Edge. Part 44

"So..."

"The boy wants even more from me?"

"I was wondering if you could supply light disguise for up to seven, no, make it nine guys. Just in case. They'll be on the periphery as a distraction."

"Hmm. Skin colour?"

"Whites and browns" Josh thought of Vikram "quite dark, no orientals."

"I'll prepare a selection. Did you bring a bag of some sort with you?"

"Er, no."

"Aren't you supposed to be master planners, all of you?"

"With all those girls outside, master something springs to mind."

"Tsk, tsk. Well, let's see... Oh, why don't you pop next door, while I'm getting things together."

"You got some kind of secret setup going in here, Taff? Something I shouldn't see?"

"No, but it's almost curtains up. You want to catch the last few t.i.tties before they disappear, better take the opportunity now."

Josh looked at the door.

"If it's necessary for the mission," he said, "I guess I can manage it."

[ TWENTY-EIGHT ].

With his backpack slung over one shoulder, Josh got through the ground-level entrance, despite its being locked, climbed up to the top-floor hallway, and knocked on Suzanne's front door. Then he stood waiting, unable not to smile.

The door opened. Suzanne looked at him.

"h.e.l.lo?"

He said nothing.

"Look, who are you and what do you? Josh Josh? My G.o.d, Josh."

"You're not supposed to recognise me."

"I almost didn't. That's so spooky."

"You want to make out with a stranger? We could switch the lights off."

"Come in. For G.o.d's sake, come in before Mrs Arrowsmith sees you."

After he was inside and Suzanne had locked the door, he said: "Who's Mrs Arrowsmith? The neighbour?"

"Yes, and I've got a reputation to uphold, Mr c.u.mberland. Strange men coming in and out at all hours would not be much help."

"Well, I'm certainly strange."

"You are, in fact. You weren't thinking of not taking that stuff off, were you?"

"I wasn't... Was that some kind of psych trick?"

"What do you mean?"

"The way you said something about what I wasn't thinking of."

"Ah, so you have been paying attention."

"To you, definitely."

"Then go in the bathroom and remove that disguise right now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Afterwards, he came out looking normal but smelling like turpentine. He went out to the kitchen.

"Hi," he said. "What are you doing?"

"Cooking us supper, because you're staying the night, in case you hadn't realised."

"Ah."

"So what have you been up to? And where did you get that disguise?"

"A friend of mine, works in an interesting place."

"What kind of interesting place?"

"Do you know" he stared at her brown eyes "I forget. Really. When I'm looking at you."

"Hmm. So why the disguise, if you won't tell me where?"

"So no one recognises me afterwards. After I confront Zebediah Tyndall on camera."

"In the middle of this knife-final thing?"

"In the middle of this thing" Josh blew out a breath "that millions of people will be watching in realtime, yes. On the day of the general election, when a large chunk of the population are expected to vote online in the evening."

"Right. And that will help how?""Well, you know, when people are watching sports events, they have all sorts of secondary panes popped up: fighter stats, you name it. Panes that could show any number of interesting things instead, to do with political corruption."

"And how many people will be with you?" asked Suzanne.

"Like I said, millions of folk watch the"

"No, how many people are helping you to carry out this insanity?"

"I'm still ironing out details. Six to nine, probably."

"Is that enough?"

"The tighter the perimeter, the fewer people you use to infiltrate."

"All right." Suzanne placed peppers and an onion atop a chopping-board, then picked up a kitchen knife. "And no one's going to stick one of these in anyone?"

"I hope not."

"Does that mean you'll have guns?"

"Probably not. Gunpowder gives off a detectable signature when you"

"And you'll have nine men with you. They are men, I'm guessing. No women?"

"Women are far too sensible." Josh stared into s.p.a.ce for a moment. "Apart from my friend Hannah, maybe. She's probably up for it."

"They'll be inside with you all the way?"

"Er... Inside, it'll just be me."

"No." She put down the knife. "No, Josh c.u.mberland, that's not good enough. You cannot go in there by yourself. I won't allow you to."

The obvious response was: How can you stop me? How can you stop me? But she looked serious. But she looked serious.

And she was pulling up her sleeve. Beneath the kitchen lights, the long scars were white-and-silver, and very bright, with a near-liquid sheen.

"That's what happens when someone leaves me alone."

"Suzanne..."

"My brother Gerard went out to check the banging sounds from outside, thinking the neighbourhood toughs were setting light to cars again, and he was supposed to come right back but he never did. I never saw him again, only his coffin which they kept sealed. They wouldn't let us look at him. Not after what had been done to him."

"Oh, Suzanne. But if you never... What happened?"

"You mean these?" She stared down at the scars, her mouth turned down. "They're all about fighting back, cutting deep, causing hurt because it's the only way to be alive."

"Who cut you? Who were you fighting?"

Because if they still lived, he would hunt them down; and they would suffer slowly.

"Don't you get it, Josh?"

Things turned inside his mind.

"Oh, s.h.i.+t."

I should've seen it.

"Right. When you're helpless, there's only one enemy you can turn on, and that's your own weakness. Only one person who's soft and weak enough to deserve the way it cuts into your muscle, the skin stinging but the insides feeling weird, more than anything, and the little globules of grey fat soaking in your own red blood."

It happens in prisons, among prisoners who lack the ability to fight the others off.

"You cut yourself?"

"It was the only thing I could do."

"Oh, my dear Suzanne.""I'm sorry." She sniffed back tears. "I'm really sorry. But that's why I'm going in with you. Why I can't let you walk out, promising you'll come back, when maybe you won't. And I couldn't stand that, Josh c.u.mberland. I could not stand that."

He didn't know what to tell her. Observation posts were not made to be comfortable, and few people could remain still and undetected for days on end.

Once, he had set up an OP in the loft of a family home, keeping watch on a house across the street, while using plastic scent-absorbing containers for bodily waste, spending most of his time holding still. And all during the five-day op, a boisterous family went on with their lives in the house underneath, never once suspecting the presence of Josh c.u.mberland in their attic.

Was this the kind of person Suzanne wanted in her life? The kind of person she could act like, even for a short time?

"You'll need to remain a non-combatant. They set the thing up as a sort of street scene, the final. A bit of urban chaos. Women don't fight if they're not carrying, and don't have to fight even if they are. Carrying a knife, I mean."

"What happens when you make your move?"

"Once it kicks off... it'll get crazy."

"So. In that case" she looked at the inside of her forearms, then at him "I may need to protect myself, once you kick over the rules. How long do we have before going inside?"

"Twenty-two days."

"That long?" Her smile was like a child's, s.h.i.+ning from inside. "You've heard of accelerated learning?"

"Training is my business, and it's a large part of what the Regiment does: teach elite groups around the world."

"So you use intensive techniques?"