The Lofties (The Echelon Book 2) Read online

  The Echelon

  The Decemites

  The Lofties

  The Skyseekers

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  RELAY PUBLISHING EDITION, March 2021

  Copyright © 2021 Relay Publishing Ltd.

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  Ramona Finn is a pen name created by Relay Publishing for co-authored Young Adult Science Fiction projects. Relay Publishing works with incredible teams of writers and editors to collaboratively create the very best stories for our readers.

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  Blurb

  Paradise was a lie. But the truth may be even more dangerous…

  Myla always believed that Echelon was paradise. A safe haven from the toxic, mutant-infested wasteland outside. But when she flees the domed city to rescue her sister, Ona, Myla discovers it was all a lie. There are humans living outside. Rebels like Ben, a boy who shows her a freedom she never thought possible…

  But Echelon is still in danger, and they each must continue their fight—Ben from the Outside, and Myla from within. She returns home with her friend Lock, where they are both lauded as heroes for rescuing Ona. Thrust from their hovel in the Dirt to the wealthy heights of the Sky, Myla struggles to fit in, as a deadly plot threatens the lives of those closest to her.

  When Decemites start disappearing, Myla is driven to figure out why, before every Decemite in the Sky suffers the same fate—including her sister. Delving into the secrets of Echelon and its leader, Lady Lazrad, Myla and her friends uncover yet another lie, one that could shatter their faith all over again.

  A lie that powerful leaders like Lazrad will kill to protect.…

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  End of The Lofties

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  Chapter One

  We jogged home through the desert, sweltering in the sun—me and Lock, elbow to elbow, kicking up dust. The heat parched us speechless, fried our thoughts in our heads. My mask reeked of garlic, some gate guard’s last meal. I had sand in my socks and an itch down my back. The sole of one of Lock’s boots had come loose and I couldn’t tune out its slapping. Clump-smack—I’d be home soon. Clump-smack—back with Ona. Back with Mom and Dad.

  Clump-smack. Would they welcome me? I’d been gone a while. Maybe they’d got used to it, not living under the weight of my lie.

  Maybe they’d paid for my disobedience, paid in blood or in sweat, and maybe they hated me for that.

  I breathed with Lock’s rhythm, matched my steps to his. Maybe he’d betray me, after all. Maybe he’d squeal, and who’d pay the price?

  Clump-smack. I wanted to kick him. Rip off his stupid sole.

  The rain started around noon and just kept on coming, a fine, oily mist that lay on us like sweat. It brought out the blackflies, enough to blot out the sun, but Lock didn’t seem to notice. He loped on, head down, hair plastered to his face. We ran with flies on our necks and crawling up our sleeves, flies settling in our armpits and sucking our blood. We ran till the sun went down, and Lock stumbled to a halt.

  “Hold on a sec.” He yanked off his boot and shook a pebble into the dirt. “I know you wanna get back, but that’s been driving me nuts.”

  I shook myself like a dog, scattering droplets of sweat and rain. “Why didn’t you say something?”

  “I don’t know.” He found a boulder and sat down, then pulled his sock up. “I wouldn’t stop on a mission. We’re trained to ignore that stuff, put it out of our heads.”

  “A mission, huh?” I turned my back on him. Echelon was close, its towers looming over us. It had a drowned look about it, undersea blues and purples, sodden smears of light. I slapped a fly off my neck and scratched where it had bitten. “What’s your mission today?”

  “I’m not going to rat on you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Lock came up behind me, close enough to make my skin prickle. “You’ve got our story straight, right?”

  “I went after Ona. You found me instead. You tried to bring me back, but we got caught by Outsiders. We’ve been prisoners this whole time, under lock and key.”

  “Yeah.” Lock shifted behind me, boots squelching in the mud. “Listen, uh... could you say that again, how you’re going to say it in there?”

  I stiffened. “What do you mean?”

  “Pretend I’m interrogating you. Tell me what happened.”

  I pushed up my mask and let the rain fall on my face. It felt like being pissed on, body-warm and acrid. “I just want this over with,” I said. “As long as we stick to our story—”

  “No.” Lock began to pace. “You’ll need to sell it, okay? We’re tired, shaken up—we just clawed our way through hell. They beat us and starved us, threw us in with the trash. We need to sound—”

  “I’m not saying any of that.” I yanked my mask back down, scowling. “You can if you want, but they were good to me. If anyone asks, that’s what I’ll tell them.”

  “Then, hey. Congratulations. You just got us both killed.” Lock stood, breathing heavily, palms pressed to his forehead. His tension filled the air, like electricity before a storm. I bunched my hands into fists.

  “So you want me to lie.”

