no battery life. As the park came into view, she saw two figures detach themselves from the bushes and run across the open grass, heading for the trees. They were hard to seeâgreen textures rippled across active camouflage suits that covered them from head to toeâbut infrared made them out clearly. One of them was a child.
Clair thought of Cashile, the young boy she had met the night Zep died in Manteca. Cashile had been with his mother, Theo, in the camouflaged vehicle that had swept Clair away from the dupes. He had talked to her, distracted her from her loss. Then the dupes had caught both him and Theo, and Clair was sure now that it was Theoâs face she had seen through the leaves a moment ago. Her mouth went dry.
âWe have targets,â said PK Beck without hesitation. âReturning fire.â
âWait,â she said. âShouldnât we try to talk to them?â
âLetâs give them an incentive first.â
Gunfire stitched the earth in a curved line closing in on the running dupes.
The small one fell.
Clair flinched. Jesse took the drone upward a split second before she could, instinctively recoiling from the violence. As they gained altitude, several camouflaged figures broke from cover on the other side of Oswald Park and strafed their drone and the others converging on the scene. One drone went down, spinning wildly and shooting sparks, but Jesseâs escaped unscathed thanks to giddy-making swoops he made as it ascended. The sound of popping guns grew fainter.
An altitude alarm sounded. They had hit some kind of airspace restriction, a jurisdiction relic, she assumed, since there werenât any planes anymore. Jesse took the drone in a circle, scoping out the fringes of the park, looking for more dupes and providing valuable intel for the gun emplacements.
The PKs returned fire. This time Clair saw where it came from: an emplacement on a nearby building. Another dupe went down, then another. She wanted to look away, but she had to face it if she could. She was part of this. This was what it meant to fight the dupes the PK way.
The remaining dupes kept firing, now at the PK emplacements. More lasers flashed from a different location in Crystal City. PK Beck called for more reinforcements.
âHow many of them are there, do you think?â asked Jesse over the interface.
Her chest felt hollow. âI donât know. Maybe no one knows.â
âHow many do we have to kill before they stop coming for you?â
Clair took another deep breath. She seemed to be having trouble getting air, as though she were with the drone in rarefied atmosphere, rather than in the barracks.
âTheyâll stop if I give them Q,â she said aloud. âThey just sent me a message telling me that.â
In the real world, Jesse turned in his seat to look at her. His hair, now mostly dry, flopped back in front of his eyes. âSeriously?â
âHow?â asked Forest. âWhat exactly did they say?â
She explained the gist of the message.
âDid you save the video?â asked Sargent.
âNo,â she said. âI was so surprised, and then all this started. . . .â
Drones and dupes were still duking it out in Oswald Park.
âSo they want Q too,â said Devin. âNot surprising, given Wallace and everything. But itâs interesting that theyâre using psychological warfare on top of the terror tactics weâve already seen. Maybe weâre underestimating them.â
âAre you going to do as they ask?â asked Sargent, leaning over Clairâs couch like a watchful giant, not smiling now.
âI canât ,â said Clair. âI have no idea where Q is, and if I did I wouldnât give her to them . I didnât last time. Why would I now?â
âWhat I donât understand,â said Jesse, âis why your dupe tried to kill you before. When she blew up, I mean. Why do that if they