Victoria’s descent was less destructive but no more graceful. Her right leg was now also nothing but torn strands of carbon fiber, shreds of Neuro-Muscle and titanium cable. She hit hard, even though she tried to roll with the impact. Pain lanced through her hip and shoulder as she landed, crying out in agony. Forcing herself to remain conscious, Victoria crawled over to where Dace lay in broken defeat, dragging herself with her hands.
“Why?” She asked, “Dace why did you do this?”
“Sorry.” Dace said, her voice a slurring whisper. “Bad Remix. Lost my shit, ya know?”
“What? No! I don’t fucking know, what are you talking about?” Victoria said, a welter of emotions making her voice quaver.
“I ain’t normal Victoria, but ya knew that yeah?” Dace hacked and coughed, “Ya busted me up pretty fuckin good damn it.”
“I had my doubts.” Victoria said, gasping as the adrenaline wore off and the pain began to set in. “You aren’t making sense.”
“Don’t trust Hallbeck.” Dace said, “That old fucker.” She broke off in a wheezing hack and spat blood. “He only cares for his pet projects. We used to be, but then the fucking doctor came along and then you were his shining star.”
“Who is ‘we’ Dace? What happened to you?”
“Project Chimera.” Said Dace, her voice slurring even worse. “Gene splicing. Dunno much about it. Just wanted to be faster and better. Wanted one more just so I could show ‘em. Went wrong. Lost control.”
“You have to stay awake Dace. You’re going into shock, I’ll get help.” Victoria was shutting off her emotions, forcing herself to be logical. “Yuen-Ja has her cell. I’ll get her to call an ambulance.”
“Don’t bother. Bad remix always fatal.” Dace whispered. A gunshot exploded in Victoria’s ears and the top of the other woman’s head exploded into shards of brain and bone.
“Did it hurt you?” Dmitri’s urbane voice asked. “Your legs are destroyed Victoria, we must gather what we can and leave before the authorities arrive.”
“You shot her in the fucking head!” Victoria’s tenuous hold on her calm vanished, “What the hell Dmitri? She was confused, I don’t think she even knew what was happening.”
“She broke Ivanov’s arm, gave him a concussion and possibly fractured several of his ribs.” Dmitri said calmly, “Nobody does that to one of my people without paying the price.”
Victoria stared at him in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Besides, the most expedient way of exiting this situation without attracting undo attention from the authorities is to eliminate the person who would raise the most questions.” Dmitri continued without acknowledging her question. “I was certainly not going to bring her with and leaving her here alive would likely have put us all in danger of protracted unpleasantness with the authorities.”
“Victoria! Are you alright?” David was running up but skidded to a halt noticing the gun in Dmitri’s hand. “Holy shit! Holy shit!”
“No. I’m not.” Victoria said, pushing herself away from Dmitri. He looked at her with apparent surprise.
“Perhaps I misjudged you Miss Scott.” He said, lighting a cigarette as though they weren’t standing over the corpse of a woman she had trusted, fought, mortally wounded and watched him execute. “This was the most logical course of action.”
He turned and walked calmly back to his Bentley, climbed in the driver’s seat and drove away. Eugene was climbing out of David’s Beetle and leaning heavily on the car. There was blood on his forehead; he must not have been wearing his seat belt.
“Oh God. Did he fucking shoot her? Oh God your legs.” David was babbling, “Shit we can’t leave this here I mean they’ll be able to trace the remains to Eugene’s lab won’t they? Oh shit.”
“David.” She said, her voice perfectly calm. “Do you still have the MKI legs you made me in your car?”
“What? Uh, yeah.” He said, and then seemed to remember that her current legs were destroyed. “Oh, right. I’ll get them.”
Victoria heard the sound of sirens in the distance. Could she really escape from this? Was there any chance she wouldn’t be arrested? Surely there would be DNA evidence on the scene.
“David.” Eugene said, his voice grim, “Siphon some gas out of your tank. I’ll bring Victoria the spare legs. We can’t leave a shred of evidence behind.”
Something clicked inside of Victoria. She shut off the horror at seeing someone she knew and trusted killed in cold blood. She stopped thinking about the fact that her other friends were calmly talking about burning the corpse. Nothing mattered but survival. Survival.
Eugene came and she swiftly and efficiently released the locks on her current appendages and attached the replacements. Victoria stood and rapidly gathered all the pieces of her old legs that she could find, tossing them inside the trunk of David’s car. As she cleaned up the larger pieces, Eugene and David poured the gasoline David had siphoned over Dace’s corpse.
“I appreciate what you have done for me.” She said, her voice hollow. “I have to go now. If I stay with you, I will endanger your lives. Keeping you safe will put me in danger as well.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” David said.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Said Eugene at the same time.
“Victoria, what is the matter?” Asked Yuen-Ja. “This is not like you at all.”
“I am sorry.” She replied calmly, “I must distance myself from you. It is the most logical way to keep us all safe. David, I expect you to create the MKIII and deliver them to me as soon as you are able to finish them. Until then I will be forced to make do with these inferior prototypes.”
“Wait!” David shouted.
“Victoria, come back!” Said Eugene.
“We just want to help.” Yuen-Ja whispered. Hers was the hardest voice to turn away from. Victoria did so anyway.
“Goodbye my friends.” Victoria said, lighting a match. They backed away and she flicked it into the gasoline. “Don’t try to find me. I will find you. Yuen-Ja, please tell mother and father that… that… I’m sorry.”
“You can’t!” Yuen-Ja said, “You won’t survive on your own.” Sirens sounded in the distance; they all knew they had only moments before the authorities would arrive.
The fire burned hot and fierce, it wouldn’t be enough to completely consume the body but that wasn’t the point. Nothing that would identify Victoria could possibly survive. The flames rose into a barrier between her and her friends. Victoria turned her back and walked away from everything she knew.