‘Martin, not now,’ says Obi.
The twins lean over in opposite directions to peer around me.
‘Is that Raffe?’ asks Dee.
‘That is so Raffe,’ says Dum.
I start to close the door.
‘No, no, no,’ says Dee. Both the twins get up and walk fast to the door.
‘Raffe, you’re alive,’ says Dum as he pushes the door open.
Raffe has his head tilted down, his eyes in the shadow of his cap.
‘Of course he’s alive,’ says Dee. ‘He’s a warrior. All you have to do is look at him to know that. Who’s going to kill him? Godzilla?’
‘Oh, Raffe versus Godzilla. Now that’s a fight I’d love to take bets on,’ says Dum.
‘Don’t be silly, man. Godzilla’s all pumped up on nuclear waste. How’s a mere mortal supposed to beat that?’
‘He’s not just a mere mortal,’ says Dum. ‘Look at him. He’s probably got some super-strength badass juice in his pocket right now. One gulp and his muscles would have muscles.’
‘Yeah, and we wouldn’t need scary little girls if we had a few like him in our army,’ says Dee.
‘What, you think Penryn’s sister can take on Godzilla instead?’ asks Dum.
Dee thinks about it. ‘Meh, probably not. Maybe her mom can, though.’
Dum’s eyes get wide. ‘Ooh.’
Dee sticks out his hand at Raffe. ‘Tweedledee. This is my brother, Tweedledum.’
‘Remember us?’ asks Dum. ‘We handle fights and manage betting.’
‘Good to have you here,’ Obi says to Raffe. ‘We sure could use a man like you.’
‘Oh, he’s no ordinary man, Obi,’ says Dee.
I try really hard not to look like a frightened rabbit, but I’m sure my eyes are wide and scared. We’re deep in the building. I don’t know how Raffe can escape.
‘We can make you a star, Raffe,’ says Dum, nodding. ‘The women would be all over you.’ He exaggeratedly mouths the words all over while he mimics rubbing his hands over his chest and body.
‘He doesn’t care about that,’ says Dee. ‘He’s a guy who hangs with angels. There were tons of girls at the aerie in San Francisco.’
I try to remember to breathe. That’s right. One of them saw him at the hotel room at the aerie.
‘Never enough, bro,’ says Dum. ‘Never enough.’
‘What do you mean he “hangs with angels”?’ asks Obi as he gets up from the conference table.
My breath refuses to move out of my lungs.
‘Remember?’ says Dee. ‘We told you that Penryn and this guy were in the hotel. Actually talking with angels.’
‘Penryn’s not the only one who knows stuff about them.’ Dum nods.
I let out a deep breath. They remember Raffe, but only as a human.
Obi walks over and waves Raffe into the conference room. ‘That’s great news. We can use all the help and information we can get.’ He puts his hand out for Raffe to shake. Raffe doesn’t.
‘Hello, Obi,’ I say, waving to him.
‘Penryn,’ says Obi, looking over my way. ‘If I wasn’t so exhausted, I’m sure I’d remember whatever unfinished business we have. Instead, I’m just glad to see you alive and well.’
He steps over and hugs me.
I stand there, stiff and unsure. Raffe’s face is expressionless as he watches us.
‘Thanks.’ I hover in front of the door. I remember our unfinished business. Obi locked me and my mother up in a police car, and we escaped in the middle of the night. But despite that, he’s glad to see me.
I admit, after all I’ve been through, it’s sort of good to see him and his gang too. Some people might call that messed up. I call it dealing with family. Not that he’s family, but if things keep going the way they have been, I’ll be glad to see any human being.
‘Where’s your sister?’ asks Doc. He reaches for the door as if he suspects I’m hiding her just outside.
‘Funny you should ask,’ I say, lowering my voice. ‘Can I talk to you for a minute? Outside?’ I have a wild hope that Doc, Raffe, and I might be able to sneak away.
‘No need for privacy,’ says Obi. ‘Doc told us all about his work on Alcatraz and his hopes for Paige. We’d all love to hear about your sister. Is she all right?’
I look at the faces around the table. All of them are older than me. Some of them look like grizzled veterans from previous wars. Others look like they’re recently off the streets. What would they do if they knew they had an angel in the room?
‘What do you want with her?’ I ask. I can’t help but sound suspicious.
‘Doc tells us she might be our best hope.’
‘Doc is an optimistic guy,’ I say.
‘There’s no harm in seeing, right?’
‘The last time you took a look at her, you had her tied in ropes like a rabid animal.’ I can’t help but glance at Martin. His hand still looks rope burned as he drums a pencil against the fingers of his open hand.
‘That wasn’t me,’ says Obi. ‘I came on the scene just before you did and was trying to figure out what happened. Look, people make mistakes. We’re driven by fear and exhaustion and outright stupidity sometimes. We’re not perfect like the angels. All we can do is rely on each other and do our best. I’m sorry for how your sister was treated. We need her, Penryn. She could turn this war around.’