Dreams in the Tower Part 2 Read Online Free
Author: Andrew Vrana
for speed. Without the detour to Austin, they could be in Dallas by that night. He expected this would be welcome news to Sabrina.
It hadn’t been her idea to come to Dallas. After taking the hyperloop down to L.A. (both of them immensely relieved when they weren’t apprehended at either security checkpoint), Sabrina’s plan had apparently been to wander around and wait for something to happen. They passed the time with him telling her all he knew about Silte Corp and its above-the-law business practices and providing updates from Seito on what had become a full-scale cyberwar. What finally pushed her into action was when he relayed Seito’s message about the leaked Project Unify report; that had driven her to offer to do whatever she could to help the movement. Two days later, Seito delivered the message that she and Jason should start heading towards Dallas. But why , Jason had wondered, go there, into Silte’s swarming hive? Could it really be just about saving some girl Silte wanted to kill? Jason didn’t know. He just went where they told him; that’s all he could do now. The fact that Sabrina had some ex-cop friend there who she swore would be sympathetic to the cause was enough to justify the suicide mission in her mind, so it had to be good enough for him as well.
“You about ready?”
Jason turned to find Sabrina standing in the open doorway of their room. The soapy fr agrance of her recent shower wafted to him: a pleasant change from the stench of the road. “Whenever you are,” he said.
“Great.” She smiled solemnly at him. “You want to risk stopping for some real breakfast? I’m tired of motel food.”
* * *
As Sabrina merged her little Honda e-car (a civilian car that was untraceable thanks to Seito’s remote masking job) back onto the highway, Jason gulped his now-lukewarm coffee. His sto mach was full of bacon and egg croissant and he was somehow much more optimistic than he had been in recent days. It was amazing what a nice meal and a cup of fresh coffee could do after almost two weeks of gas station food and cheap caffeinated dirt-water.
Maybe it was the breakfast that sparked his good mood, or maybe it was a cceptance; what it surely was not was the conversation with Seito. His friend had forced him to examine, for the first time, the unsavory choice of either jumping into a pool of raw sewage or gradually wading out until the muck finally rose above his head. The decision he had made, to jump right in, seemed like the better option simply because he might help save a few people. But it was all the same in the end. At least I have Sabrina. With her cop training and years of experience, Jason did feel a little safer when he was with her. Still, one detective didn’t mean much when the other side had an army.
“You know,” he said as Sabrina tuned the satellite radio to a news station, “I was thinking earlier, about Silte and Dellia Thomas and everything else. I want to help. I want to go with you to Dallas.” He wanted to tell her the truth just then. They hadn’t been together long, but being on the run had brought them much closer than anything could have in their former lives. He had come to fully trust this woman; he even considered her one of his only real friends. But he had orders to follow now. It would be better not to forget them so soon.
“Really?” She shot a quick glance over at him, her eyebrows rising up over the frames of her black sunglasses. “That’s great. What made you change your mind?”
“Reality,” he said. He may not be able to tell her the whole truth, but he wasn’t going to lie.
11
“That’ll be ten seventy-six. Wallet app? All right, tap ‘OK’ when your total appears.”
Obliging the peppy barista, Dellia paid for her drink and joined the second long queue at the other side of the counter. This Starbucks was one of the busiest places in Uptown in
It hadn’t been her idea to come to Dallas. After taking the hyperloop down to L.A. (both of them immensely relieved when they weren’t apprehended at either security checkpoint), Sabrina’s plan had apparently been to wander around and wait for something to happen. They passed the time with him telling her all he knew about Silte Corp and its above-the-law business practices and providing updates from Seito on what had become a full-scale cyberwar. What finally pushed her into action was when he relayed Seito’s message about the leaked Project Unify report; that had driven her to offer to do whatever she could to help the movement. Two days later, Seito delivered the message that she and Jason should start heading towards Dallas. But why , Jason had wondered, go there, into Silte’s swarming hive? Could it really be just about saving some girl Silte wanted to kill? Jason didn’t know. He just went where they told him; that’s all he could do now. The fact that Sabrina had some ex-cop friend there who she swore would be sympathetic to the cause was enough to justify the suicide mission in her mind, so it had to be good enough for him as well.
“You about ready?”
Jason turned to find Sabrina standing in the open doorway of their room. The soapy fr agrance of her recent shower wafted to him: a pleasant change from the stench of the road. “Whenever you are,” he said.
“Great.” She smiled solemnly at him. “You want to risk stopping for some real breakfast? I’m tired of motel food.”
* * *
As Sabrina merged her little Honda e-car (a civilian car that was untraceable thanks to Seito’s remote masking job) back onto the highway, Jason gulped his now-lukewarm coffee. His sto mach was full of bacon and egg croissant and he was somehow much more optimistic than he had been in recent days. It was amazing what a nice meal and a cup of fresh coffee could do after almost two weeks of gas station food and cheap caffeinated dirt-water.
Maybe it was the breakfast that sparked his good mood, or maybe it was a cceptance; what it surely was not was the conversation with Seito. His friend had forced him to examine, for the first time, the unsavory choice of either jumping into a pool of raw sewage or gradually wading out until the muck finally rose above his head. The decision he had made, to jump right in, seemed like the better option simply because he might help save a few people. But it was all the same in the end. At least I have Sabrina. With her cop training and years of experience, Jason did feel a little safer when he was with her. Still, one detective didn’t mean much when the other side had an army.
“You know,” he said as Sabrina tuned the satellite radio to a news station, “I was thinking earlier, about Silte and Dellia Thomas and everything else. I want to help. I want to go with you to Dallas.” He wanted to tell her the truth just then. They hadn’t been together long, but being on the run had brought them much closer than anything could have in their former lives. He had come to fully trust this woman; he even considered her one of his only real friends. But he had orders to follow now. It would be better not to forget them so soon.
“Really?” She shot a quick glance over at him, her eyebrows rising up over the frames of her black sunglasses. “That’s great. What made you change your mind?”
“Reality,” he said. He may not be able to tell her the whole truth, but he wasn’t going to lie.
11
“That’ll be ten seventy-six. Wallet app? All right, tap ‘OK’ when your total appears.”
Obliging the peppy barista, Dellia paid for her drink and joined the second long queue at the other side of the counter. This Starbucks was one of the busiest places in Uptown in
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