Authors: Catherine Jinks
The last thing she needed was yet another obstacle blocking her path to freedom.
Cadel refused to accept that a simple elevator button was going to defeat someone like Sonja. So he had decided to tackle the problem himself. After doing a little research, he’d realised that every ‘up’ and ‘down’ button on campus could be circumvented, given the right tools. And it just so happened that he had the right tools. He had Sonja’s wireless transmitter, which could be reprogrammed. He had the university’s own wireless Internet connection, which could pick up her signals and pass them on to a special server. Most importantly, he had the new elevator management
system (or EMS), which was connected to the World Wide Web.
Cadel had quickly worked out that with elements like these in place, there was no need for Sonja to push any buttons. All she had to do was think of a command, and it could be routed through to the EMS via her wireless transmitter. Of course, that meant hacking into several secure networks, but he had no qualms about doing so. Not for a good cause. And if the arrangement actually worked, it could be used to help other people with similar disabilities.
He told himself this, though he still felt bad. Having promised not to do any more unofficial hacking, he couldn’t help struggling with a faint sense of guilt as he stared up at the indicator panel. It wasn’t that he had straight-out
lied
. He had simply chosen not to keep everyone properly informed. Sonja knew what he was doing, naturally. So did Judith. Hamish was in on the secret because he and Cadel were classmates; it was inevitable that they would have bumped into each other, purely by accident, just before the first test run of Sonja’s modified transmitter. But nobody else was aware of Cadel’s latest project. Not even his foster parents, Saul and Fiona Greeniaus.
He was hoping that if he presented them with a completely successful, exhaustively tested, thoroughly worthwhile service to humanity, they would overlook the fact that he hadn’t been entirely honest with them. Surely they would understand? It wasn’t as if he had
liked
keeping them in the dark. It was just that Saul happened to be a police detective. And police detectives are notoriously unsympathetic when it comes to illicit network infiltration.
Once Cadel’s system was up and running, however, even Saul was bound to see how beneficial it was. Despite the fact that a certain amount of hard-core hacking had gone into its development.
‘Right,’ Cadel said again. Then he turned to Sonja. ‘Are you ready?’
‘
I’m-ready
,’ was her synthesised response, which had a slightly
less robotic tone to it than anything produced by her old Dynavox. ‘
Shall-we-go-up?
’
‘You have to be specific, remember.’ Cadel felt that this point was worth repeating. ‘Just to be on the safe side. Code, location, level, destination.’
‘
I-know
.’ Sonja sounded calm. She always did, because she talked through a machine. Only by studying her appearance was it possible to tell if she was agitated; for one thing, her muscular spasms became more violent when she was stressed.
But as her brown eyes strained towards him, Cadel could see that she was excited, rather than anxious. Her flushed cheeks gave her away.
‘
Audeo, EEB, level-G-up-level-2
,’ she intoned, her synthesiser responding to directions that were also being channelled towards the EMS. Cadel immediately lifted his gaze. Above him, the indicator panels showed that elevator one was stuck on level three. But elevator two was still on the ground floor; its doors parted just as he glanced down at them.
Sonja’s wheelchair began to move. She guided it carefully into the mirrored box, which shuddered beneath the weight of all her equipment. Judith followed her. Cadel was next in line, and made room for Hamish by pressing against one wall.
When the doors banged together again, they nearly squashed Hamish’s enormous, overloaded backpack.
‘
Going up
,’ said a disembodied female voice.
‘Did someone press that?’ Hamish asked, gesturing at the button labelled ‘2’. It was glowing softly, unlike the buttons surrounding it.
‘Nope,’ Judith replied. ‘It was all lit up when I got in.’
‘Then it’s worked!’ Hamish crowed. But Cadel raised a cautionary hand.
‘Just wait,’ he said. ‘Let’s see. We can’t be sure, yet.’
With a lurch, the elevator began its ponderous climb. Cadel checked his watch. While Sonja’s next class wasn’t for another half hour, he and Hamish were due at the Rex Vowels lecture theatre in less than ten minutes. It would have been nice to run a whole series
of different tests, at a variety of different locations. Unfortunately, however, that wouldn’t be possible. Not yet, anyway.
‘
Second floor
,’ the elevator announced, grinding to a halt. And Hamish punched the air in a victory salute.
‘Yes!’ he exclaimed.
Cadel wasn’t convinced, though. When the doors opened to reveal another startled-looking student, he realised that he had mistimed the whole procedure.