  “You don’t have a choice.” Lock made a winded sound. “Look, I get it. I do. You don’t want to sell out your friends. But the Lofties who’ll interrogate us are nothing like you or me. They grow up on Outsider stories, whispering them in the dark. To them, Outsiders are the boogeyman, the cannibal under the bed. Nothing you say’ll change their minds. The best you can do is persuade ‘em you’re loyal. Do that, and we’ll live. Don’t, and...” He dragged a finger across his throat. “My folks are waiting, okay?”

  I tried to swallow and nearly gagged. I had a lump in my throat the size of a Brussels sprout. “I’ll say I was in the trash,” I managed. “But there’s not a mark on me. I can’t pretend I was tortured. Not without admitting...” I passed my hand over my belly, the new skin still sensitive where I’d had my guts blasted out of me.

  “Oh, yeah. Guess not.” Lock looked me up and down. “We’ll say they ignored you, mostly. You’re just some runaway—not even a Decemite. What could you know?”

  I flinched like he’d hit me, and lurched back half a step. Some runaway, some nobody—that had been me. It would be again, back in the Dirt. I
’d find my old rhythm, every step, every breath. Everything tiptoe, just like before. Hiding my strength behind play-acting and sloth—just like before, only now they’d be watching. Everyone would be watching, not just Miron, but every guard, every snitch, every camera on the wall. I’d bury my truth deeper than ever, hide so well I’d never find myself.

  “Myla?”

  “This was a mistake.” I shivered all over. I’d been out of my mind, thinking I could waltz into Echelon and get anywhere near Lazrad, much less uncover a cure for Ona. I’d be marked, an aberration. I’d be lucky to—

  “Hey.” Lock squeezed my shoulder. The weight of his hand cut my panic, but it wasn’t the weight I wanted. I wanted Ben at my back, his arms around my waist. His voice in my ear, telling me—

  “Don’t overthink it, okay?” Lock cracked a smile. “You don’t have to go into a lot of detail. Just get through your story, and, like...” He hunched over dramatically and buried his face in his hands. “I—I don’t want to remember. Please don’t make me. I—”

  I didn’t mean to laugh. I choked it back as best I could. It wasn’t even that funny, Lock bent over in the rain, doing a horrible impression of me. But then he went and sniffled, and everything I’d been holding back came bubbling up at once. All my anger broke loose, along with my grief and my heartbreak, and every fear I’d buried deep. I let it all fly in a great bray of laughter, a noisy hee-haw that left my throat raw. Lock jerked upright, indignant.

  “What? What’s so funny?”

  I laughed till my belly cramped, till my knees turned to rubber. I laughed myself breathless, and still I couldn’t stop. Tears streamed down my cheeks, doubling my vision. I staggered and nearly fell. Lock caught me under my arms and held me upright.

  “You’re pretty mean, you know that?”

  “Mm-hmm...” I stifled a snicker in his shirt. “Sorry. It’s just, you suck at that. If you were planning on crying your way out of this—”

  “I wasn’t.” He pushed me away and folded his arms across his chest. “I’m a trained Decemite, remember? That’s not how we do field reports.”

  “You don’t say.” I straightened my mask, feeling stupid. “I’m sorry. I know this is serious. But...”

  “You needed to get it out of your system.” Lock’s expression turned rueful. “I used to get like that before missions, all twitchy and weird. I’d go to the gym, knock the stuffing out of a punching bag till I got it together. One time, the gym was flooded, so I beat up a bag of laundry.” He zipped up my jacket and tugged the collar into place. “You can hit me if you need to. Get it all out.”

  “That’s okay. It’s out.” I turned back toward Echelon. The moon had risen behind the Dome and hung between two towers like a decoration. I wondered if Lofty kids fell asleep watching it ride across the sky. It had a face, if you squinted, soft-featured, serene. “I’ll make it all about Ona,” I said. “I heard she’s alive, but I don’t know where she is. Whatever they ask me, I’ll ask if she’s okay. I can’t focus on anything till I’ve seen her safe.”

  “That’s smart,” said Lock. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and started walking. “If you’re scared, let it show. A normal person would be.”

  “Are you?”

  “I’m not a normal person.” His gray eyes gleamed purple in the light of the Dome. I couldn’t see fear in them, or much of anything else. It was like a wall had come down the moment he’d started walking. Like he’d flipped over to mission mode, so smoothly I hadn’t noticed. I matched my stride to his, and for a while, we marched in silence. We found a set of fresh buggy tracks and followed them to the tunnel. I picked up my pace, but Lock waved me back.

  “Stay behind me,” he said. “You’re dressed like an Outsider. The watch might not care you’re with me.”

