The Age of Zeus

51. WELL AND TRULY SNOOKERED

I t was a question Sam had done some considerable soul-searching over.

"I know what I personally am going to do," she told Landesman. "But I think that needn't concern you so much as the rest of the Titans and what they're going to do."

"I was rather hoping they might not have to find out about any of this," Landesman said. "I was counting on you agreeing to be discreet."

"Discreet? You mean keep the others in the dark. Lie to them."

"If that's how you want to put it. It could be a secret between the two of us."

"The three of us."

"The Minotaur?" said Landesman, eyeing the monster sceptically. "I don't believe it can — "

"Not the Minotaur. Jolyon out there in the corridor. Who's been listening in all this time."

"And who knows the truth anyway."

"Of course he does. He accidentally let slip that he does, too, not so long ago. But," Sam went on, "I really can't let it stay our secret. Couldn't even if I wanted to."

"I'll up your pay."

"It's always about money with you, Mr Landesman! Not everyone can be bought."

"They can't?"

"No, and what I'm trying to tell you is that the other Titans already know by now."

"Oh really?"

"Look over there. On that shelf. Among the stacked dishes. Do you see?"

Landesman squinted, frowned uncomprehendingly, then did see.

A battlesuit helmet lay half-hidden among the crockery, visor facing out.

"That helmet," Sam said, "has been transmitting a feed back to the command centre, and that feed is being relayed to a laptop which the others are gathered around watching somewhere up on the surface. You've had an audience, Mr Landesman. I don't think you're completely in shot, but even if they can't see you they've been able to hear every word you've said. Why not lean forward and give them all a wave!"

Landesman smiled serenely but deep down — Sam could tell because she knew him well enough by now — the man was fuming. He did as bidden, offering the visor-cam a sardonic, somewhat chagrined salute.

"I've been well and truly snookered, haven't I?" he said.

"Perhaps if you'd been honest with us from the start, all of this malarkey wouldn't have been necessary."

"Honesty would not have been effective. The truth would not have endeared you to me."

"Oh, but catching you out in a lie has?"

"I never lied, Sam! All I did was keep one or two salient facts from you."

"Which is lying."

"If you insist. Fine, I am a liar. But does it really change anything? The cause is still there. Our goal is a common one, even if our motives for achieving it differ."

"It doesn't bother you that killing the entire Pantheon will mean killing your own son?"

"If that's what it takes to liberate humankind. Anyway, I've long since ceased to regard Xander as a son."

"He's just the enemy now. The man who metaphorically castrated you, like Cronus castrating Uranus."

"Why can't you see that we can still be allies, in spite of all this?"

"Why can't you see that we can't?" said Sam. "It's simple, Mr Landesman. I can't work with you any longer. I can't go on with this."

His face fell. "You're serious?"

"As cancer. I'm quitting. Count me out."

"Now, come along. We can discuss this, surely."

"Over cognac and cigars, like you did with Nigel? No thanks. Not the gentlemen's club type."

"Then perhaps if I could raise the subject of money again without you leaping down my throat…"

"Money doesn't matter to me!" Sam exclaimed hotly. "How can I get that through your head? Not everyone in the world has a price. I know. Astonishing. But it's true. You could offer me my own weight in gold, but I'm not staying."

"I believe you're already getting paid a lot more than that. How heavy are you? Gold's at around a thousand dollars per troy ounce, so if we multiply that by — "

"Funny," Sam cut in. "My point is, I can't be a part of this, now that I know what 'this' really is. Up 'til now I was glad to be a Titan because I felt we were better than the Olympians. We were everything they weren't — united, noble, morally superior. Turns out that we're not, though. Turns out our boss is as venal and corrupt as any of them."

"Harsh."

"A user. An exploiter. Self-interested. Prepared to say anything to get his way. Stop me when the description doesn't fit."

"Self-interested? And there's no self-interest for you in being a Titan, Sam? Not even punishing the Olympians for the death of your beloved Adrian?"

A low blow, mentioning Ade, as Landesman well knew. Sam was incensed enough, however, not to feel it strike home. She had a battlesuit of emotion on.

"Maybe revenge isn't a worthwhile reason after all," she said. "For doing anything. I could lose more chasing after it than I could ever hope to gain. I already feel I'm missing a lot of what used to make me me. I'd like to leave before I completely lose sight of who I am."

"But who were you, Sam, before? Be honest. Until you came here, you were nobody. Nothing. You were adrift, an empty lifeboat. Being Tethys has given you strength and purpose like you've not known in a long time, and perhaps like you've never known. I've seen that. I look at how you are, and I think back to the woman who came to this island at the beginning of this year, and there's no comparison. It's a tiger next to a cat, a shark next to a minnow. You have become… incredible. No other word for it. And now you just want to pack it all in? Now, when we — when you — have come so far?"

Oh, it was silver-tongued stuff, but she was not going to be swayed. She was immune to smarm. Impervious to charm.

"My mind's made up," she said.

"What about the others?"

"They're grown-ups. They can make their own decisions. Stay, leave — whatever they choose is up to them and fine by me."

"But surely they won't want you to go."

"They can manage without. It's not like I'm team leader now or anything. Cronus runs the ops." She nearly added, "Runs from the ops," but unlike Landesman she wasn't going to stoop to taking cheap shots.

"Everything may fall apart without you," Landesman pleaded.

"If it does, it does. Not my responsibility. I'm done."

She headed for the door.

"Sam!"

The Minotaur lowed, echoing the tone of Landesman's cry.

Outside the refectory she shoulder-butted past Lillicrap and kept on walking.