Chapter 45

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Iko blew kisses and  waved—a   fluttery, five-fingered  wave—as the podship
coasted   off   the   road and   merged with  the   morning  traffic.  It   was
not  a  far  walk  to the warehouse, but  she  could feel   her internal  processor 
humming  with  excitement the whole way.
        By her calculation, she would be arriving at  the   warehouse by 07:25.
  The  delivery hover filled with the palace's order of sixty  escorts was   set
  to   depart    from    office    by   07:58.   Half    of   the escorts  would    be  
dropped   off   at   the catering office by 07:58. The rest would be delivered to
  The florist at 8:43, to be taken to the palace along with the human staff.
         Iko expected that she would be inside the  palace  by  no later than
   09:50.  
       The industrial district was mostly deserted. Much of  the  city,  and  perhaps 
     the whole world, had taken this as a holiday  in order   to    watch  the
   royal  wedding. No one was around to  notice Iko  as  she  strutted  down  the
   alley  toward  the  warehouse or hopped blithely over the chain-link fence
    into  the  yard  where  five  delivery ships were backed up to the warehouse
    loading docks.
         She was dressed simply in black slacks and a white blouse. She was 
     still  a  little disappointed that she couldn't wear a fancy  ball  gown,  but 
     she  felt  stunning  in her own way.

       She couldn't wait for Emperor Kai to see her. The thought put  an  extra 
    bounce in her step as she rounded the front of the  first   ship and darted
    cup the  stairs  into the loading dock.
           The sight before her madder pause and   almost crash    face-first  onto 
      her  perfectly shaped nose.
           The warehouse was filled  with  escort-droids, mostly   girls,  of all 
     different skin   tones and   hair   colors. Most  were  unclothed, sitting  on 
    the   ground   with   their arms wrapped compactly around their knees and
    their heads tucked  down.  There were well over  two    hundred   androids 
    lined   up in   neat  rows.  Some   had packing  tape and    protective   tissue 
    wrapped around their  limbs  to  protect  them during shipping. Some  had 
     been  loaded onto  pallets and   settled   onto   plastic  crates. Packing foam
   and cardboard littered the floor around them.
         On  the  wall  took's  left  there  were  three  stories  of   metal shelving filled
    with the  packing  crates,  all labeled with  the  escort's  makes and   models 
    and  special features.
     "Is this all of them?" said a man.
       Iko ducked  behind the    wall   of the  warehouse,  before   inching
     forward   and peering  around   the  doorjamb.   She   spotted   sixty  androids
     —forty-five  female  and fifteen  male, all  standing  in  neat  rows. They  were 
     all  dressed  in  identical black pants and   blush-toned   silk   tops,  simple 
    mandarin-collared  dress  shirts for   the men, and  elegant wraps for  the
     women  that  tied at  the   waists   and draped   kimono-style on their arms.
      Each girl  had  her  hair  pulled  into  a  tight  bun  with  an orchid tucked into
      the side.
          "Checking off the order now," said a  woman,  who  was marching between
     the rows  and   making notations  on a    portscreen.  "The order form 
    specified  a  petite model of make 618, not the medium."
          "I know, but our last petite got shipped out last week.  I  cleared   the 
     change  with the palace on Thursday."
           The woman   tapped something   into    the   port. "Fifty-nine ... sixty.
     That's  all  of them."
          "Great. Let's log them up. Can't  let  them  be  late  for  their  royal  mission."
             The man  pulled   up   the  massive   rolling   door, opening   the  bay   to
       one  of  the  delivery ships, as the woman began  making her  way through 
       the  androids  again,  opening a panel in each of their necks.   Their postures
      softened.
             "Enter single file," ordered the man. "Squeeze in tight. It'll be a close
       fit."
            The androids marched one by one into the ship.
There was no way Iko could get all the  way  over  there without  being 
          noticed, and her different clothes would make it clear that she didn't
         belong.
  The idea that they could mistake her for a rogue android and  send  her
   out  for reprogramming made her wiring quiver.
                 Keeping  low, she   slinked  along  the   wall,  away  from  the employees, 
     and ducked   beneath  the  first   towels of  industrial shelving.  Hidden 
     behind  the  crates, she  made  her   way  toward  the  rows of escort-droids
    that  were  waiting  to  be packaged up reaching the last  row,  she  crouched 
          down behind  an  android and felt for the latch on  her neck.  Iko glanced
    up to see  that  half  of  the  rental  escort droids had already settled into the
         ship.
    Humming   to  herself, she  turned  the  android   on.   The   processor 
          whirred  and her  head  raised. This one had white-blonde hair   tipped
     with   fluorescent   green that hung to  her  waist. Iko  brushed  her  hair  off
          her   shoulder and   whispered,  "I command you to stand up, scream, and
    run for the exit."
     The girl launched to her feet  almost  before  Iko  finished speaking. She
           started to scream, a spine-chilling, ear-bleeding sound.
     Iko  threw  herself  to   the   ground behind   the row   of  still-seat and 
         oblivious androids and adjusted  the  volume on   her  audio  processor, but
         it  was   too  late. The android   had already stopped   screaming    and   was
        now  running  full  speed  for  the exit, knocking her statue-like brethren over as
        she passed.
  Iko heard the two   employees'  cries  of   shook,  and   then  their footsteps
         pounding as they chased after  the android.   As soon  as they   jumped
       down  into  the  loading yard, Iko bounced   up   and   scurried   through the
         rows  of  androids. The  rental escorts said nothing, only blinked at her
       lazily as  she  pushed  her  way  into  their midst.
             "Sorry, sorry,  don't  mind  me,  coming   through,  oh  why hello  there—"
        This  to a  particularly  handsome  Kai  look-alike droid,  which  had   no  more
        reaction  than any of the others. "Or not," she muttered, brushing past
  him. "Pardon  me,  a  little space, please?"
               By  the   time the   two  workers had   returned, winded and ranting about
        faulty personality chips and  those  imbeciles    up in programming,   Iko   
           had   comfortably  in the  back of   the ship, squeezed   between two of 
          her  stint  cousins  and finding it difficult not to grin like a lunatic.
              As  it  turned  out, being  human  was  every  bit  as  much  fun  as she'd  always
        thought it would be.

