The Academy (45 page)

Anastasia appeared to consider a moment before responding, and in the interval, Alex noticed her eyes dart back up to the clock. If she had someplace else to be, he wondered irritably, why didn’t she just go?

“I suppose I could,” Anastasia allowed, looking displeased. “But I don’t care much for that sort of thing. I am not here to try and make you do anything. Particularly not something that I have the utmost confidence that you will do of your own free will, eventually.”

“How can you be so sure?” Alex wondered aloud. He found Anastasia’s tremendous confidence unnerving – her demeanor was so self-assured and authoritative that he had to stop himself from nodding along in agreement as she spoke. He’d underestimated Anastasia, in more ways than one, he realized. “Are you one of those people who can see the future or something?”

“No one that I’m aware of can ‘see the future’. If you are referring to precognition, then no, I am not a precognitive.” She smiled almost wistfully, much to Alex’s surprise. “It would be much more convenient if I were, though. Have you ever read a report written by a group of precognitives, who are collectively trying to out-think other groups of competing precognitives?” Anastasia clucked disapprovingly. “It borders on utter gibberish, let me tell you.”

“Fascinating,” Alex muttered.

“Oh, don’t be sullen,” Anastasia scolded. “I offered all the money, power and girls that you could desire. How can that possibly be such a bad thing? Or, is it that you prefer Emily’s recruitment tactics?”

“You seriously need to stop bringing that up,” Alex said petulantly. “I barely even know her. And, no one is recruiting me into anything.”

“Certainly. I assume that it is normal for you, then, arriving at a new school, to have the prettiest girl in class fascinated by you from day one, yes? Does that sort of thing happen to you often, Alex?”

Alex looked concerned for a moment, and then his gaze hardened.

“Wait,” he said slowly. “Are you threatening Emily?”

“Honestly!” Anastasia scoffed, looking scandalized. “How often do I have to say it? I don’t make threats, Alex, and I am certainly not threatening poor Emily. Even if you want to see her, what is it to me? You won’t necessarily fall in love. And even if you were to get married, that still wouldn’t change a thing.”

“What?” Alex said, putting his head in his hands, frustrated. “I thought – I mean, Michael said that she was part of the Hegemony, and…”

“Michael is a great teacher, but he lacks political savvy,” Anastasia said with conviction. “If you feel like taking Emily up on her rather obvious offer, then go right ahead. I have heard good things. It isn’t as if you automatically join the Hegemony, because the girl you are dating happens to be a member. Anyway, do you plan on spending the rest of your life with the first girl who is willing to sleep with you? And, who is to say that she will remain in the Raleigh Cartel, for that matter?”

Alex wanted to smack his hands down on the mat, to push her away from him, to stand up and yell until he was hoarse. Alex did none of these things, because he was not stupid, and this was not the first time this had happened to him.

He couldn’t even remember the guy’s name. Nothing in the faculty, which was a sort of cross between a mental institution and a prison, had seemed to happen without the deeply tanned Mexican’s hands getting involved. Alex had the bad fortune to meet the man in person, something that rarely happened to anonymous white convicts, but the whole ‘killing your entire family’ thing seemed to resonate with him on a level that Alex found profoundly disturbing. He did not want to talk to him about that, didn’t like the man’s warm smile and dead eyes, and in any other situation, Alex would have simply left. He’d taken a number of beatings for doing exactly that, and he was not afraid of another.

But he was afraid of that man. Not because of anything he did or said, in fact, he’d been cordial. He had not threatened Alex or even spoken to him harshly, even when Alex admitted that he remembered little about his life up until the point of the fire, and virtually nothing of the actual event. The Mexican had been polite on the two occasions following that they had encountered each other, and Alex had passed his time peacefully in that particular institution.

He’d been afraid of the man because of the way he looked at Alex, like he saw what was going on his head, and felt a little bit sorry for him. There was something in his disconcertingly perfect smile that implied an absolute assurance, such a complete and total advantage that it didn’t even merit contesting. He’d seen it in the faces and actions of the people that surrounded and fawned all over the Mexican, inmates and guards alike.

And he could see it again in Anastasia’s eyes, and in the eyes of people who looked at her. Picking a fight with her would be worse than pointless, it might even be impossible. Alex understood now why people were afraid of the Black Sun – and it wasn’t the cartel, powerful though it might have been.

It was the girl sitting in front of him, glancing at the clock impatiently.

“I figured that the cartel thing was for life,” Alex said, shrugging, fighting down the urge to ask why she kept looking at the clock, if there wasn’t some place she would rather be. “She said she was born into it.”

“Certainly, as I was into the Black Sun,” Anastasia acknowledged coolly. “But, nothing obligates us to die where we were born, Alex. We make a choice when we leave the Academy, the same choice any orphan makes. Sometimes there are surprises, defections even. Don’t you think it reflects poorly on the Hegemony that all they see in Emily is a future homemaker? I’m certain that I could find her something more meaningful to do, in the Black Sun.”

“Wait, I get it,” Alex said, shaking his head. “But, I don’t think she would turn on her family.”

“What is to stop me from recruiting the entire cartel?” Anastasia glanced at her fingernails, looking vaguely disappointed. “I don’t have to worry about problems of scale. Therese Muir is much more practical than Emily, and she would most likely be receptive to the right offer. I am certain she would want to bring her beloved baby sister along.”

