She was waiting in a car and she didnt like it. She didnt like waiting anyway, but the wiz shed done made it really hard. She had to keep reminding herself not to grit her teeth, because whatever Gerald had done to them, they were still sore. She was sore all over, now that she thought about it. Probably the wiz hadnt been such a great idea.
The car belonged to the woman, the one Gerald called Molly. Some kind of regular gray Japanese car like a suit would have, nice enough but nothing youd notice. It had that new smell inside and it was fast when they got out of Baltimore. It had a computer but the woman drove it herself, all the way back to the Sprawl, and now it was parked on the roof of a twenty-level lot that must be close to the hotel where Prior had taken her, because she could see that crazy building, the one with the waterfall, fixed up like a mountain.
There werent many other cars up here, and the ones that were were humped over with snow, like they hadnt moved in a long time. Except for the two guys in the booth where you drove in, there didnt seem to be anybody around at all. Here she was, in the middle of all those people, the biggest city in the world, and she was alone in the backseat of a car. Told to wait.
The woman hadnt said much when theyd come from Baltimore, just asked a question now and then, but the wiz had made it hard for Mona not to talk. Shed talked about Cleveland and Florida and Eddy and Prior.
Then theyd driven up here and parked.
So this Mollyd been gone at least an hour now, maybe longer. Shed taken a suitcase with her. The only thing Monad been able to get out of her was that shed known Gerald a long time, and Prior hadnt known that.
It was getting cold in the car again, so Mona climbed into the front seat and turned on the heater. She couldnt just leave it on low, because it might run the battery down, and Mollyd said if that happened, they were really in the shit. " Cause when I come back, we leave in a hurry." Then shed shown Mona where there was a sleeping bag under the drivers seat.
She set the heater on high and held her hands in front of the vent. Then she fiddled with the little vid studs beside the dash monitor and got a news show. The King of England was sick; he was really old. There was a new disease in Singapore; it hadnt killed anybody yet, but nobody knew how you got it or how to cure it. Some people thought there was some kind of big fight going on in Japan, two different bunches of Yakuza guys trying to kill each other, but nobody really knew; Yakuza that was something Eddy liked to bullshit about. Then these doors popped open and Angie came through on the arm of this amazing black guy, and the vid voice was saying this was live, shed just arrived in the Sprawl after a brief vacation at her house in Malibu, following treatment at a private drug clinic . . .
Angie looked just great in this big fur, but then the segment was over.
Mona remembered what Gerald had done; she touched her face.
She shut off the vid, then the heater, and got into the backseat again. Used the corner of the sleeping bag to clean her condensed breath off the window. She looked up at the mountainside-building, all lit up, past the sagging chainlink at the edge of the carlots roof. Like a whole country up there, maybe Colorado or something, like the stim where Angie went to Aspen and met this boy, only Robin turned up like he almost always did.
But what she didnt understand was this clinic stuff, how that barman had said Angied gone there because she was wired on something, and now shed just heard the news guy say it too, so she guessed it had to be true. But why would anybody like Angie, with a life like that and Robin Lanier for a boyfriend, want to do drugs?
Mona shook her head, looking out at that building, glad she wasnt hooked on anything.
She mustve drifted off for a minute, thinking about Lanette, because when she looked again, there was a copter, a big one, glittery black, poised above the mountain-building. It looked good, real big-town.
Shed known some rough women in Cleveland, girls nobody messed with, but this Molly was something else remembering Prior coming through that door, remembering him screaming . . . She wondered what it was hed finally admitted, because shed heard him talking, and Molly hadnt hurt him anymore. Theyd left him strapped in that chair and Mona had asked Molly if she thought hed get loose. Either that, Molly had said, or somebody finds him, or he dehydrates.
The copter settled, vanished. Big one, the kind with the whirly thing at both ends.
So here she was, waiting, no fucking idea what else to do.
Something Lanette had taught her, sometimes you had to list your assets assets were what you had going for you and just forget the other stuff. Okay. She was out of Florida. She was in Manhattan. She looked like Angie . . . That one stopped her. Was that an asset? Okay putting it another way shed just had a fortune in free cosmetic surgery and she had totally perfect teeth. Anyway, look at it that way and it wasnt so bad. Think about the flies in the squat. Yeah. If she spent the money she had left on a haircut and some makeup, she could come up with something that didnt look all that much like Angie, which was probably a good idea, because what if somebody was looking for her?
There went the copter again, lifting off.
Hey.