           It was easy to grasp why the government of   126  years   ago had  chosen
           this  spot for the royal family's safe house it was less than ten  miles  of  from
           the  city  of  New Beijing, but they were separated   by such   jagged cliffs
          that  it  seemed as  though they had entered  another   country  entirely. The 
           house  itself  was  built  in  a  valley carved  out  with overgrown rice  terraces,
          though  Cinder  doubted  any rice had been cultivated there in generations,
         giving the house a sense of abandonment.
                Jacin settled the  podship  beside  the  farmhouse  and  they stepped  out 
           onto  a patch of land still soggy  from  heavy summer  rains. The  world  was 
           silent  around them and the air perfumed with fall grasses and wildflowers.
      "I  hope  the  girl   was  right,"  said   Jain,  moving   toward the   house.
        Despite  its boarded-up windows, it appeared  well maintained.   Cinder  
              stretch   that   a   crew was responsible for checking on it a couple times
              a  year,  to  patch  roof  tiles  and ensure  that  the power  generator  wasn't
              malfunction   so   that   if   a   catastrophe ever did occur, it would still be a
               safe place for the emperor to retire too.
       It was probably monitored, too, but she hoped that  today of  all  days, 
        the  country's security team would have their  hands full elsewhere.

        "One was  to   find   out," she   said, walking around to the side of the
   house, where iron doors  rested  over  a  cellar  entryway. If  Cress  was  right,
              these  doors  didn't lead to a dank strange   cellar at all,  but  to   a   tunnel 
                that  would   run   beneath  the cliffs and lead them straight into the palace
              sublevels.
          Cinder  pried  open   the doors  and whipped her  built-in flashlight 
                 around  the stairs. The light caught  on  cobwebs  and  concrete  and   an  old-
                fashioned  switch that would light   up the tunnel beneath, at least for a
              little distance.
          "This  seems  to  be  it,"  she  said,  glancing  back  at the   group. Thorne, 
   blindfolded, was resting his elbow on a scowling Dr. Erland.
          It was going to be a long walk.
         "All right," she said. "Jacin,  come  back  with  the  Rampion and  circle  the
               city until you get my comm."
       "I know."
      "And keep an eye out for  anything suspicious. If  you  detect  anything
  at  all, keep flying and wait for us to contact you again."
       "I know."
    "If everything goes as   planned, we'll be at the palace landing pad by
        18:00  but if something goes wrong, we might have  to come  back  here,  or
           though  one  of the escape tunnels to the other safe—"
    "Cinder," said Thorne. "He knows."
        She glared at   him   and  wanted to argue, but going over their escape
              plan one more time wasn't going to  do  anything  but  remind  her  of  all  the 
things  that could go wrong. Jain  did  know—they'd  discussed  the matter  into
      the  ground,   and    everyone    was    all    too    aware    of    how easily   this 
plan could  fall  apart  without him. Without any of them.
       "Fine. Let's go."

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