Jennifer Government Part 46

"What's going on?" Hack said.

"Hold the door handle."

"What?"

"Hold the door handle, I can't find the lock!"

"Oh, s.h.i.t," Hack said, and John hit the door from the other side. Someone screamed, and it might have been her. "Where's the lock?"

"I don't know, I can't see!"

The door rattled. "I'm losing it, I'm losing it, find the lock!"

"Lock the f.u.c.king door!" Claire shouted.

Violet found a bolt and slid it across. John hit the door again. She sagged in relief.

"You did it." Hack's voice sounded warm. "Thank G.o.d."

"Yeah," she said. She suddenly thought: was Hack hitting on her? Yes, she thought, he was. Hack had dallied with Claire, with shy, quiet Claire, but Claire wasn't enough for him. Hack needed someone like Violet, who could take charge of him. She'd told him that a thousand times. "Isn't it funny, how we should meet again? It's like fate."

"Where's the light switch?" Claire said.

"Uh," Hack said. "I guess, yeah."

She found his arm in the darkness and squeezed. "We should go somewhere and catch up."

The light flicked on. Claire was standing next to a switch. The room was filled with shelves and boxes.

"Hey," Violet said. "Well done, beanpole."

"Violet?" John said through the door. "Can you hear me? I think we got all mixed up. I'm here to do the trade. I've got your money. I'll leave it on the desk, all right?"

She bit her lip. "I wonder if he really has my money."

Hack said, "Violet, this guy's not here to do you any favors."

"Hmm," she said. "You're right. Let's get out of here." There was an exit at the rear, leading to a dark stairwell.

Halfway down, Hack said, "Violet?"

"Yeah?"

"Who was that little girl with you?"

"Oh!" she said. "No one."

They exited on the ground floor, between a Disney store and a Starbucks. The mall was so packed with shoppers that the air felt hot and humid. It was hard to breathe. Violet's mind was racing. This was some good luck, reuniting with Hack. She wanted to capitalize on it. "Let's go back up." She tugged her gun from her pocket. "Let's get John."

"Uh," Hack said, "Violet, I think we should just get out of here."

"I should have shot him through the door," she said. She felt like an idiot. "Why didn't I shoot him through the door?"

Hack and Claire were staring at her.

"What?"

"Are you nuts nuts?"

"Hey," Violet said, stung. "You don't know what I've been through. I'm just trying to get what's mine. If I have to shoot someone, I'll do it." But Hack was looking at her as if he'd never seen her before. Claire was standing there, letting it all happen, and Violet realized she'd gone too far. She decided to tear up. "Hack...it's been so hard." She clutched at his shirt. "I only wanted to get ahead, but everyone kept s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g me. I'm sorry I hurt people. Forgive me?"

"Don't touch me! You need help! Seriously!"

"Why, you little s.h.i.t," she started, but that was as far as she got. There was a man in the crowd, and his eyes were locked onto hers. He looked familiar. When his face darkened and he began to move toward her, she remembered. She'd met him this morning, at Kate's school. His name was Buy.

"Oh-oh," she said.

78 Hubris

When the NRA took Jennifer away, John sank to the carpet. He closed his eyes and pressed his face against the gla.s.s. Then he started laughing. At first it was a sn.i.g.g.e.r, then it ballooned out of control. He screamed with laughter. He felt tears streaming down his face.

The funny thing was Jennifer's face. She'd thought she had him. She'd thought she was about to exact righteous vengeance. Then, BAM! He had her. It was cla.s.sic. It was why people like John got ahead in life and people like Jennifer took Government jobs.

He stayed there for too long. Then the gla.s.s against his cheek trembled. He sat up, startled. The entire building vibrated. Then it stopped. John waited. There was a booming, rolling crump. crump. The building shook again, harder. The building shook again, harder.

John bit his lip. He had a feeling that he knew what that might have been. That might have been General Li using his own judgment.

The elevator doors dinged. "John?" He turned. It was the Pepsi kid, looking somber. "John, you need to come with me. It's important."

"Did you just feel that?"

"Come on. This is serious."

"Are we being attacked? Is it Team Advantage? I need to see General Li."

They entered the elevator. "That's where I'm taking you."

"You're a good kid," John said. "You've stuck with me from the beginning. I won't forget that."

