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Little Tokyo was probably one of my favorite parts of town that I never
went to. Anime, Japanese culture, and the food were some of my favorite
things that I never let myself experience. I never even had a very good
excuse, other than life kept me busy.
Being there with Sarah made it better. Without her, it would've taken me
a while to drive there, and then worry about finding a safe place to
park, with her it was like walking down the block. This time we took one
of the regular subspace paths and walked, although at midday there
weren't many other people inside.
"Basically, whenever someone, or something, gets entangled across
realities, it creates a connection here. Nobody's really sure how it
works, other than it creates, quite literally, doors that connect two
spots in our world. Right now, we're probably inside a rock, or an
amputated finger, or something." She explained the concepts as well as
she understood them to me while we walked around. I knew the basics of
subspace, but I liked to hear her talk.
"This is cool," I remarked, picking up a pair of nunchaku from a vendor's
stall, "not my weapon of choice, but the design is cool." I put them
back down.
"I can't see you swinging nunchucks around. You do look like a fighter
though, you just hide it well."
I shrugged. There was no point in talking about it. We kept wandering
around the district, which had grown immensely over the last 30 years.
They still called it Little Tokyo, but it was one of the largest ethnic
districts in the country. There were a lot of Japanese refugees in the
80's, though.
We browsed videos in a small, cramped store with no air conditioning.
Sarah and I discovered a mutual love for fighting robots in just about
every media. What's better is that she hadn't seen some of my favorites,
so I finally had something I could educate her on.
"So, we haven't really talked about you much," she started, "what do you
do? Like, for a living?"
"Oh, I work at this music shop up by my apartment...Projekt Katgut. You
ever heard of it?" She shook her head no. "Well, it's a violin shop,
mostly. We do lessons and repairs too."
"Oh, so you play I take it?" Now was my chance to impress her.
"Yeah, I started on violin when I was 8, have been playing ever since. I
actually was accepted into a few really high-class music conservatories
after high school."
"But, now you work in a music shop and live in a craphole apartment." And
there the chance went.
"Yeah. I kinda got suckered into the whole 'move to LA and become a
successful actress' thing. I love the city, though. I keep trying to
get back into music but it's hard to break in and find a band when you
play a nontraditional instrument."
"Yeah, I can see that. You ever thought about picking up a guitar? I
mean, it's got strings too, right?" She asked, which made me cringe.
That was an assumption made by people who knew nothing about instruments.
"Eh, not really. The way it's held and the way it's played are very
different. I've played one before, but it never stuck."
"Too bad."
We got a late lunch at a sushi bar. "Don't you need to be getting that
last delivery done?" I asked as I stuffed a spicy tuna roll in my mouth.
"Yeah, I should probably get that done. You wanna hang out here?
Shouldn't take more than 15 minutes or so?"
"Well, I'll walk around, but yeah. Let's get done eating first."
After we finished eating, she and I parted ways. While I was walking
around, someone shoved a flyer in my hands. I glanced at it. Really
poor design. Nigel Adamnson...blah blah...Duel to the death...blah
blah...least expect it. Seemed totally lame, I wasn't going to go,
that's for sure. I crumpled it into a ball and tossed it in a convenient
trash bin.
I walked back to the stall I'd checked the nunchucks out at earlier.
Nothing was particularly high quality, but there was a samurai sword set
with a cool design on the scabbard. I was checking it out when I felt a
hand grab my shoulder and spin me around.
"Rachel!" I heard her say before I saw her, "What are you doing out
here?" It was Tasha, Brittany's girlfriend.
"Oh, I'm kind of on a date. Sort of." I shuffled my feet. Tasha and I
didn't really know each other.
"That's cool, is it that Asian girl you were talking about before?"
"Oh, no. We broke up...a few days ago, actually." I looked down. She'd
punched me right in the gut with that reminder there.
"Oh..." she trailed off, silently judging me.
"What about you? What brings you out to J-town?" I asked, trying to
deflect.
"Oh, Brittany wants to check out some new anime. Where's your date,
then?"
"She had to do some work, she should be back any minute now, actually."
As if on cue, I saw Sarah emerge from a subspace door a little further
down the street. We caught each other's eyes and she headed over.
"Who's your friend?" she asked.
"Oh, Sarah, this is Tasha. Tasha, Sarah." The two regarded each other,
Sarah looking at her weirdly. Tasha was used to it. "Tasha is
Brittany's girlfriend, Brittany you met last night."
