Which held a completely new world.
38
The restaurant wasn’t much, really. A jumble of tables full of younger pilots and cadets. Dim lighting. A man playing hand drums in the corner for some music.
FM pulled me to a table where Arturo sat with his arm around a girl I didn’t recognize—short hair, brown skin. Kimmalyn sat primly at the table with a very large, very purple drink in front of her. Next to her was Nedd.
Nedd. I hadn’t seen him in weeks. Ever since that night on the launchpad! He had on trousers and a button-up shirt, and a jacket was draped across the back of the chair. It was strange to see him in street clothes. Especially next to Arturo, who had on his cadet’s jumpsuit.
I could hear Nedd’s easygoing voice over the hum of other chatter in the room. “I never said I was that kind of stupid. I’m the other kind of stupid. You know, likable stupid.”
Arturo rolled his eyes, but the girl next to him leaned forward. “Nedd,” she said, “stupid is stupid.”
“No it’s not. You’re talking to an expert. I—”
“Guys,” FM interrupted, presenting me with hands raised to the side, “look who I found slinking around the base. She was moping about how she can’t shoot anything for a few days.”
Nedd thumbed toward FM. “See, she’s the other kind of stupid.”
FM smacked him on the back of the head, and he grinned. Then he stood and grabbed me in a suffocating bear hug. “Good to see you, Spin. Order something to eat. Arturo’s paying.”
“I am?”
“You’re rich.”
“So are you.”
“I’m the other kind of rich. The poor kind.”
“Oh, for the Saint’s sake,” Arturo said.
“Don’t use the Saint’s name in vain,” Kimmalyn said.
“You do all the time!”
“I’m religious. You’re not. So it’s okay for me.”
Nedd grinned, using his foot to hook a chair from the next table over, then pulling it to us. He waved for me to sit down.
I did so, hesitant. I was still distracted by the recording in my jumpsuit pocket. At the same time, seeing Nedd and Kimmalyn made me feel warm. This was something I needed.
So I tried to forget about the recording for now.
“Spin, this is Bryn,” Arturo said, pointing to the girl sitting close—very close—to him. “A friend from before flight school.”
“I honestly don’t know how you all suffer him,” she said. “He pretended to know everything before he became a pilot. He must be impossible now.”
He mock-punched her lightly on the shoulder, smiling. Yes, it was clear that this was an established relationship. How had I never known that Arturo was attached?
I would know. I thought, if I ever got to spend any time outside of class with the rest of them . . .
A few seconds later, FM set something purple and bubbling in front of me, along with a basket of fried algae strips. She settled into her own seat and tossed a pouch to Kimmalyn. “Found your necklace,” she said. “Under your bed.”
“Thank you, dear,” Kimmalyn said, opening it and checking inside. “I did pitch something of a fit when I left, didn’t I?”
“Are you guys coming back to the DDF?” I asked. “Are we going to talk to Cobb? They need pilots. Maybe we could get them to take you back.”
Nedd and Kimmalyn shared a look, then Nedd took a long drink. “No,” he said. “Cobb said most of the class would wash out. So they’re expecting this, right? They’re not going to take us. And I’m not sure I could do that to my mother, after . . .”
Silence. Conversation at the table died.
“I might not be coming back, but at least I made cadet,” Kimmalyn said, perking up. “My parents are proud, and the gunners in Bountiful are full of chatter about me.”
“But . . . I mean . . . flying . . .,” I said, although I knew I should leave well enough alone.
“We aren’t like you, Spin,” Nedd said. “Flying was great. I’d go back up in a heartbeat, but something about the DDF . . . the culture, the throwing cadets into battle, the desperation . . .”
FM gave him two thumbs up. Kimmalyn just looked down at her lap. She was probably thinking what I was. The DDF had a reason to be desperate. When cadets flew, it wasn’t only for practice—or even because the DDF was callous with lives. It was because we needed more pilots in the air, however inexperienced.
Growing up in Igneous, I’d known that the fight against the Krell was a valiant, dangerous endeavor. But before coming to Alta, I’d never realized quite how close to the edge we were.
I kept my mouth shut though, because I didn’t want to depress everyone. The conversation turned to some big game yesterday—Hurl’s old team had won. Nedd raised his glass, and the others did as well, so I joined in. I took a sip of my purple drink and almost spat it out. It was so sweet.
I covered it up by trying one of the fries. My mouth exploded with flavor, and I froze, eyes wide. I practically melted into a puddle. I’d had fried algae before, but it had been nowhere near as good as this. What were those spices?
“Spin?” Arturo asked. “You look like someone just stepped on your toe.”
I held up a fry, fingers trembling. “So. GOOD.”
“She’s been living on rats for the last few months,” FM pointed out. “Her taste buds are undergoing serious atrophy.”
“You have such a unique way with words, FM,” Kimmalyn noted. “Not like anything I’ve heard!”
“How many of these can I have?” I asked.
“I got the whole basket for you,” FM said. “Arturo is paying, after all.”
I started stuffing them into my mouth—comically, by intention. But honestly, I wanted to get as much down as I could before I woke up, or someone kicked me out of here, or something exploded.
Bryn laughed. “She’s aggressive.”
“You have no idea,” Arturo said, smiling as she played with a curl of his hair.
Scud. It was criminal, how little I knew about my flightmates.
“Where’s Jorgen?” I said, talking around bites of food.
“He wouldn’t want to come,” Nedd said. “Too important for us.”
“You didn’t even invite him?” I asked.
“Nah,” Arturo said.
“But isn’t he your friend?”
“That’s how we know he wouldn’t come,” Nedd said. “Say, how’s old Cobb getting by? Has he said any interesting curses lately?”
“Spin gave him a bit of a black eye, last they spoke,” Kimmalyn noted.
I swallowed my mouthful of fries. “I was wrong to say what I did.”
“If you don’t say what you’re thinking,” Kimmalyn said solemnly, “then it will stay in your head.”
“You deconstructed him,” FM said, raising a finger. “He was relying on the very thing he was denying!”
I looked down at my basket, which was somehow already empty. FM swept it away and walked off to the counter, probably to get me another. I could hear the fryer, and the pungent, crisp scent in the room made my mouth water for more. This wasn’t too expensive, was it? Did I care right now?