The window had a very wide sill, and he was sitting on it, looking out. He was in profile to me and I’d never seen him look so sad—the sorrow was literally etched into his face.

He was also surrounded by Poofs and Peregrines. The animals looked at me, then turned right back to Chuckie.

“Well, that’s part of my charm,” I said as I came in and closed the door behind me.

“You know, I wonder if Alexander knew.”

“Excuse me?”

“When he sent the Peregrines. His note to Mimi and Abby told them to stay inside the Embassy. Maybe he knew, or Leonidas knew, that they shouldn’t be doing active work.”

“Dude, your note told you to move in, too. I think they just wanted us all under one roof, Dynasty style.”

“Maybe.”

“Chuckie, I’m—”

“Don’t say it.” He turned to me. “I know you’re sorry, Kitty. Everyone’s sorry. For God’s sake, they’re sorry.” He indicated the animals. “And it’s no more the Poofs or Peregrines fault than it’s yours.”

“The Poofs and Peregrines didn’t lead a commando raid that had a lot more in common with the Iran Hostage Crisis than SEAL Team Six.”

“I know you feel responsible, because good leaders always feel responsible for their troops. But you didn’t make her go.”

“No. She wanted to go. Insisted on it, honestly.”

“Right. I could have made Mimi stay home. I knew she was up to something. But I didn’t want to be that kind of husband, the one who never lets his wife do anything just because he doesn’t think it’s safe.”

“It’s not your fault, either.”

“No, but I didn’t handle it right when it mattered.”

“That’s not true, either. You did the best you could.”

“She thought I was the Mastermind.” He looked back out the window. “When it came down to it, she wasn’t sure, and she chose to go to ACE rather than to go to me. And no, you didn’t tell us that—I figured it out based on what’s going on and where ACE now resides.”

“ACE told me she knew the truth before . . .”

“Great. Good to know.” He sounded bitter, and angry.

I went behind him and put my arms around him. “She wasn’t in her right mind. The clones were playing on all her fears. They did a whole high school number on her. She didn’t mean it to hurt you. She didn’t look deeply into their minds because she didn’t want to discover you weren’t the man she loved.”

“So she died for nothing, because our enemies are still out there, and they’re stronger, we’re weaker, and we’ve gained nothing.”

“ACE is back.”

“Yeah, he is. And he’s in Jamie. It’s a brilliant strategic move. And it makes our planet safer again, and protects Jamie and the other children even better than before. But right now, the good of the many isn’t outweighing the good of the few for me.”

I hugged him. “I know. And I can’t blame you for that. And no one does. You’re allowed all the stages of grief, you know.”

“Yeah? I’ll get one day. Today. Tomorrow, for Michael’s funeral, I need to be back, the Head of the C.I.A.’s Extra-Terrestrial Division, not a brand new widower.”

I hugged him tightly. Widower sounded so sad and so real, and like something that wasn’t supposed to happen for decades, not six months into someone’s marriage.

Looked out the window to see what he was looking at. The un-Christian Christians and their Club 51 pals were protesting on our street and into the Circle. “Oh. Great. They’re back.”

“ACE is back to protect people like that.”

“No. ACE is back to protect people like us. Or else he wouldn’t be in Jamie.”

Chuckie leaned his chin on my arm. “I couldn’t sleep. At all.”

“I’m sure.” I kissed the top of his head. “You can sleep today. We’ll get by without you. But only for today.”

He chuckled morosely. “The animals came in and stayed with me. I think they were worried I was going to jump.”

“Were you thinking about it?”

“No.” He turned around. “I’ve never been suicidal since the first day of high school.” He shook his head. “My wife believed I was the Mastermind, but you’ve never believed that for one minute. Why is that?”

I stroked his hair. “Because I’ve known you since the first day of high school. If you’d wanted to be a diabolical fiend, you’d have started way earlier.”

“I suppose so.” He closed his eyes, and I pulled him into me. “Why did she choose everything else over me?” His voice broke. “Why wasn’t I worth fighting for?”

Thought about how to answer this as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I stroked his hair. “I know she fell in love with you the moment she met you. Lorraine and Claudia told me that about a week after Jeff and I were married all the A-C women got an emotional ‘hands off’ signal in regard to you. Naomi staked her claim on you early. We both know what drugs do to a person. Mom felt Naomi was already addicted.”