"Yeah, thanks," the kid said. "You have, what, some kind of disturbance up here?"

"A domestic dispute." He grinned. Then he saw where the elevator was headed. "Where are we going? That's Alfonse's floor."

"That's where Li is."

"Wait," John said, panicked. "What's going on? What did"

The doors opened. The area was packed with Liaisons. Heads turned. Conversation died. Alfonse was standing in the middle of the room. General Li was with him, his beret in his hands.

"What the h.e.l.l?" John said.

"John," Alfonse said. "Are you aware of what's going on outside?"

"What's happening?"

Alfonse looked at Li.

Li said, "John explicitly authorized me to use any and all resources at my disposal to respond to enemy a.s.saults."

"What the f.u.c.k is happening happening?"

"You have done precisely what I forbade you to do," Alfonse said. "You have involved us in further military action. This must end. Immediately. It is not a profitable environment for business."

"Okay, wait." This was going to require another speech, John realized. "Yes, okay, a few people will get killed. Change is always messy. But let me be clear, we are going to be the winners in this new world. Without the Government, we can eliminate Team Advantage. Without Team Advantage, we have no compet.i.tion. That's worth a little conflict. This is all just aggressive compet.i.tion within a free market." He looked around. There didn't seem to be many nodding heads.

"This isn't freedom, John. It's anarchy."

"Well," John said, "if you're going to split hairs"

"There has been a vote."

He froze. "Excuse me?"

"The member companies have decided that an unregulated market does not serve our interests. We have already begun a dialog with the Government."

"Who? Which companies? Because, fine, let them go. We don't need those p.u.s.s.ies."

"Most of them."

"Oh." He swallowed. "I see."

Alfonse said, "We will, of course, be disavowing any responsibility for damage caused by your actions."

"Of course." He could feel the hysteria rising in his throat. "Sure, go ahead, paint me me as the bad guy." as the bad guy."

"Security will escort you out of the building."

"I have a right to be here! I'm the Nike Liaison!"

"No, John, you're not."

He turned. Gregory Nike was against the wall. John hadn't seen him. "Well," John said. "Isn't this sweet." He turned to the Liaisons. "Who's with me? Who wants to keep up the fight? We can start our own loyalty program! We can finish what we started! Who's with me Who's with me?" Suddenly a lot of Liaisons were frowning at the floor and studying the paintings. "You cheap f.u.c.ks," he said.

An NRA soldier took his arm. It was one of the same guys who had thrown Jennifer out; of course it was. "Let's go."

"Li! Don't let them do this!" But Li said nothing. Li knew where his budget was coming from. The soldier began pushing him toward the elevator. As they reached the stairwell, John caught sight of the Pepsi kid. "And you!" John clung to the door frame. The soldier tugged at his arms. "You little s.h.i.t! You always were a spineless parasite, you Pepsi a.s.shole!"

"Don't make this difficult," the soldier said. John lost his grip on the frame. The door banged shut. Then it opened. The Pepsi kid appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Hey, John," he said. "My name is Theo."

"What?"

"My name is Theodore."

"What makes you think I give a s.h.i.t?"

"No reason," the kid said. Then the soldier dragged John down another flight of stairs and he lost sight of him.

"Okay, wait, wait," he said. "You don't need to take me straight out. At least let me get some things from my office. Let me make a couple of calls."

"My orders are clear, sir."

"That Government agentyou shot her, right? She's not still around, is she?"

The soldier glanced at him. "It was decided to eject her from the building."

"You a.s.shole a.s.shole! You talk about orders, what about my G.o.dd.a.m.n orders?" The solder said nothing. "Okay, wait. I'm sorry. You're just trying to do your job. I appreciate that. But you don't have to take me out the front door. Let me leave through the parking lot."

"I'm taking you out the front door."

"I'm very close friends with General Li! Very close! You don't want to p.i.s.s me off!"

"I'll take that risk, sir."

"I have two hundred dollars," John said. "Right here in my pocket. Go on, take it." They entered the lobby: the gla.s.s revolving doors loomed. He tried to dig in his heels, but his business shoes slipped on the polished floor.

"Please, sir," the soldier said. The lobby doors slid apart, and then there was sunshine, and people. "You're demeaning not only yourself, but the entire US Alliance organization."

"Oh, shut the f.u.c.k up," John said.