How Much I Know - a Renegades | Marissa Meyer fan fiction

Chapter 27

There's a raid on the Subway Tunnels, entrance B. Report to the scene immediately.

Kahless flicked her wrist to the light and cursed. Nova would not be happy about this.

She quickly donned her favorite ninja suit (her only ninja suit, actually) and set off for the second tunnel entrance. The Renegades had named all the possible escapes from the tunnels with letters, going up to T. There were quite a few ways to get out of those tunnels.

Roger.

After replying, Kahless started jogging to the second entrance, the same one she had seen Nightmare climb down what seemed like years ago.

"Ah, Miss Loen, we've been waiting for you," Blacklight greeted her, patting her on the shoulder.

"Glad to be of service," your majesty, she replied and smiled. It was all an act, but she remembered her previous service and just copied it. There wasn't much difficulty involved.

Tsunami raised her eyebrows and tilted her head toward the rest of the Council as if proving something to them. Kahless felt a flash of panic pulse in her throat. Did they find out about her allegiance with the Anarchists?

With an amount of willpower, however, she was able to keep her expression neutral. It seemed to satisfy the Council members because the Dread Warden gave her instructions. "As you know, this is an organized raid on the Anarchists. Before the blood is shed, we are asking you to scout out the tunnels. Just memorize any evidence you see and, of course, tell us later." He winked, and Kahless felt the pang of anxiety emerge again. What if they knew? They were certainly trying to tell her so.

"Why wouldn't I?" Kahless responded, remembering her naive self only a few weeks ago and using her own muscle memory.

"No reason. Just go," Tsunami dismissed quickly. Kahless didn't miss the disapproving looks the rest of the Council were giving her.

This was some trick, and Kahless knew it. Why else would the Renegades be acting so suspicious?

She suspected a camera somewhere, but it wasn't as if they could have put cameras very far inside the tunnels before the main raid, so it must be on her. But her suit wasn't equipped with one - she'd checked. So how else did she get one on her?

Of course! When Blacklight patted her on the shoulder - suspicious enough itself - he had placed a camera on her. She didn't know it at the time, but now that she checked, she felt the tiniest bit heavier on her left shoulder than before. Usually, she would have attributed this to the motion of fabric or such occurrences, but today she had evidence.

Knowing that it would be suspicious to remove or cover the camera, Kahless acted normally. She hated to think that only a few days ago she had been calling complete obedience normal. Ugh.

Kahless looked around herself at the cement tunnel before her. The tracks had long since been covered in dirt, and they were very much worse for wear. The beams on the ceiling sagged slightly, and one looked to be dented and partially destroyed. She would have to ask Nova about that later.

Standing there, the moisture and cold seeping into her bones, breathing in the stale air, Kahless almost felt home. These tunnels felt freeing to her. They were calling to her.

Please don't destroy them, she thought to the Renegades. A second later she realized that she was begging with the Renegades, but a small part of her didn't care. This was the one place that had ever felt like home to her, and the Renegades shouldn't be destroying it.

Kahless continued, not wanting to make the Renegades suspicious. She jogged silently down the stairs and the shelves, cataloging everything possible, even the ceiling cracks.

She heard a buzzing from behind her. Slowly, she pivoted to face the poisonous wasp. It stared up at her with large black eyes. It looked like it was threatening her but also asking her approval to sting. Not knowing how to explain to Honey, watching through the animal's eyes, that being stung would make her less suspicious, she clenched a fist over the red R on her chest and tapped a finger on it, attempting to show Honey that the Renegades were watching and she needed to be stung. She hoped it was enough to alert Honey but not the Renegades.

The wasp continued its violent purring as it flew for Kahless's forehead and lodged in her skin.

She gasped in nauseating pain before the world faded from view, darkness filling her vision.

----(the part I was talking about)----

She woke up in the med wing. Kahless felt that the pain had subsided drastically, but her forehead was still throbbing.

She remembered her dreams. They were of pain and flashes of light and spiders. And poisonous gas. And an explosion.

The pain was obviously from the wasp sting, but the spiders were Phobia, the poisonous gas was Cyanide, and the explosion was the Detonator. She hoped they had escaped unharmed.

While she was thinking about powers, she wondered why the Renegades didn't send Mara into the tunnels, seeing as she could resist powers. Was it because they were stupid, or because they had bigger plans? Kahless was pushing towards the former, but you can never underestimate an enemy.

"You're awake," a nurse observed. "How is the pain? You got a nasty sting there on your forehead. You passed out before you could feel much of it, though," he informed her.

"Yeah. It hurt a lot, but it's clearing up now. Can I stand?" she asked, wondering how her condition was.

"No; that would give you a horrible headache and make you pass out again. But you can sit up. Would you like that?"

"Thank you. That would be nice," she agreed.

The nurse pumped a hidden lever on the bed and raised Kahless into a sitting position. "Do you need anything? There's a glass of water on the table if you need any."

"I'm fine, thank you."

"All right, I leave you to rest."

Kahless gave a weak smile and the nurse left to treat the other Renegades injured in the tunnel raid.

She was worrying whether the Anarchists escaped or not, so Kahless commed Max.

What happened last night?

Max replied immediately.

The Anarchists got away.

Kahless breathed a sigh of relief. Good.