Meridian Six by Jaye Wells

little lead time to get as far from the building as possible before it blows."
    Rabbit practically pranced with excitement as he listened to the instructions. Dare hung back, staring off toward the river in the distance. Further downstream, the lights of Nachstadt created a surreal glow on the horizon. "You okay?" I asked, moving closer.
    She shook herself and dragged her eyes from the lights. "I smell death on the air."
    "Hopefully Troika deaths."
    She just looked at me without speaking.
    "Dare, Six?" Icarus called back. "He's ready."
    Dare sighed and dragged herself out of whatever headspace she'd retreated to. "The master calls."
    I looked up at the dim stars that were determined to be seen despite the city's lights and the Factory's fires. "Please." I wasn't sure to whom I was pleading or even what exactly I was asking for. I just knew that if anyone in the entire world needed help at that moment it was us.
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    Rabbit hung outside the tunnel long enough for us to take positions on a nearby rise. We needed to have a bird's eye view of the compound so we could warn him if any guards were close. Icarus held a small remote in his hand. A punch of the button would set off a small shock on a sensor around Rabbit's wrist. It wasn't the best warning system, but it was all we had. Besides, even if we'd had a more sophisticated verbal warning system, we couldn't have risked interference getting picked up by the guards' walkie-talkies.
    Once we were in position, Icarus sent a quick double-zap to the kid to let him know it was time to go. We were far enough away that Rabbit looked incredibly small and very young beside the dark river and the pipe's wide mouth. An instant after Icarus hit the button, the kid looked down at his wrist and then waved to signal he'd received the message.
    Dare let out a long, nervous breath. I shot her a look that I hoped was reassuring despite my own nerves. Were we really sending that kid into a heavily fortified compound alone? The list of things that could go wrong was so long, it was laughable.
    "There he goes," Icarus whispered. We all tensed as Rabbit's wingtips disappeared into the hole.
    Dare raised her binoculars. "The guards do a lap around the building every two minutes. If he can time it right, he'll be able to enter the outbuilding through the window in the back between rounds."
    "The trick will be getting out of range before the explosion goes," Icarus said in a grave tone.
    When she responded, Dare didn't lower the binoculars. "If he dies, I'm holding you responsible."
    "If he dies, we all will," Icarus shot back. "Either from the bomb or when the guards find us."
    We all fell silent then. The minutes ticked by like years. The orange light from the furnaces lit up the compound like the fires of hell. Figures in black Troika uniforms swarmed the perimeter and the buildings. And my heart thumped in my ears like war drums.
    "There he is," Dare whispered, pointing. I grabbed the binoculars from her. Sure enough, a small head was peeking out from a grate not twenty feet from the outbuilding. I held my breath as the mop of hair rose a little higher and his eyes appeared to scan the area.
    But before he could gather his courage and climb out of his hiding place, a commotion near the compound grabbed our attention. The wind whipped up and landing lights flashed to announce the arrival of a transport rover bearing the Troika's official seal.
    "Damn it." Icarus raised his voice over the high-pitched whine of the rover's engine. He punched the button to indicate Rabbit should stay put. The rover landed in the center of the compound and was quickly surrounded by every guard in the vicinity.
    "Hold on," Dare said. "Look." She pointed to the outbuilding, where two of the guards ran from their post to join those surrounding the rover. That left only one guard at the front and the back completely unguarded.
    Icarus checked to be sure no guards were approaching the area around Rabbit's grate. When the coast