“Angela was right again. I don’t know why we don’t just ask her to run the world. Or just have her tell us what to do every minute of every day.”

“Mom wants us to learn it for ourselves so that we can handle things when she’s not here.” Just like Olga. And Algar. “Free will exists for a reason.”

Algar had approved the raid, because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have outfitted us the way he had. So had he always known that Naomi would OD and bring ACE back? Maybe. But if she hadn’t, then five of us would have died. Maybe more of us, because the girls only escaped because of Naomi.

ACE had said that because of what Naomi had done she could never return. I doubted the Universal Meddling Elder Gods gave a crap about drugs and addiction any more than they cared about curing cancer or gay marriage. Those little things had to be far beneath them. So what would they care about? Someone getting god-like powers maybe, which Naomi had certainly gotten.

“I don’t know that Naomi picked everyone else over you. But ACE to her is like you to me—the person who was always there to help, to protect, to tell you you weren’t crazy. Maybe she thought she could save ACE and then come back to you.”

“Maybe. We’ll never know. I’ll never know.”

I hugged him and rocked him while the animals clustered even more tightly around us. Did wonder for a moment why none of the Peregrines had shown up during the raid, but presumably they were protecting the kids in the Embassy.

Which begged a question—what were they protecting them from? Or who? “Chuckie, do you think we can trust Mahin?”

“Yes, in part because she has a Poof.” He leaned back. “That was random.”

“I’m trying to figure out why the animals didn’t help. I mean, I know I’d told them to stay here, and the Poofs came when I called them, and I never called for the Peregrines, but before, when the Science Center was under attack, all the animals were here, too.”

He gave a half-hearted laugh. “Kitty, it’s pretty obvious that, in both instances, they were keeping Jamie and Patrick from going to try to save everyone. Both their mothers were in mortal peril, I’m sure the animals had to use all their powers to keep the kids in the Embassy again last night.”

Looked at the animals. They gave me a group “duh” look. “Oh. Okay. Makes sense.”

He sighed. “With ACE inside her, you shouldn’t have to worry about that any more. ACE can prevent Jamie and the other children from going into an unsafe environment to rescue their parents. And we never want that. If the Mastermind gets Jamie, the bad guys win, permanently.”

I blinked. “That’s it. That’s why Mimi chose ACE. She didn’t do it because she didn’t love you. She went because she did. You and her family and the kids and everyone else.”

“What do you mean?”

“The clones threatened the kids and that’s what pushed Mimi over the edge, that’s why she shot up—not because we were in danger but because it was likely that they were going to get their hands on the hybrid children. And she went to ACE instead of to you not because she didn’t love you, but because without ACE back, there would be no way to protect the children, not really.”

“I’m not following how that has anything to do with me. I’m not saying it’s not a noble reason, but I’m not seeing the ‘me’ in this scenario.”

“The Mastermind hates you. There’s something going on between him—and it is a him—and you. We determined that last night. So, Mimi went to ACE because if the Mastermind gets Jamie, then he can destroy you, and that is what his goal is.”

“But why?”

I was about to say that I had no freaking idea when the com activated. “Excuse me, Chief. I’m sorry to bother you, but Congressman Martini would like you to join him in the conference room, and Mister Reynolds as well, if he’s up to it.”

“Why, Walt?”

“Certain new . . . events are . . . requiring a discussion of strategy.”

Chuckie and I looked at each other. “We’ll both be there, Walter,” he said.

“I’ll let the Congressman know, Mister Reynolds. Chief, your father and Jamie are in the daycare center.”

“Thanks, Walt.” The com went off. “Think it’s about our ‘friends’ in the street?”

Chuckie shrugged. “Good guess but it could be about anything, really. I have to figure it’s important, though, because otherwise I know your husband wouldn’t have asked for me to come.”

“Yeah. Even so, you can sit this out if you need to, you know.”

“No.” Chuckie stood up and put his arm around me. “As with everything else in my life, as long as you’re still my friend, I can survive it.”

I put my arm around his waist and hugged him. “Always.”

“Good. Then once more unto the breach, dear friend, once more.”