I look, but youâre here.â
âWhat of it?â He doesnât look excited to hear what I have to say. I scan the area. Thereâs hardly anyone nearby. I chose this spot because itâs a quiet place in a busy city, but still, I donât relish the idea of casually chatting about my treasonous friends and Resistance members on the streets of the capital city.
âMaybe we can continue this conversation somewhere a bit more secluded?â
âYouâre crazy if you think Iâm going to follow you anywhere. You look like a slum rat. Why should I believe anything you say?â
âBecause,â I say quietly, pushing the hood away from my face, âIâm Remy Alexander.â I remember Corineâs bloody promise to publicly execute me if I am ever caught, and I wonder why Iâm not more afraid.
He blinks. Leans in. Studies my face like heâs trying to memorize it. I did my makeup so it would only give me the barest of camouflage tonight, counting instead on the shadows and the protection of my hood to keep anyoneâhuman or droneâfrom recognizing me. I was prepared to tell Shia who I am, to finally reveal myself. I thought I might have to, in order to convince him to listen to me. Iâve disappeared in this city before and I can do it again. I wait for the recoil, the hands out in self-defense, the moment Iâve dreaded and anticipated for almost two months now.
The moment of recognition.
âBy the harvest,â he says, his mouth slightly open, âyou are.â But the recoil never comes. He makes no move to leave. Heâs looking at me like Iâm a revelation, a magic trick come to life.
âAre you going to run away, Shia, and report me to the Watchmen?â It comes out sounding half like a threat, and half like a childâs dare. Bet you canât jump off that swing! âOr are you going to believe what you already know in your gutâthat thereâs something rotten in Okaria, and that I can lead you to the truth?â
He stares at me and I hold his gaze. I can see the gears turning frenetically i n Shiaâs mind, the questions, the doubt, the thirst for answers. I am calm. My mind is clear, like the stream below us.
âLead the way,â he says at last.
8 - REMY
Spring 74, Sector Annum 106, 19h07
Gregorian Calendar: June 1
The lights around me flicker and go out. The hot smell of summer rain and sweaty bodies permeates the air, and I breathe it in, savor it. For a moment the stadium is quiet. From my vantage point behind the upper bleachers, the moonlight casts an eerie glow on the center ring. The announcerâs voice rings out more vibrantly in the dark.
âCitizens of Okaria, let the games begin! The final night of the 25th Okarian Gymnasia Championship starts now as two of our favorite athletes take the wrestling floor! Throw your hands in the air for The Grizzly !â
Thousands of voices roar together as a single spotlight illuminates a hulking man who looks like heâd been carved out of a cliffside. The giant vidscreens around the stadium light up, giving us a close-up of the contestant. His hands alone look to be the size of my head. The Grizzly clenches his fists and takes a moment to throw his head back and roar. His fans go wild, echoing his cry around the gymnasia hall.
âThe Grizzly, hailing from Sakari in northwestern Okaria, tore down Oak-Manâs branches and snatched The Falcon out of the air to qualify for the first round of the championship. With nineteen points out of possible twenty-four The Grizzly has a great shot at the victorâs sunflower crest!â The Grizzly gets down on all fours and paws at the ground, playacting his invented character. âWith limbs like tree trunks and fists the size of boulders, The Grizzly has outwitted and outwrestled each and every one of his opponents this Gymnasia season. Will he do the same tonight? Will he be able to defeat his
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