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Chapter Forty-Two Exit the Tag Team

Colonel Emilio, defMoma, the Peruvian kids with big eyes and bigger guns all vanished during the night while Axl sat guard on Mai, taking their Honda GyroBykes with then. Behind them, PaxForce left firepits that still smoked, stinking outdoor latrines and SERIOUS tagged in gloPaint on a dozen already-decrepit buildings.

And everyone in Cocheforet was ecstatic about their leaving except for Axl, who didn’t know whether to be worried or just plain relieved.

Now Axl had left Cocheforet too and both the village and valley were half a day behind him. For Axl that was life’s one small blessing. Nothing could make him go back to that Inn or the jumble of crude shacks slung along a track that went precisely nowhere. Leon, his customers, the snot-nosed, dirty-arsed Tibetan children, all had lined up in silence early that morning to watch Axl and Mai ride through, followed after by Kate, Ketzia and Tukten. Of those last three only Kate and Ketzia had horses. At the back of the small group traipsed Louis, looking close to tears again. Hatred for Axl rose from the small crowd like steam.

Even the strays dogs had fallen silent.

Not one of that crowd wouldn’t have knocked Axl from his horse given even a fifth of a chance. But the Browning snubPup that rested across his saddle had reduced even Leon to the status of a sullen spectator.

Maybe they’d intended to attack and lost their nerve or maybe the villagers had never got beyond thinking about it but all they did was spit and mutter. One stone hurled accurately or the steel edge of a spade swung into the small of his back would have been enough. Riots had been born from less. But they were ‘fugees, Axl reminded himself. Helpless, hopeless ... It was hard to know who held the other in most contempt.

Kate wasn’t riding to keep Mai company, she’d told Axl. She was going to Vajrayana to lodge a formal complaint. Those were the words she used. Axl wasn’t surprised. Most of the women he’d fucked would have told him they intended to have his head, but Kate had a complaint to lodge.

Axl shrugged. Let her lodge it. And if Kate, Louis and Ketzia held him responsible for all that had happened, let them. He wasn’t afraid of the machete that dangled unsheathed from Ketzia’s hip, of Kate’s cold disdain or Louis’s open hatred.

As for Tukten, he was glued to Mai’s side, jogging beside the saddle of her shaggy pony as if he’d finally found his place in life. Besides, not even Tsongkhapa would go against a properly conducted arrest. Axl had been given a job to do and finally he’d done it. Everything else had been killing time.

He had nothing to regret, so what gave with the sparsely-layered acid trance that rolled into his head like mist from the steep slope around him… ? Axl didn’t know. But no matter where he looked or what he thought, he couldn’t shift it.

Kicking his mare forward, Axl kept climbing towards a deep split in the rock face, the reins to Mai’s mountain pony wrapped tight round his wrist. He hadn’t bothered to ask how a village that the night before could only produce one pony, and that in the face of a gun, had suddenly found two extra animals for Kate and Ketzia. The answer was too obvious. Axl was an outsider. And everyone who wasn’t from Cocheforet was an enemy.

It didn’t seem worth pointing out to Kate how lightly her precious village had got off. There were safety zones back on earth where no buildings still stood, where every child had been found binned and bagged in a corner, their throats cut.

No men in Cocheforet had been forced at gunpoint to sodomise their daughters, no mothers had to choose between biting off the testicles of their fathers or their sons. Not one person had been disembowelled, buried alive or hosed with gel from an unlit flame gun and then forced to light a match. There were no body pits for outside observers to dig up and divide the number of toes by five to reach a tally of the dead.

Axl was as angry as he was shattered. Just how angry he found it hard to admit. The problem was, it wasn’t really with them.

Hoofs slid as Axl’s mount hit a stream flowing so shallow across rock as to be almost unseen. The landscape was cold and quiet and all the rock near the summit was black. At noon, an eerie mist had rolled down the scree-strewn mountain side and promptly vanished after filling everyone’s lungs with wet air. And by afternoon Axl’s spine ached and the inside of his thighs burnt from where they chaffed against his damp saddle. More worryingly, the countdown inside his eye had hit 96.00.00 and promptly changed colour, from white to pink. Now Axl was ignoring it as he intended to ignore it the next time it jacked itself up a colour code.

