No Fortunate Son (Pike Logan, #7)(116)
“You already gave that answer. No time. You climb better than a monkey. You’ve seen the schematics. You know where to go. Get up there and stop it.”
“How the hell am I going to do that? They won’t let me just walk in.”
Sitting beside them as if he were a Buddha statue, Nung said, “That is what you’re paying me for. I will get you in. All you have to do is climb.”
Pike grinned at the words and said, “Yeah, you damn coward.”
She sat back, and the subway rolled on. They arrived at Waterloo station, and Nung said, “This is us.”
They exited, sprinting up the stairs. Getting to the top, they saw the Eye in the distance, on a square of land full of musicians and street performers.
Breaking into a run, they entered the park. Jennifer said, “How are we going to get them to let me up?”
They went past the huge arms holding the wheel in the air and Pike pulled out his weapon, Nung doing the same. He said, “Get ready to start climbing. Like you never have before.”
* * *
The capsule rose, moving almost in slow motion, disappointing Emily. She had expected something more. At least as much excitement as an elevator instead of a dripping, creeping rise. They continued on, and her mother tried to get her to stay in place, apologizing to the other people in the car as Emily raced to and fro.
She leaned out, placing her face against the glass and staring into the skyline, mesmerized by the climb. She said, “It’s like being in an airplane. Up and up and up.”
Alarmed, her mother said, “Don’t lean on the glass, honey. It’s not safe.”
She reached out to take her daughter’s hand, and Emily scooted away, worming between two people on the other side of the car and placing her face against the glass again.
Her mother apologized to the elderly couple, getting a smile in return. She grabbed Emily’s arm, this time sternly, and said, “Come with me.”
Emily shouted, “Mommy! There’s a girl climbing up the wheel! Look!”
Her mother leaned between the couple, searching for whatever her daughter had seen, and the wheel jerked to a halt, over two hundred feet above the ground.
* * *
Jennifer heard the shouting behind her and knew that Pike and Nung were putting themselves in serious danger. Soon enough, there would be a full-on presence of a tactical police unit, and they’d probably shoot first and ask questions later.
She sprinted through the throng of people waiting to board, all screaming and ducking at the madmen with weapons. She reached the front and looked upward, seeing the latticework of cables and steel. The wheel continued to turn, even as the people waiting to board ran back and forth, shouting.
She leapt up, climbing a ladder on the nearest capsule, and reached the roof. She hoisted herself onto a crossbeam, the pipe laced with steel studs for escaping the capsule in an emergency.
She climbed it, going ever higher, the wheel still turning. She looked above and saw the hub, but there was no way to get to it. Nothing but spokes of metal, like a giant bicycle wheel, radiated out from the circumference.
She didn’t have the strength to climb straight up them.
But she could climb across.
Seeing the path, she began using the framework of the capsules to get her higher. Get her parallel with the hub, so that she could shimmy across on the spoke instead of trying to climb up or down.
She heard the people shouting in the capsules as she went across them, finding a rhythm in the symmetry of the construction. She climbed over four before the wheel stopped turning. She continued on, reaching the parallel position, two hundred feet in the air, the wind whipping her hair and threatening to throw her off.
Standing on top of the capsule, the people inside its glass case dumbfounded, she leapt out, snatching the cable that led to the hub. She wrapped her legs around it and, hanging below, began to monkey-crawl forward. She cleared the circumference of the wheel and the wind hammered her, rocking her body back and forth.
She clasped the cable with a death grip, cinching her legs tight, seeing the black water two hundred feet below, the gusts so great she was certain she’d fall. She considered returning to the capsule, getting to safety. She leaned back and saw the people inside staring at her. Wondering what on earth she was doing.
A small child pressed her face against the glass, using her hands to block the glare. She was smiling, not understanding her fate. Jennifer saw the misplaced joy and realized she couldn’t return. She either reached the hub, or they all died.
She started inching forward, slower, but making progress.
* * *
From inside the car Emily shouted in excitement, “Look, look! She’s coming to us!”
Emily’s mother watched in growing trepidation. She turned to her husband and said, “Shouldn’t someone have stopped her? How is she up here?”
The husband said, “I don’t know, but she’s not getting in.”
He turned to the people in the car and said, “Don’t let her in. Whatever she’s doing, don’t let it be inside here.”
There were murmurs of agreement, and two men went to the emergency exit, standing just inside the orange marker. A burly guy with an American accent said, “We got this. She’s not getting into our car.”
Emily continued watching, fascinated. The woman came on, going over one capsule after another. Eventually, she reached hers and began climbing the outside. The men stood, waiting to do something, as if their presence alone dictated a response, but in truth, they were just as confused as everyone else in the car.