“You’d go that far,” Alex asked, wonderingly, “to get me to join your cartel?”

“It’s not all about you, Alex,” Anastasia said dismissively, standing up and walking to the door to open it for a very puzzled looking Emily, a water bottle in one hand, her iPod in the other. She looked blankly from Anastasia to Alex and then back to Anastasia.

“Hello Emily,” Anastasia said casually, smiling at the stunned girl. “Care to join me for the three o’clock Yoga session?”

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“If you are ever going to pay attention,” Mr. Windsor said patiently, “then today is the day. This is the single most important piece of work that we will do this session, though I realize that for some of you this will be a lecture that you have had before…”

“Several times,” Anastasia said quietly, sounding bored.

“…but this does not in any way reduce the value of a return to the topic! Please pass this around, thank you, should be enough for everyone? Good, then.”

Alex took one from the stack of documents that Emily handed him and then passed it on to Vivik. Emily looked terribly disinterested, and even Vivik seemed less than thrilled. Alex took a closer look at the stapled document he’d been given.

It was seven pages long, with nearly twenty numbered articles, followed by a block of text, composed of a single run-on sentence that used the word ‘whereas’ at least four times. Alex immediately gave up on reading it. He tossed it on the desk in front of him distastefully, then looked up at Mr. Windsor and was surprised to see him smiling at the unhappy class.

“It is a formidable document, yes? It was not designed, I’m afraid, for a casual readership. But don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to read it - though I would add that anyone too lazy to read the document that lays out their fundamental rights cannot claim to be too surprised when said rights are taken from them – but, I do want you to at least have a concept of the intent of the Agreement. Now, those of you who’ve been with us through grade school, I want you to go ahead and share what you’ve learned with newcomers in our class. The Agreement, you see, has four main functions. Miss Martynova, could you tell the class one of them?”

Anastasia rolled her eyes and answered in monotone.

“The Agreement established a universal code of conduct and applied it to all Operators and cartels equitably. Now, I am going to sleep until this session is over. Please don’t call on me again.”

Alex was only a little surprised that Mr. Windsor let it go with a smile. He was getting used to the way people treated Anastasia.

“Very good. Miss Martynova is better than a textbook, class. There is little that I can add, except that this code of conduct will be utterly critical to your life, going forward. Ignorance will not be considered an excuse if you take action outside of the Agreement, and the punishment for violating it is dire. But, do what you will. Now, Eerie,” Mr. Windsor said, turning to and clearly startling the changeling, “can you tell me another function of the Agreement?”

Eerie nodded hopefully, and then her face gradually fell when it became clear that more of a response was required. Eventually, Windsor took pity on her and repeated the question, followed by another long pause while she considered. Alex found the way her forehead wrinkled and her eyebrows scrunched while she thought to be unaccountably endearing.

“Um,” she said, so quietly that Alex could barely hear her, as if she was humming to herself, “well, you know, the government and stuff. The Committee and the Board. All of that.”

“Very good!” Mr. Windsor enthused. “The Agreement does indeed set up the foundation for a formal government in Central, providing centralized rule over the cartels, as well as a mechanism to impart that universal code of conduct Miss Martynova mentioned earlier. And for those of you who subscribe to the notion that this was a bad idea, allow me to remind you that cartel feuds would have killed off the majority of you before you were eighteen, were it not in place. Now, Margot, a third, if you please?”

“The Agreement set out the terms and conditions under which Central could intervene and regulate the affairs of the cartels, and established the Auditors to enforce the Agreement,” Margot responded, sounding no more or less disinterested than she always did.

“Yes,” Mr. Windsor affirmed, nodding in agreement. “This was perhaps the most contentious part of the Agreement, as previously, cartel politics had held precedence over everything else in Central. Before the Agreement…”

Alex tuned out. He couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t see the relevance – other than agreeing to join the Academy, and allowing his Activation, Alex hadn’t been offered too much in the way of options, and he didn’t expect that to change much. After all, no one had bothered to ask him if he wanted nanomachinery injected into his blood in the first place.

Alex was busy stewing over it, when he was jarred from his ruminations by Emily, who pushed her notebook up and sideways on her desk until it was in the field of his vision. He ignored it for a moment, until he realized that the note on the top corner of the page was intended for him.

“If Windsor had told the class in advance,” Emily’s immaculate cursive read, “everyone would have ditched today. Most of us have the Agreement memorized by now.”

Alex pushed his own notebook into place, and then thought about it for a moment, chewing on his pen cap without realizing he had started. He stopped in mute embarrassment when he realized what he was doing.

“Can we still ditch?” Alex wrote hopefully, his own writing a pitiful scrawl next to Emily’s very feminine penmanship.

Emily’s eyes widened, and then she frowned at Alex, who decided to hurriedly return to the notes on Mr. Windsor’s projector. He was blushing furiously, he knew, and he sort of wished he hadn’t asked, even while part of him was still hoping she would agree.

“…that’s right, Choi.” Mr. Windsor continued on cheerfully, unaware or unconcerned with the class’s complete disinterest. “The final intent of the Agreement is to define Central’s relationship with the outside world, establishing the parameters of a unified foreign policy. Please pay special attention to the various amendments here that concern the Society, the Anathema, the Fey, and other associated…”