Five miles every hour would have been excellent progress, if only they could have managed it. Most times their speed was closer to four or even three, no faster than a human walk. Except no human could have climbed that path without stops the way the ponies did. Either they were a truly resilient mountain breed or germline mods had been made back up the line to allow increased oxygen absorption. Though, God knew, it felt like if the air got any thinner it would disappear altogether.

Axl didn’t know what kind of preNatal zipcoding Samsara allowed or required, but the Red Cross had to be doing some kind of germline splicing on ‘fugees to help preborns adapt.

Kate sat white-faced with fatigue and winced everytime her horse stumbled, which was every second step. Ketzia and Tukten just scowled. As for Louis, Axl couldn’t see him, the little priest was too far behind. Mai was the only one who seemed unconcerned. But that wasn’t a good sign, at least Axl didn’t think so. Since being told she had Joan’s nightmares backed up on the wrong side of her unconscious, Mai had taken to talking to herself, as if in conversation with what little of her real self was left.

‘Proud of yourself?’ Axl asked Kate, hauling in on his reins and pulling Mai’s pony to an abrupt halt in front of Kate. The woman slid forward on her saddle, pain hissing from between clenched teeth. If her thighs were as raw as Axl’s then she really hurt. And she was without the remains of defMoma’s sulphate he’d used to deaden the pain.

Kate didn’t have to ask, proud of what? She didn’t answer either, although her eyes flicked across to where Mai sat, oblivious to the drizzle, mountains and thinning air. What was going on in there? That was the real question and she couldn’t answer that any more than Axl.

Everyone had a ghost inside their head to watch what they did.

Waiting and questioning. Not necessarily the ghost of someone dead, sometimes just a memory of someone no longer powerful to anyone except the child hidden inside the head of the adult, still seeking approval that would never be given or love that could only be withheld. Maybe childhoods fed on approval didn’t have ghosts; Kate wasn’t certain, but she didn’t quite believe it. Everyone had to have ghosts. Judges hardwired inside their heads to criticise or praise the actions they took, judging even those others no longer dared to judge.

For Kate, it was Joan. For Mai… ? Kate didn’t know, but it probably wasn’t a memory of her mother either. After all, most people’s ghost was provided by their mother. As for Axl, Kate knew he thought his ghost was the Cardinal. But she believed it was someone earlier. The woman he’d talked about that night. . .

Axl had protested he carried no values from back then, nothing hardwired inside his head. Then he’d mentioned that outside-in what passed for the real world-those values he didn’t carry from back then had earned the matron fifteen to twenty in the State pen.

The Lucky-Strike burns on his arms hadn’t healed when they pulled her in and the NYPD figured they’d have no trouble getting the children to testify. The way Axl told it, they were wrong. Not one child at the home would give evidence. The woman was as close as they had come to a mother. And besides none of them believed she wouldn’t be out inside a week. They might have lived dangerously but they weren’t stupid.

Twilight came in slowly, the whole-world finally falling into a night far darker than back on earth. The notes in his head grew softer, questioning. Almost sad.

‘We’ll camp down there,’ announced Axl.

There were stars, of course, just not overhead where a band of intense black stretched across the sky, like some hand had ripped out the Milky Way and replaced each star with a negative image. Stars could be seen as cold flickering dots, heavenly Braille written away to the edges of the dark scar in that gap of sky between the black band overhead and the impossibly high, distant edge of the mountain wall.

What little latent heat the rocks held soon leached away into the vicious cold of night. But the group didn’t stop until it cleared the high pass and began a descent down bleak rocky scree towards the high plateau. And then the wind changed direction and they were walking into the sudden smell of death.

‘Peg out the horses,’ Axl ordered when they at last reached the patch of flat ground he’d been pointing to. ‘And drive the pegs deep.’ No one answered but Ketzia and Kate still did as he suggested, hobbling their ponies and using rocks to drive shackle pegs far into the poor earth.

‘Why doesn’t the stink go away?’ Mai’s flat whisper contained the first, the only intelligible words she’d uttered since leaving her bedroom at Escondido.

Because the pass was steep, bleak and treacherous, much like life, thought Axl. No sooner do we get past the corpse of one fallen animal than there’s another. But he said nothing and her question went unanswered. Not that it would take even Mai long to work that out for herself.

‘Find some wood,’ Axl ordered Tukten, but the dark-haired boy just stared sullenly in Axl’s direction and started to shuffle backwards into the darkness. ‘Or don’t you want to protect Mai?’

Tukten stopped shuffling.

