Second Shift: Order (Shift, #2)(17)

“Dad was in charge of digging the holes, that was his job. There were three of them who planned most of this. The other two had ideas for how to hide this place. Dad convinced them they should just build it in plain sight. The nuclear containment facility was his idea, and he was in a position to make it happen.”

A flood of memories washed over Donald. He remembered being convinced to run for office. Was it Mick who had goaded him into it Or was it Thurman

“You said three. Who were the others”

“Victor and Erskine.” Anna adjusted a pillow and leaned back against the wall. “Not their real names, of course. But what does it matter A name is a name. You can be anyone down here. Erskine was the one who discovered the original threat, who told Victor and Dad about the nanos. You’ll meet him. He’s been on a double shift with me, working on the loss of these silos, but it’s out of his area of expertise. Do you need more” She nodded at his cup.

“No. I’m already feeling dizzy.” He didn’t add that it wasn’t from the alcohol. “I remember a Victor from my shift. He worked across the hall from me.”

“The same.” She looked away for a moment. “Dad refers to him as the boss, but I’ve been working with Victor for a while, and he never thought of himself that way. He thought of himself as a steward, joked once about feeling like Noah. He wanted to wake you months ago because of this Silo 18, but Dad vetoed the idea. I think Victor was fond of you. He talked about you a lot.”

“Victor talked about me” Donald remembered the man across the hall from him, the shrink. Anna reached up and wiped at the bottom of her eyes.

“Yes. He was a brilliant man, could tell what you were thinking, what anyone was thinking. He planned most of this. Wrote the Order, the original Pact. It was all his design.”

“What do you mean was”

Her lip trembled. She tipped her cup, but there was little solace left in it.

“Victor’s dead,” she said. “He shot himself at his desk two days ago.”





9




“Victor Shot himself” Donald tried to imagine the composed man who had worked across the hall from him doing such a thing. “Why”

Anna sniffed and slid closer to Donald. She twisted the empty cup in her hands. “We don’t know. He was obsessed with that first silo we lost. Obsessed. It broke my heart to see how he blamed himself. He used to say that he could see certain things coming, that there were . . . probabilistic certainties.” She said these two words in a mimic of his voice, which brought the old man’s face even more vividly to Donald’s mind.

“But it killed him not to know the precise when and where.” She dabbed her eyes. “He would’ve been better off if it’d happened on someone else’s shift. Not his. Not where he’d feel guilty.”

“He blamed me,” Donald said, staring at the floor. “It was on my shift. I was such a mess. I couldn’t think straight.”

“What No. Donny, no.” She rested a hand on his knee. “There’s no one to blame.”

“But my report—” He still had it in his hand, folded up and dotted here and there with pale blue.

Anna’s eyes fell to the piece of paper. “Is that a copy” She sniffed and reached for it, brushed the loose strands of hair off her face. “Dad had the courage to tell you about this but not about what Vic did.” She shook her head. “Victor was strong in some ways, so weak in others.” She turned to Donald. “He was found at his desk, surrounded by notes, everything he had on this silo, and your report was on top.”

She unfolded the page and studied the words. “Just a copy,” she whispered.

“Maybe it was—” Donald began.

“He wrote notes all over his copy.” She slid her finger across the page. “Right about here, he wrote ‘This is why.’”

“This is why As in why he did it” Donald waved his hand at the room. “Shouldn’t this be why Maybe he realized he’d made a mistake.” He held Anna’s arm. “Think about what we’ve done. What if we followed a crazy man down here Maybe Victor had a sudden bout of sanity. What if he woke up for a second and saw what we’d done”

“No.” Anna shook her head. “We had to do this.”

He slapped the wall behind the cot. “That’s what everyone keeps saying.”

“Listen to me.” She placed a hand on his knee, tried to soothe him. “You need to keep it together, okay” She glanced toward the door, a fearful look in her eyes. “I asked him to wake you because I need your help. I can’t do all of this alone. Vic was working on Silo 18. If it’s up to Dad, he’ll just terminate the place not to have to deal with it. Victor didn’t want that. I don’t want that.”

Donald thought of Silo 12, which he’d terminated. But it was already falling, wasn’t it It was already too late. They had opened the airlock. He looked toward the schematic on the wall and wondered if it was too late for this silo as well. Maybe when they put him down again, maybe he would dream better dreams if this place could be saved. Maybe the pile of bones would have a summit this time.

“What did he see in my report” he asked.

“I don’t know. But he wanted to see you weeks ago. He thought you touched on something.”