"Gotcha. Nice to meet you." Sarah was lying.
"Same here," Tasha replied, then turned to me. "Well, I'll see you around
Rache."
We both waved goodbye, and Sarah and I got to walking.
"So..." she said.
"Yeah. That's Tasha."
"She's...different."
"She's trans. I know, it's awkward. But, she and Britt like each other,
so I try not to think about it at all."
"Yeah, I guess. You just don't see that every day."
I shrugged. Tasha was a part of my circle, but not someone I thought
about much.
"So, what's next?" She asked.
"I dunno, it's barely 4 o clock, we could hit up the thrift shops, but
I'm guessing that's not wear you do most of your shopping." She was in a
goth-raver number, the kind that gets custom ordered.
"No, but I'm guessing you do. Hipster!" she said playfully, winking at
me.
"I am not! I'm...Indie. I'm also poor." I pouted jokingly.
She smiled, took my hand, and dragged me into an open subspace door that
had just opened.
We ran through a black-and-white desert, with her skating circles around
the giant cacti we were passing.
"We're inside the brain of an armadillo in New Mexico, or something.
Just judging by the environment," she explained. It made sense, QES
affects animals as much as it does humans.
"So where are we headed?" I asked, once the door was finally in view.
"You'll see!"
Minutes later, we emerged into an empty office building. It looked brand
new, like nobody had moved in yet. I could see that it was dark outside,
but nothing else.
"Okay, color me surprised. Wanna give me a hint, or anything at all,
really?" I asked.
She pointed at the window across the room. "Just look."
I walked over to it and looked out. At first, I didn't recognize any of
the architecture, but then I turned and saw it.
"London? Really?" I was staring at that huge cathedral in England, the
one you always see in British TV shows, but nobody in America knows the
name.
"Yeah. Come on, it's important. We gotta get outside in 90 seconds."
She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me through a fire escape. No
alarm went off. We practically flew down the steps, jumping more than
one railing.
"How high are we?" I asked, nearly out of breath.
"Only 5 more floors. Race you to the bottom?" She winked at me, then
jumped over the railing, falling straight down. She landed, kicking up a
dust cloud that obscured my vision.
"Ohmygod!" I exclaimed, cupping my hand over my mouth.
"Come on, I was only playing." She put her hand on my shoulder while we
were walking the streets. The sirens responding to the break-in we'd
just technically been responsible for were sounding in the distance. "The
legs have impact dampeners, I just like a little flash here and there."
"It was still scary," I said, arms crossed.
"You'll get used to it," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.
"So where are we going, anyway?"
"Damon and Merlin wanted to see us. Or well, they're going to want to
see us. Something Merlin told me a few months back."
"What, that on this day, at this time, you need to be in London?"
"No, nothing that specific. You'll see when we get there."
'There' turned out to be a coffee shop in the subway, or the tube,
whatever they called it in Britain. This coffee shop was decidedly un-
American, desperately lacking snarky baristas. Sarah waved at the
barista on duty, pointed toward the back, and we were led to a private
room.
In the room, a large room partitioned with boxes and crates, and
furnished in fancy leather furniture, the entire crew from the other
night was assembled.
"So, I guess it's tonight, isn't it?" Damon stood, shaking my hand.
Merlin remained seated, but smiled at me. Portia and the others raised
their hands slightly in greeting.
"I met the person today, Steve," Sarah said, sitting next to Merlin. I
sat next to her.
"The one I told you that you'd meet?" he asked. Sarah nodded.
"Who are we talking about?" I interjected. "Who did you meet?"
"Your friend earlier. Mer--Steve, a few months back told me that I was
going to meet someone...like her, and that when that happened, I needed
to get everyone together, pronto. So, here I am. Here we are."
"And here you are, Rachel." Merlin smiled at me again.
"Yeah, I'm here because I was with Sarah when she left. What the hell's
going on, anyway?" I was starting to feel really uncomfortable here.
"Relax, you're not in any trouble, or danger, or anything. You are,
however, important." Damon moved to sit across from us. Funny how his
words did little to make me feel like the situation was any less
dangerous.
"Important? Me? Unless you need a fiddle tuned, you've got the wrong
gal."
"That's where you're wrong, Rachel," Merlin said, the smile fading from
his face, "the fact that you are here at all means that you may very well
be the most important person in the entire world."
"How? What am I supposed to do that makes me so important?"