‘There are wolves and snow leopards,’ Axl said as he clambered slowly from his own mare and forced himself to hammer a hobble peg into the ground. ‘Ice hyenas, wild dogs, kites… You want Mai to stay awake all night shitting herself with fright at every breaking twig, that’s fine ... It makes no difference to me. I’ve got this.’

Axl hefted his snubPup into view.

Tukten and Ketzia built a fire while Axl lent back against obsidian black rock and watched. Absentmindedly noting who’d brought matches, who arranged the damp twigs, who did exactly as they were told. As he expected, Kate organised while Ketzia actually did the work of lighting the fire. Louis just sat as far away from Axl as possible, never looking at the man he held responsible for everything that had happened.

What did he see? Axl wondered. But inside himself he already knew ... A yawning thug who had molested the Japanese girl, seduced a grieving woman and betrayed all of them. That wasn’t how Axl saw it, obviously. At least he didn’t think he did.

Mai dropped to a squat beside Axl, her soft face highlighted by the first flames of the fire. Whatever she wanted to say remained unsaid.

The night gripped so cold that Mai’s breath solidified to smoke and spiralled away. Vomit still rose and fell in her throat like mercury in some ancient barometer and Mai finally knew what that smell was, though she couldn’t remember how she knew. But she felt better now the monkey in her head had stopped talking.

All the same her skin was stiff with cold and her gut hurt. Somewhere inside her head a voice was telling her that things could only get better.

‘I’m going to have to shackle you,’ Axl said, reaching into his pocket for a length of twine.

‘Why?’ Mai did a convincing job of looking puzzled. But the sudden unexpected irony in her voice contrasted so strongly with the soft, puppy fat of her fourteen-year-old face that it unnerved Axl. Even more so when he factored a cynicism into her smile which was definitely old before its time.

‘Because,’ said Axl, ‘I can’t afford to let you escape, can I?’

Mai opened her mouth, and choked. . . Until then she’d been breathing as shallowly as possible, despite the cold thinness of the air. The stench saw to that.

‘A body,’ the kid said flatly, when her coughing fit had gone. ‘Or a dead animal.’

Axl nodded. And she nodded back as if he’d only confirmed what she already knew. They weren’t yet near enough the charnel ground to smell it. This was just a foretaste.

‘Where would Mai escape to?’ Mai asked. ‘Back to that village? Down onto the high plateau to get torn apart by wolves? The next town must be fifty miles, maybe a hundred… No one would be that stupid.’

Actually, thought Axl grabbing one of Mai’s ankles and yanking, they would. The kid toppled back onto her arse, her definitely Mai-like swearing only ending when Kate left the fire to fend for itself and came to crouch down beside Mai.

‘How sweet,’ Kate told the Japanese girl as she watched Axl rip laces from the top two rivet holes of Mai’s boots and re-thread them to bind the girl’s ankles tightly together. ‘At least he’s not planning to fuck you.’

‘Kate...'

She shot Axl a look that should have killed and kept talking. ‘Of course,’ she told Mai, ‘that’s probably because you don’t have any secrets he wants to hear…’

There was no answer to that. At least not one that Kate would listen to. Axl knew, he’d tried. The elder woman kept watching as Axl tied one end of his twine to the laces of Mai’s boots and looped the other end to his own wrist.

‘Not afraid someone might cut it in the night?’ Kate asked. There were no prizes for guessing which someone Kate had in mind.

‘That won’t happen,’ said Axl, staring Kate straight in the face.

Kate didn’t want to ask him why not or be the first to look away, but she did both.

‘Because I don’t intend to sleep,’ Axl told her abruptly and pushed Mai softly backward so she tumbled to the ground. ‘Get some rest and don’t even think of running away.’

Mai wouldn’t, rest or sleep. The kid meant it when she said there was nowhere for her to go. ‘As for you,’ Axl stared at Kate, ‘I don’t want to see you anywhere near her.’ He watched Kate stand up slowly and stalk away to the far side of the fire, where she sat with her back to him, staring up into the darkness at the way they’d come.

‘You like her, don’t you?’ Mai said suddenly. The kid was smiling, that sad kind of half-smile that rests somewhere between regret and pity… Which was weird as fuck, Axl decided, because if he’d been Mai the only thing he’d have felt was hatred.

‘Sleep.’ Axl’s order was rougher than he intended but Mai only smiled again. ‘You could always try some yourself,’ she said.