The Last Star (The 5th Wave, #3)(11)

He leaves the kitchen with a single, muttered word: Dubuque! Then there’s just me and Nugget. I didn’t want this, but you can’t run from anything, not really. It’s all a circle; Ringer tried to tell me that. No matter how far or fast you run, sooner or later you’re back where you started. I got mad when Sullivan threw my sister up in my face, but we both knew she was right. Sissy was dead; Sissy would never die. I’m forever reaching for her. She’s forever falling away, the silver chain breaking off in my hand.

“Where are Privates Teacup and Ringer?” I ask him.

His freshly scrubbed face is lifted up to mine. He pooches out his lower lip. “I don’t know.”

“Neither do I. So me and Dumbo are gonna find out.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“That’s a negative, Private. I need you to watch your sister.”

“She doesn’t need me. She has him.”

I don’t try to argue with that. He’s too sharp for me to win. “Well, I’m putting you in charge of Megan.”

“You said we weren’t splitting up. You said no matter what.”

I take a knee in front of him. His eyes shine with tears, but he isn’t crying. He’s a tough little son of a bitch, way older than his years.

“I’ll only be gone a couple of days.” Déjà vu: practically the same thing Ringer said before she left.

“Promise?”

And that was practically what I said back to her. Ringer didn’t promise; she knew better. Me, I’m not that smart. “Have I broken one yet?” I take his hand, peel back his fingers, and press Sissy’s locket into his palm. “Hold on to this,” I order him.

“What is it?” Staring at the metal glittering in his hand.

“Part of the chain.”

“What chain?”

“The chain that holds it all together.”

He shakes his head, mystified.

He isn’t the only one. I have no clue what just came out of my mouth, what it means, or why I said it. That cheap piece of costume jewelry—I thought I kept it out of guilt and shame, to remind myself of my failure, of all the things that had been ripped away, but maybe there’s another reason, a reason I can’t put into words because I don’t have the words for it. Maybe there aren’t any.





9


HE TRAILS AFTER me into the family room.

“Ben, you haven’t thought this through,” Walker says. He’s where I left him, standing by the front door.

I ignore him. “They’re either at the caverns or they’re not,” I tell Sullivan, who’s hugging herself beside the fireplace. “If they are, we’ll bring them back. If they aren’t, we won’t.”

“We’ve been holed up here for six weeks,” Walker points out. “Under any other circumstance, we’d be dead. The only reason we aren’t dead is because we neutralized the agent who patrolled this sector.”

“Grace,” Cassie translates for me. “To get to the caverns, you’ll have to cross through three—”

“Two,” Walker corrects her.

She rolls her eyes. Whatever. “Two territories patrolled by Silencers just like him.” She glances at Walker. “Or not just like him. Not good Silencers. Really bad Silencers who are really good at silencing.”

“You might get lucky and slip past one,” Walker says. “Not two.”

“But if you wait, there won’t be any Silencers to slip past.” Cassie is beside me now, touching my arm, pleading. “All of them will be back on the mothership. Then Evan does his thing and then you can . . .” Her voice trails off. She’s run out of the breath necessary to blow smoke up my ass.

I’m not looking at her. I’m looking at Walker. I know what he’s going to say next. I know because I’d say the same thing: If there’s no way Dumbo and I can make it to the caverns, there’s no way Ringer and Teacup could, either. “You don’t know Ringer,” I tell him. “If anybody could have made it, she could.”

Walker nods. But he’s agreeing with the first statement, not the second. “After our awakening, we were enhanced with a technology that makes us nearly indestructible. We turned ourselves into killing machines, Ben.” And then he takes a deep breath and finally spits it out, the obtuse bastard. “There’s no way they could have survived this long, not against us. Your friends are dead.”

I left anyway. Fuck it. Fuck him. Fuck everything. I’ve sat around long enough waiting for the world to end.

Ringer hasn’t kept her promise, so I’m keeping it for her.





10


RINGER

SENTRIES ARE WAITING for me at the gates. I’m escorted immediately to the watchtower overlooking the landing field, another circle completed, where Vosch waits for me—as if he hasn’t moved from the spot in the last forty days.

“Zombie is alive,” I said. I looked down and saw I was standing on the bloodstain that marked where Razor fell. A few feet away, beside the console, that’s where Razor’s bullet cut Teacup down. Teacup.

Vosch shrugged. “Unknown.”

“Okay, maybe not Zombie, but someone who knows me is still alive.” He didn’t answer. It’s probably Sullivan, I thought. That would be just my luck. “You know I can’t get close to Walker without someone he trusts to vouch for me.”