"You, Miss Graham, are going to help us prevent the end of the universe,"
Merlin said, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
I blanched. Damon, Sarah, and Merlin all started laughing
uncontrollably. I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself.
"No, seriously, guys, why am I here? Don't give me that 'most important
person' crap."
"Your hitchhiker is Steve Stills, yes?" Merlin asked. "Don't bother
answering, you're going to tell me all about him later. But you're here
because you need a resource that not many people have access to. It just
so happens that Damon and I are in possession of some equipment that may
help you, and him out."
That piqued my curiosity. "What kind of equipment? Don't tell me you
guys have a harmonic resonator."
"Not quite, but this might prove just as useful." They led me to another
part of the room, where there were large black crates, the kind fancy
electronics are transported in, stacked to the ceiling.
"RACHEL GRAHAM!" I heard my name shouted, from somewhere nearby. It
wasn't a voice I knew.
"Who's there?" I barely had time to register it before he came into my
view. A young blonde man, maybe 20 years old, with wire-rimmed glasses.
"It is I, Nigel Adamson! Our duel begins, now!" The name sounded
familiar. He charged at me, and Sarah shoved me behind her to protect
me. He threw her to the ground and hit me in the jaw.
I retaliated in kind, striking his nose with my fist and his knee with my
foot. He staggered, and I side-kicked him in the stomach, knocking him
back.
"Who the hell are you? And why the hell are you here, fighting me?" I
asked. I could feel the rage building inside me.
"I am Nigel, the first Wise Man! Didn't you get my notices?"
I thought about it. "Are you that guy from that flyer I got earlier? I
just threw that away."
"You what?! You will pay for that! You can not be allowed to live!" He
lunged at me.
I sidestepped, grabbed him and threw him into the wall. "You're gonna
tell me exactly who you are, right now! And you're going to sit the FUCK
down and say it calmly, got it?"
Damon and Sarah grabbed his arms, shoving him into a folding chair.
"Tell me, who are you?"
"I already told you, I'm Nigel Adamson, the first Wise Man."
"Yeah, that means absolutely dick to me."
"The wise men are three. I am the first. There cannot be four, your
cycle must never complete."
I smacked him around a little. I'm not proud of it.
"Let's try that again, who are the wise men? And why are you even
fucking here?" I demanded, reaching for my bag.
"You...really wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"What you're doing with your symbiote is forbidden. We are the three
that have succeeded where you must fail."
"And why is it any business of yours whether I succeed or fail? I'm
guessing you mean my hitchhiker?"
"Oh, don't be so rude. You have been given a gift from the gods, one
that was not meant for you!"
"I have QES! It's a disorder, not a fucking blessing!" I rested my foot
on his crotch, not applying any pressure, but letting him know who was
controlling the conversation.
"What you have is no disorder! The lesser blessings, people cut away
from them. It is blasphemy! But what you have is the greatest blessing
of all!"
I stomped. He screamed. "Get a rope," Damon said to Zeke, who'd been
standing there, punching things into his computer. Zeke immediately
turned and ran off, returning with a roll of paracord, which we used to
tie Nigel's wrists together. Nigel only laughed.
"Death will come for you, Ms. Graham. You can do nothing to prevent it,
I assure you."
"There will come a time when she will face death itself, but today is not
that day." Merlin said, speaking in an enigmatic tone of voice I hadn't
heard before.
"Yeah, what he said," I said, stepping in front of Nigel, "you wanted a
duel to the death? You've got one." I had my bag in my hand, and I
pulled a pair of balisong knives from it. "Only, you didn't really do
your research on me." I flicked them open, twirling them a bit before
locking them open.
I winked at Rachel. She wasn't the only one who liked a little flash now
and then.
"Get the equipment out of here. Whatever's important, I don't want it
damaged." I motioned, and Damon, Merlin, and Portia all scrambled to get
the black crates out of the room through the cellar door in the ceiling,
while Zeke dragged Mae back out into the cafe. "Sarah, help them. Leave
this guy to me."
Sarah shook her head. "No."
"This is my fight. You're going to get hurt if you stay."
"Then I get hurt. I'm not leaving you alone with this psycho," she said,
standing her ground.
"A wise choice," Nigel said, ripping the paracord away and standing.
"Oh shit! Guys! Move!" Damon practically threw a large, long crate over
his head.
"You sure you wanna stick around for this?" I asked, shifting my stance
as he approached. Sarah didn't flinch.
