The Water Wars - Cameron Stracher [65]
“Yes, and it’d be nice to have some commandos while we’re dreaming,” Sula muttered.
“You said you could drive anything,” Will continued. “They have jets.”
Sula’s eyes brightened.
“They’ll never expect it,” he went on.
“But we can’t leave Kai here,” I protested.
Sula frowned. “Who said anything about leaving without him? He’s worth too much to leave behind.”
“You’re not going to sell him!” I said, horrified.
“Sell him? Do I look like a merc?”
I hesitated. But her violet eyes made me trust her. Whatever suffering she’d endured had made her unblinking and resolute.
We helped Ulysses to his feet. He was weak, but the adrenaline helped. Sula quickly examined him and confirmed nothing was broken.
“I could have told you that,” Ulysses growled.
“Oh, Ulysses, she’s just worried about you.” For the first time since we had left home, I felt a surge of optimism. Our group of three had grown to four, and soon, I hoped, we would be six.
Sula led us out of the cell into the dim hallway. “So you’re the great pirate king?” she asked.
“Not a king,” he said. “I’ve explained that.”
“I always wondered what pirates did with all that water they stole.”
“We don’t steal water. We take it from people who don’t deserve it.”
“Ah, you mean from the pipelines that irrigate crops for innocent children?”
“And I suppose you deliver the water you’re skimming from this abomination to orphans and widows?”
They bickered like this for a while, but I could tell they admired each other. Two fighters; two survivors. Sula, the loner. Ulysses, the leader. Where she was impulsive, he was measured and deliberate. Where she would strike first, he would strike back. Their differences, however, were less important than their common enemy: Bluewater.
“The boy will be in the presentation room,” said Ulysses.
Sula put her hand on her harpoon. “We’ll need more weapons.”
“I don’t care how quick you are with that spear, you’ll not outfight the security forces of a half-dozen nations.”
“I’ve fought twenty men and killed them all.”
“Were they armed?”
“Of course they were armed!”
“Listen to me. You’ll not beat these people by killing them. For every one you kill, there will be two more coming at you. And what about the children? What do you plan to do with them? Give them weapons?”
“I can fire a gun,” said Will.
Sula turned to him as if she might consider it, then she swung back to Ulysses. “You have a better idea?”
“We’ll need a distraction.
“Such as?”
“Bluewater needs water. What if it were dammed?”
“That’s impossible.”
“Easier than killing hundreds.”
Sula was not a listener, but she remained silent while Ulysses outlined his plan. Soon she was nodding while Ulysses scratched a rough schematic in the dust.
“It will be a race to get out of here,” he concluded, “You’ll have to prepare the skimmer for all of us.”
“Sula can fly jets,” said Will.
Ulysses stared at her with newfound admiration. “Bluewater has jets.”
“What was your first clue?” asked Sula as if she were talking to an infant.
I watched Ulysses recalibrate this information. His brow furrowed, and the bird tattooed on his neck dipped its wing. “The jetport will have a security detail.”
“They’ll be looking for us on the water,” said Sula.
“It won’t take long for them to figure out their mistake.”
“I’ll need five minutes.”
Ulysses nodded. I knew that pirates worked together, their groups small but well-coordinated. I surveyed our group. Two of us had never handled a weapon, three of us were injured, and the four of us were badly outnumbered. Yet our survival—and Kai’s—depended on our collective effort. Ulysses divvied up the tasks. Sula and I would cause the diversion. Ulysses and Will would make their way to the presentation room. If everything went as planned, we would meet on the roof, where the jets were parked.
“Be careful,” Ulysses instructed. “Stay low, and keep to the corners. Avoid the open halls. If there’s shooting, don’t engage; keep moving.”
“You be careful too,” I said to him. The drug