I should have done this at night
, he fretted.
There are too many people around. Too many variables. I wasn’t thinking.
He said as much after he’d hustled everyone out of the lift.
‘We can’t get a clean set of results,’ he observed. ‘Not right now. We’re up against the scheduling algorithms. That girl who just got in – she might have affected the outcome.’
‘
I-don’t-think-so
,’ said Sonja. ‘
The-button-lit-up, remember?
’
‘It’s still inconclusive. Someone else might have pushed it by accident.’ Though Cadel could sympathise with her desperate optimism, he didn’t approve of unscientific methods. ‘We should do this at night. Or on a Sunday, when no one’s around. It’ll be the same with the traffic lights, when I tackle those. We’ll have to trial them
really
early, like at three o’clock in the morning.’
‘Traffic lights?’ Hamish echoed. ‘What about the traffic lights?’
‘I’ll tell you later.’ Cadel had just spotted a woman marching towards them down a nearby corridor. He didn’t want anyone else listening in. He didn’t want the whole world to know that he was about to target the Sydney Coordinated Adaptive Traffic System. ‘I’ve got to go,’ he informed Sonja. ‘I’ll be late, otherwise. Do you want to meet for lunch?’
‘She can’t,’ said Judith. ‘She has a physio appointment.’
‘Oh.’ Cadel accepted this, but wouldn’t let Judith hijack the conversation. She was always doing it, nowadays, and it annoyed him. In his opinion, she was being over-protective; Sonja would be turning eighteen in less than a month, at which time she would become an adult, with an adult’s right to choose. In other words, she would be taking charge of her own destiny.
And if she decided to miss a few appointments, that would be her privilege – no matter what her new foster mother might think.
‘Well, what about this afternoon?’ Cadel continued, addressing Sonja. ‘You could come over to my house, and we could talk about a weekend test run.’
‘She’d be better off at home,’ was Judith’s opinion. ‘It’s set up properly.’
By this she meant that Cadel’s house didn’t have ramps, sensor lights or automatic doors, whereas Judith’s seaside mansion was fitted out with all these features, and more besides. It was a fully wired Smart House – an ‘intelligent environment’.
Cadel’s house, in contrast, was as thick as two short planks. Or so Judith seemed to imply, whenever she compared it unfavourably with her own.
‘
I’ll-come-over-to-your-place-if-I’m-not-too-tired
,’ Sonja interjected. ‘
Physiotherapy-can-wipe-me-out-sometimes
.’
‘Sure.’ Cadel gave a nod. He was aware of how tired she could get, doing the simplest things. ‘What if I call you?’
‘
Okay
.’
‘I’ll be working at home, so you can reach her there,’ said Judith, causing Hamish to frown. He was jealous of the work Judith did. As a condition of her parole, she had recently set up some kind of forensic accounting consultancy; Hamish envied the amount of time she spent helping the police to track down dirty money, while he himself was stuck in school. ‘
I
could help the police,’ he’d often said. ‘Why don’t they ask me to help? Why does Judith get all the b-b-breaks?’ He didn’t seem to realise that he had been very, very lucky – that he could easily have ended up in a juvenile detention centre, or a community service program. For some reason, he remained unconvinced that he had done anything wrong by joining the illegal operation known as Genius Squad. The fact that at least one of its former members was now in prison didn’t appear to faze him in the least. Nor did the attitude of his fellow squad members, Cadel and Sonja, who wanted to put the past well and truly behind them.
As far as Hamish was concerned, trying to bring down a
corrupt organisation could only be a good thing, no matter what questionable means you might employ to do it.
‘Okay – well – I’ll call you,’ Cadel assured Sonja, before Hamish could make one of his sour remarks about Judith’s busy schedule. ‘Some time after lunch, say? Around two? And we can work out who should go where.’
‘
All-right
,’ Sonja agreed, her calm, metallic delivery undermined by her eager expression. ‘
See-you-later, then
.’
‘Bye.’ Cadel began to edge away. ‘Bye, Judith.’
‘Bye, boys. Have fun.’
Hamish snorted. He didn’t respond to Judith’s cheerful wave. And on his way downstairs, he accused her of ‘taking the piss’.
‘Like we could possibly have any fun in Paediatric Programming,’ he complained. ‘Do you know what she told me last week? She told me she was chasing after money that
Prosper English
has tucked away in some tax haven, somewhere. Can you b-believe that? The police are going after Prosper English, and they haven’t come to you for help!’
