“Since I watched this spy movie about—”
Jeth smacked him in the back of the head. “Shut. Up.”
Shady rubbed the spot, grinning.
“It’s a fair question,” Sierra said, casting Shady a bemused look. “But unless Renford’s had new hardware installed recently, he doesn’t have the ability to set up an isolated network. He’s never had a reason to. His men all hold top-secret clearances. Now—” Sierra swept her gaze over everyone present. “Are we all good with what’s happening?”
When no one said anything to the contrary, Jeth stood and said, “Let’s get ready to go. Those of us going to the Citation, get your gear. We head out in ten.”
Everyone stood and moved for the door, except for Jeth, who lingered behind with Milton.
“Doesn’t that include you?” Milton said when they were alone. “The Citation, I mean.”
“Yeah, it does.” Jeth tried not to think about how this might be the last time he was ever on board Avalon. The thought was so painful, he thought his heart might stop beating if he dwelled on it too long.
“What’s on your mind?” Milton said.
Jeth swallowed, finding it hard to breathe. He knew what he had to say, he just wasn’t sure he was ready. It wasn’t that he expected Milton to be angry or to argue, it was knowing that he wouldn’t. Milton would understand what Jeth was about to say better than anybody.
“When we get Cora and Lizzie back on Avalon, I want you to take the ship and get as far away from Hammer as possible. Find somewhere safe, maybe even something planetside. I hear Enoch is a good place to settle.” He sucked in a breath, the words like acid in his mouth, the terrible taste of a dying dream. “Take the rest of the crew too, if you can convince them.”
“Take them, but not you?” Milton asked, his voice a throaty whisper.
“I’m going back to Peltraz.”
A muscle pulsed in Milton’s jaw, and for a moment Jeth thought he’d been wrong, that his uncle would argue with him. But Milton only said, “Why?”
“I’ve got to go back. If I try to escape, Hammer will come after me and he’ll never stop.” Jeth took a deep breath and then told Milton about Hammer’s promise that Jeth would wear one of the two implants.
Pity glistened in Milton’s eyes as Jeth finished speaking.
“You don’t seem surprised,” Jeth said, running a hand over his shaved hair.
“I saw the implant architecture when I examined you earlier.”
“Oh. Right.”
Milton shook his head. “The architecture may not be permanent, Jeth. It’s possible with the right equipment I might be able to remove it.”
Jeth gulped, the idea of being free of it making him heartsick with longing. Only it wasn’t an option. Not now. “No. Dax says if I go back willingly with him that Hammer won’t come looking for the rest of you. I’ve told him I will. At least this way I might have a chance at some kind of life. And it’ll give Lizzie and the others a chance at something even better.”
“You’re going to take the word of one of the Brethren on that?” Milton said.
“I have reason to believe him.”
Milton rubbed the scruff of gray beard on his chin. “Well, that might solve the threat from Hammer, but what about the ITA?”
“You’ll have to rely on Sierra to help with that. She’s already proven how far she’ll go to keep Cora safe. But it’ll be on you to protect all of them. It’s the least you can do.”
Milton flinched. “I’m sorry,” he said, “for starting all this. I never should’ve gambled the ship, and I never should’ve stayed.”
Jeth didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything to say. If he told Milton it was all right, that he wasn’t responsible, it would be a lie. Now didn’t seem the time for lying. All of them were responsible, and none of this was all right.
“Do you know why your parents named her Avalon?” Milton asked, looking around at the common room.
Jeth nodded, his throat tightening with painful memories. “Because she was their paradise, their otherworld, like the Avalon in First-Earth mythology. The land of apples and eternal summer and youth.”
“That’s right.” Milton exhaled. “And when they died—when I believed Marian was dead—I hated this ship. Hated it for what it was supposed to be and what it wasn’t. But when I lost Avalon in that card game, and to a tyrant like Hammer, I couldn’t just walk away. This was all I had left of your mother. She was more than my sister, you know. With our age difference, I practically raised her. She was like my daughter.”
Jeth bit his lip. He’d known Milton cared for his mother, but he’d never realized it was like that. He never talked about her. “Well, Avalon’s yours again. Just take care of her and Lizzie and Cora.” Jeth turned to leave, feeling the weight of despair press down upon him. He was leaving his ship. Maybe forever.
Milton grabbed his shoulder, stopping him. Jeth turned back and reluctantly met his uncle’s gaze.
“You’re not going back to Hammer just to keep him off our trail, are you?”
Jeth shook his head. Of course Milton would guess his secondary motive, the one so deep and secret inside him, he’d been afraid to give thought to it until now. “If I go back and have access to Hammer’s resources, I might find a way to rescue Mom.”