Free Among the Enemy by Margaret Peterson Haddix Page A

snapping his arm into a salute.
Belatedly, Matthias thought he ought to salute too. He lifted his arm, and the excess material of his uniform sleeve swung against his cap, knocking it off. Tiddy noticed and swung his hand down, smoothly catching the cap before it hit the floor. And, in spite of the fact that Tiddy was a Population Police officer and therefore Matthias's worst enemy, Matthias felt a surge of gratitude.
'At ease. Approach," a creaky old voice said from the far end of the room.
Tiddy and Matthias walked past all the empty chairs, toward the massive desk. The oldest man Matthias had ever seen in his entire life was sitting behind it.
"I am saddened to report the loss of my men, Commander," Tiddy said.
The old man looked down at a paper on his desk.
"That would be Sullivan, Grimes, and Hathaway?"
“Yes, sir.”
The old man—the commander—bent over and slowly made three notations on his paper.
"Explain," he said.
"We were patrolling in the endangered territories," Tiddy said. "We had just come across this boy"—he pointed toward Matthias—"who was journeying to enlist in the Population Police. And then suddenly we were set upon by the enemy. There must have been thirty or forty of them, at least. All armed."
Thirty or forty? Matthias thought. How could that be? He knew for sure of only one man in one tree.
"Sullivan, Grimes, and Hathaway were murdered in the first strike," Tiddy continued.
    "Indeed," the commander said. 'And how is it that you escaped?"
Matthias wondered if Tiddy would lie about that as well. But Tiddy turned and pointed to Matthias again.
    "This boy—this, this hero —he contrived a plan to steal us away to safety in a requisitioned car. We've come for reinforcements."
'Ah," the commander said. He leaned back in his vast leather chair and focused his attention on Matthias.
    "How many of the enemy did you see, young man?" he asked.
    Matthias forced himself to stare straight back at the commander. But what was he supposed to say? He didn't want to lie or even to back up Tiddys lies indirectly. But he felt a strange sort of loyalty to Tiddy.
    "I don't know, sir," Matthias finally said. "They were hiding. There were a lot of bullets, though."
"Cowards," the commander said, biting off the word as if it left a horrible taste in his mouth.
"You see the blood on his sweater, sir," Tiddy said. "It was mayhem."
    And then Matthias had to choke back his anger. The blood on his sweater was from carrying an injured Alia, from tending Percy's gunshot wounds. As far as Matthias was concerned, those bloodstains were practi' cally sacred.
But the commander didn't even look. He was sliding papers around on his desk.
"You'll get your troops," he told Tiddy. "Dismissed."
"Thank you, sir," Tiddy said
    He turned and strode away from the commander, down the aisle with all the empty chairs. Matthias had to rush to keep up with him. Out in the hall, Tiddy winked at Matthias.
"That went well, don't you think?" he said.
Matthias waited until they were several paces past the snooty guard. He glanced around to make sure there was no one else within earshot. Then he said quietly, "There weren't forty people shooting at us."
Tiddy shrugged and kept walking. "Sometimes you have to exaggerate a little to get the commander's attention. Besides, how are you so sure there weren't forty? Or fifty? I don't know about you, but I didn't have time to stop and count. Twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred—who cares? This way, I know the commander will give me enough men to take care of the problem in that sector."
Problem? Matthias thought. He was pretty sure Percy and Alia were hiding out with the "problem." What would happen to them? How could Matthias possibly help them when he was stuck at Population Police headquarters and they were so far away?
And then Matthias knew.
'Are you going back right now?" Matthias asked. "I want to come too!"
Tiddy laughed.
"You're an eager one, aren't you?" he asked. "Much as I'd appreciate having you