Maybe two blocks away and fifty stories higher, the things nose swung toward her, dipped . . . Its the wiz. Sort of wobbled there, then it was coming down . . . Wiz; it s not real. Straight down toward her. It just got bigger. Toward her. But it s the wiz, right? Then it was gone, behind another building, and it was just the wiz . . .
It swung around a corner, still five stories above the roof of the carlot, and it was still coming down and it wasnt the wiz, it was on her, a tight white beam stabbing out to find the gray car, and Mona popped the door lock and rolled out into the snow, still in the cars shadow, all around her the thunder of the things blades, its engines; Prior or whoever he worked for and they were after her. Then the spotlight went out, blades changed pitch, and it came down fast, too fast. Bounced on its landing gear. Slammed down again, engines dying, coughing blue flame.
Mona was on her hands and knees by the cars rear bumper. Slipped when she tried to get to her feet.
There was a sound like a gunshot; a square section of the copters skin blew out and skidded across the lots salt-stained concrete; a bright orange five-meter emergency exit slide popped out, inflating like a kids beachtoy. Mona got up more carefully, holding on to the gray cars fender. A dark, bundled figure swung its legs out over the slide and went down, sitting up, just like a kid at a playground. Another figure followed, this one padded in a huge hooded jacket the same color as the slide.
Mona shivered as the one in orange led the other toward her across the roof, away from the black copter. It was . . . But it was!
"Want you both in back," Molly said, opening the door on the drivers side.
"Its you," Mona managed, to the most famous face in the world.
"Yes," Angie said, her eyes on Monas face, "it . . . seems to be . . ."
"Come on," Molly said, her hand on the stars shoulder. "Get in. Your Martian spadell be waking up already." She glanced back at the helicopter. It looked like a big toy sitting there, no lights, like a giant kid had put it down and forgotten it.
"Hed better be," Angie said, climbing into the back of the car.
"You too, hon," Molly said, pushing Mona toward the open door.
"But . . . I mean . . ."
"Move!"
Mona climbed in, smelling Angies perfume, wrist brushing the supernatural softness of that big fur. "I saw you," she heard herself say. "On the vid."
Angie didnt say anything.
Molly slid into the drivers seat, yanked the door shut, and started the engine. The orange hood was snugged up tight, her face a white mask with blank silver eyes. Then they were rolling toward the sheltered ramp, swinging into the first curve. Down five levels like that, in a tight spiral, and Molly swung them off into aisles of larger vehicles under dim green diagonals of light-strip.
"Parafoils," Molly said. "You ever see any parafoil gear, up the Envoy?"
"No," Angie said.
"If Net security has any, they could be upstairs already . . ." She swung the car in behind a big long boxy hover, a white one with a name painted across the rear doors in square blue letters.
"Whats it say?" Mona asked, then felt herself blush.
"Cathode Cathay," Angie said.
Mona thought shed heard that name before.
Molly was out there opening those big doors. Pulling down these yellow plastic ramp things.
Then she was back in the car. Reversed, put it in drive, and they rolled right up into the hover. She stripped back the orange hood and shook her head to free her hair. "Mona, you think you can get out there and shove those ramps back in? They arent heavy." It didnt sound like a question.
They werent heavy. She pulled herself up behind the car and helped Molly pull the doors shut.
She could feel Angie there in the dark.
It was really Angie.
"Up front, strap in, hold on."
Angie. She was sitting right beside Angie.
There was a whoosh as Molly filled the hovers bags; then they were skimming down the spiral ramp.
"Your friend," Molly said, "hes awake by now, but he cant really move yet. Another fifteen minutes." She swung off the ramp again and this time Mona had lost track of the levels. This one was packed with fancy cars, little ones. The hover roared along a central aisle, swung left.
"Youll be lucky if he isnt waiting for us outside," Angie said.
Molly brought them to a halt ten meters from a big metal door painted with diagonal stripes, yellow and black.
"No," Molly said, taking a little blue box from the dash compartment, "he s lucky if hes not waiting outside." The door blew out of its frame with an orange flash and a sound that slammed into Monas diaphragm like a solid blow. It crashed into the wet street in a cloud of smoke and then they were over it, turning, the hover accelerating.
"This is awfully crude, isnt it?" Angie said, and actually laughed.
"I know," Molly said, intent on her driving. "Sometimes thats just the way to go. Mona, tell her about Prior. Prior and your boyfriend. What you told me."
Mona hadnt ever felt so shy in her life.
"Please," Angie said, "tell me. Mona."
Just like that. Her name. Angie Mitchell had actually said her name. To her. Right there.
It made her want to faint.