‘Because I don’t want to help.’ Cadel slammed through a fire door. ‘I wouldn’t help even if they asked me.’
‘Yeah, but they
d-didn’t
ask you. That’s what I’m saying. It’s like they think you’re useless, when you probably know more about Prosper English than anyone.’ Hamish then launched into his usual rant about the criminal stupidity of disbanding Genius Squad: how it wouldn’t have cost too much to run, no matter what the accountants said; how its teenaged members had not been the least bit ‘unreliable’, no matter what the police commissioner claimed; and how, if Genius Squad had been permitted to survive, Prosper English would have been caught within weeks of his escape from prison. ‘Instead of which, we’re all given a slap on the wrist and told to go home! And nine months later Prosper’s still at large, free as a bird and breathing down our necks!’
‘He’s not breathing down our necks,’ Cadel said shortly. ‘He’s gone to ground.’
‘Yeah, b-but he’s still out there, isn’t he? And you know him better than anyone. The police should be
begging
you to help.’
‘No they shouldn’t, Hamish! Because it wouldn’t do any good!’ Cadel suddenly became aware of how loud his voice was, as it echoed around the concrete walls of the stairwell. So he continued more quietly. ‘I don’t want Prosper English in my life any more. If I leave him alone, he’ll leave me alone. It’s a trade-off.’
‘You can’t be sure of that.’
‘Yes I can.’ Cadel
was
sure of it. He had calculated the probabilities. There could be no other explanation for the nine months of perfect peace that he’d enjoyed – unless, of course, Prosper English was dead and buried. ‘If he saw me as a threat, he would have got to me by now,’ Cadel went on. ‘He could have killed me the minute I left the safe house. But he didn’t. So I’m going to be fine, as long as I keep my nose out of his business.’
‘Do you think he’ll go after Judith, then?’ Hamish queried, following Cadel down another flight of stairs. ‘Since she’s sticking
her
nose into his b-business?’
‘I don’t know.’ It was a good question. It had certainly crossed Cadel’s mind. Saul Greeniaus, however, had assured him that Judith was just a very small part of a large, long-term, ongoing pursuit of Prosper English, whose criminal empire was slowly being taken apart, piece by piece, all over the world.
According to Saul, police from half a dozen different countries had so far failed to uncover any evidence that Prosper was trying to undermine their investigations. There had been no attempts to bribe or kill or intimidate any members of the task force. And this meant that Judith would probably be safe as well.
Because they’re nowhere near Prosper
, Cadel had decided, upon hearing this news.
If they were getting close to where he is, they’d find out soon enough
. But he had said nothing. Not even to Saul.
He wasn’t going to make himself a target by offering up any unsolicited advice.
‘Anyway, I’m happy as I am,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to get involved in stuff like that. I like things the way they are.’
‘You must be joking.’ Hamish sounded genuinely shocked.
‘Aren’t you b-bored to death?’
‘No.’ Cadel pushed through another fire door, emerging into a wide, sloping hallway near the Rex Vowels lecture theatre. ‘I’m happy.’
‘How
can
you be? In this place? It’s so
dull
.’
‘It’s not dull. It’s normal. It’s a normal life.’ It was, in fact, Cadel’s first taste of a normal life, and he’d been savouring every moment. Things were so easy. So free. He could go anywhere he wanted, without having a surveillance team tagging along. He could say anything he wanted, without wondering if the people who were listening to him had some kind of hidden agenda. He could stroll around campus secure in the knowledge that none of his fellow students was going to explode.
For fifteen years, he had lived under constant scrutiny. He’d grown accustomed to being closely monitored, first by Prosper English, then by the police – who had been afraid of what Prosper might do to him. As heir to a criminal empire, Cadel had been brought up in an atmosphere of invasive scrutiny, subtle manipulation and unending lies. Even his education had been an exercise in duplicity. At the age of thirteen, he’d been enrolled in a college known as the Axis Institute, which had been established for the express purpose of turning him into the world’s greatest thief, liar and con-artist. What’s more, he had escaped that particular trap only to fall into another one – which, like the Institute, had been the work of Prosper English. As far as Cadel was concerned, Genius Squad hadn’t been a fearless team of brilliant crusaders, secretly working to bring down the world’s most evil corporation. It had been a naive group of opinionated suckers, who had become more and more entangled in one of Prosper’s cunning schemes. Cadel didn’t mourn the loss of Genius Squad. Not one little bit. He didn’t need Genius Squad to give his life meaning.