He got a running start, and nearly knocked me to my feet. This guy was
strong, and he'd been holding back earlier. "Ha! You see?! We are one!
You are unworthy to hold such a gift!"
"You're a fucking extremist, is what you are!" I shouted, slashing at
him. I caught his arm, barely missing a vein. I spun around with the
other knife, but he blocked my arm. I stepped on his foot, which threw
him off balance long enough for me to duck under his next swing and jab
at his stomach with my left knife.
I connected, but didn't penetrate deeply. He was bleeding, though. He
staggered, but then leapt onto me, making me drop the knife in my right
hand. The one in my left, however, I slashed his shoulder with. He
pinned me down and forced the other knife out of my hand, then put all
his weight onto his left arm which was crushing my windpipe. I was
gasping, struggling to breathe and failing.
'Oh shit. He's actually going to kill me.' I thought, when all of a
sudden he went limp.
"Remember me?" Sarah was standing behind him, and one of my knives were
embedded in his back.
"Thanks," I said, shoving him off of me. Sarah helped me stand up, and I
looked at him lying there. "Is he dead? He looks kinda dead."
"Yeah, I think so."
Suddenly, he gasped. Not dead yet, it seemed. "You bitch!" he sputtered
out, before his body started shimmering.
"What the hell?" Sarah and I both asked in unison.
"You! You ruined me!" He was coughing up blood, and looked distorted,
almost like he was emitting light.
I walked up behind Nigel, pulled his head backwards so he was facing me,
and said, "Yeah, well, you wanted a fight to the death. Hope you enjoy
it." With that, I shoved him to the ground. The shimmering continued,
and Nigel disappeared completely, my knife clattering to the ground.
"What the hell?" we both found ourselves asking simultaneously, again.
"Who was that guy, anyway?" I asked Sarah.
She shrugged, then pulled her phone out and made a call. "Yeah, it's me.
He's gone... Nah, we're both fine... Okay. We'll be there in 15."
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind her. "Where are we going?" I
asked.
"Boston! Zeke's got a safe house there!" she said, pulling open a
subspace door and jumping into it, with me falling behind her.
We fell into a snowstorm and landed on a cloud. "Be careful," she said,
"follow my steps exactly or you'll fall off." I looked down at what
looked like Santa's workshop.
Carefully, we made our way across the cloud, snow accumulating in our
hair. I watched as Sarah made a jump from the cloud we were on to
another, then knelt down to grab my hand. I managed to make the jump,
barely, with her help.
I could see the door up ahead. It felt like we'd been trekking through
the clouds for an hour, and I had to remind myself that time moved
differently in subspace.
When we emerged, we were on a pier. I didn't recognize anything, but
Sarah pulled me along off the pier and into a parking lot. It was
daytime again. Well, dusk. Time was getting confusing.
"No more subspace. Not for tonight," she said, pulling a multi-tool from
her pocket. She jammed it into the ignition lock on a motorcycle that
was parked, and the bike hummed to life. She lowered her goggles over
her eyes.
"So we're stealing bikes now?" I asked as I climbed on behind her.
"Borrowing, I'll bring it back in the morning. Relax." We sped off, but
not before she sent a text to Zeke telling him we were in town.
We rode for several miles in excess of 100mph, and I wondered how she was
navigating so well. It was one thing to have a subspace app, which I
realized I'd never seen her actually check before. There was no way she
had it memorized, was there?
Eventually, after several false starts to make sure nobody was following
us, we pulled into a driveway in a seedy part of town. We got off the
bike and she knocked on the back door. Mae opened the door and we got
inside.
"The wise men...three men who visited the baby Jesus according to myth,"
Zeke rattled off as soon as the door closed. "Caspar, Balthasar, and
Melchior."
"I'm familiar with the story. What's that got to do with anything?" I
said, sitting at the kitchen table.
"Your friend earlier said he was one of the wise men. I'm trying to find
information on them." He said, staring into his eye-screen.
"Yeah, I don't think he's a mythical person, Zeke. He was flesh and
blood, and, I dunno, uranium?"
"Uranium?" Zeke asked me, puzzled.
"When that guy died, he started glowing and shimmering, then he just up
and disappeared." Sarah noted.
"That's...hang on, I have something on that." He turned back to his
screen, typing away frantically.
Mae offered me a beer, which I accepted readily. Sarah was on the phone.
"Okay, got it!" Zeke exclaimed, turning back to me. "You have QES,
don't you? Merlin said something about it. You have a hitchhiker?" I
nodded.
"That's gotta be it! I'd show you if I could."
"What is it?" I asked.
"There are three men who are listed as having full-neurological cases of
QES that are still alive. Guess who the first one to be diagnosed is?"
"Nigel Adamson?"
"Bingo."
Sarah hung up the phone. "Damon says they'll be here in the morning. No
subspace travel for the next 24 hours, which means we're bunking here
tonight, is that ok Rachel?" I nodded. "Zeke?" Zeke nodded as well.
"There's a spare bedroom," Mae said, heading off to get the room ready, I
guessed.
"Okay, so these wise men, do you have names for the other two?" I asked.
"I'm working on it." Zeke muttered.
"Come on. Let's go get settled in." Sarah pulled me to my feet, and I
followed her down the hall into the room which Mae had just emerged from.
The bed was made with dark blue sheets, which Sarah and I both threw our
bags onto. I flopped on the bed next to the bags, while Sarah sat next
to me.
"So," she said.
"So," I responded.
"That wasn't the first time you killed someone, was it?" she asked, after
a long silence.
"Directly, yes. He's not the first person whose blood I have on my
hands, though. Besides, you did the final killing," I said after an even
longer one.
"It wasn't my first time either." Sarah laid back, propping her head up
with her hands. "I was going on autopilot, though. You looked like you
enjoyed yourself."
"I can't say I didn't."
"I guess we really don't know each other that well," I said, finally.
"We don't. I mean, we really only met a week ago, and Merlin's acting
like you're going to be around a while, so I've kind of just gone along
with it. We haven't really had any time just to really learn much about
each other."
"Well, we've got time now. I'm not tired. I'm a little mentally
exhausted, and I'm hungry, but not tired."
"I'm hungry too. How about we order a pizza or something? I'll see if
Zeke wants to get anything."
"That sounds good."
She got up and left the room, leaving me alone. I dug in my bag for my
phone, texting David to let him know I'd had an emergency and had to
leave town. I texted Brittany, telling her about everything that had
happened, minus the killing, then I put my phone back in my bag. I dug
around some more and pulled out the fork from earlier. It looked really
weird out here, like light didn't reflect off of it properly.
Sarah popped her head in to ask about pizza toppings. I shrugged. I put
the fork back up and headed out to the kitchen with the others.
After a few beers, a few slices of Papa Gino's, and a few stories about
their times in college, Sarah and I retired to our bedroom.
"You have interesting friends," I mentioned, while Sarah was unbolting
her left leg.
"Mhmm," she mumbled.
"So, seriously, what's the deal? Any idea what was in those crates that
they wanted to show me earlier?"
"Something to do with your QES. That's all I know."
"I figured that much. That looked like a lot of boxes, though."
"Yeah. I'm sure you'll find out tomorrow," sShe added, as she finished
unbolting the right leg and placed both at the foot of the bed.
"I guess so. Do you need to like, plug those in or anything?" I asked.
"I do, but not tonight. I won't be able to skate tomorrow, though," She
tugged her jeans off, and I followed suit with my shorts, "I'll have to
get home at some point in the next two days, though."
"That's gotta suck."
"It's no big deal. Tomorrow we're probably gonna be lying low for most
of the day anyway."
I nodded, and we crawled into bed. She spooned up next to me. "I
know...that this isn't what you had planned for today. But I hope you
don't think less of me for saying that I had a lot of fun with you."
I turned around and looked at her. Behind that cool, badass exterior,
she was a very warm-hearted person. "I did too."
"So it wasn't a completely terrible second date?"
"Well, not completely. I've had worse. And besides, I get to sleep with
you again, so that's always a plus."
She laughed, then laid on her back. "You know, you're the first person
I've ever been with that I slept with on the first date."
"Well, considering that we didn't have sex, I don't think it counts."
"Good point."
"Hey, I got a question. You spend a lot of time in subspace, yeah?"
"Yeah. Several hours a day, usually."
"You ever bring anything back? Like, if you went through a construct
that was full of gold bars, that'd make you rich, right?"
"Yeah it would, if it worked that way. You can't take anything with you,
it just disappears."
"Oh, I gotcha..." I trailed off, thinking about the fork in my purse.
The fork from subspace.
I laid there thinking about it long after Sarah fell asleep.
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