  I moved behind him without comment. Sky Tunnel gaped before us, neon-bright. A pair of cameras tracked our approach. They reminded me of desert rats, beady-eyed and curious. A queasy feeling took hold of me, equal parts fear and excitement. I focused on Lock’s broad shoulders, on a threadbare patch on his jacket. He was breathing fast, I noticed, and heavily enough that I could hear him. He glanced back at me as we stepped into the tunnel.

  “Myla.”

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Just…stay close.” He held one arm out, as though to protect me, and a floodlight flared to life.

  “That’s automatic,” he said. “But don’t kid yourself. The moment we’re through decon...” Lock shook his head. “Well, I’m not sure, exactly, but someone’ll be waiting. Maybe Prium, maybe Samson. Either way, they’ll—”

  “Not Samson,” I said. Lock did a stutter-step, and I wished I’d held my tongue. “I’m sorry. Were you friends?”

  “Sort of. Not exactly.” He pressed his palm to a glass panel, lit from behind by a dull maroon light. It beeped, and the outer door spun open. We filed into the decontamination chamber, first Lock, then me. I held my breath as the sprayers went off.

  “Look, Myla, uh—” Lock turned to face me, features indistinct in the fog.

  “I didn’t kill him,” I said. “I was there, but I couldn’t—”

  “Not that.” He grasped my hand quickly, one squeeze and done. “What you did for me out there, keeping me company in the pit—”

  The inner door spun open. Shapes emerged from the fog, armed figures crouched to shoot. Lock swept me behind him and raised his hands in surrender.

  “I’m Lock Powell, A-team. My friend’s Myla Hyde. She’s Ona Hyde’s sister. She went after her last month.”

  “Oh, we know who you are.” One shape detached itself from the rest, scrawny and oily and all too familiar. I’d barely thought about Miron since I’d fled the Dirt, but still, my scalp prickled as my old boss strode forth. He sashayed up to Lock and shouldered him aside, crowding into my space.

  “Myla Hyde.” He hooked two fingers under my mask and jerked it up so hard my head snapped back. His breath hit me full-force, spearmint and warm lunchmeat. I thought of old blood and nearly retched.

  “I’ve been counting your hours,” he said. “Every second you owe me, just in case. Want to hear your total?”

  I sucked air through my teeth and tasted chlorine.

  “Two hundred and seventy-two, plus twenty-one minutes from the day you skipped out.” He spat his gum into his palm. “Throw this out for me, would you?”

  I stood, disbelieving, as he glommed the wet wad to my forehead, twisting his thumb to make it stick. Lock made a sound, a low, sickened grunt. I felt him stiffen beside me, heard his boot scuff on the tile.

  “Take them away,” said Miron. He stepped back, smirking, and I wondered how many nights he’d sat up, rehearsing this moment. I wondered how it had played out in his fantasies—if I’d cried, if I’d cursed him. If I’d flown at him, straight into a bullet. Determined to thwart him, I did nothing at all, just stood and stared as his expectant grin soured.

  “Go quietly,” whispered Lock, and I nodded so he’d know I heard. Miron’s gum rode the sweat off my brow and fell on my boot. One of the guards spun me around, and I felt the cuffs go on. I heard Lock’s click on next, and he grunted. His eyes met mine, wide with surprise. Whatever he’d expected, this wasn’t it.

  “Move.” Someone jabbed me in the kidney, and I stumbled into Lock. He caught me as best he could, breath hot in my ear.

  “I was gonna say thanks,” he muttered. He smiled, and a bolt of pain shot up my arm. I felt a knee in my back, a big body propelling me forward. Lock shouted in pain. I strained back to look for him and glimpsed him on his knees, a thin line of blood streaking his chin. I never got to ask him thanks for what.

  Chapter Two

  I wound up in a cell no bigger than my mattress back home—four walls and a door and a drain in the floor. The walls were concrete, the door clad in steel, but the sounds of the Dirt still got through, metal clashes and screeching, the sighs of ancient pipes. I’d once found a rhythm in that chaos, a steady beat to march to. Today, I foun
d a headache. I pressed my cheek to the wall and closed my eyes.

  “Shut up,” I hissed. “Just shut up.”

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  My eyes flew open. “Lock?”

  “Over here.” Something rattled behind me. I felt around without turning and found an air vent, low to the ground and rusted open. I scootched down next to it and pulled my knees to my chest.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Cold. Kind of hungry. How about you?”

  “Same.” I tilted my head back, scanning for cameras. I didn’t see any, but that didn’t mean no one was listening. Lock made a frustrated sound, a sort of strangled groan.

  “What’s that noise?”

  I snorted. “Which one?”

  “The one that won’t stop. That throbbing—don’t you feel it? Coming up through the floor, like a toothache for your ass.”

  “The hydraulic hammer.” I pressed my palms to the concrete to feel its vibration. “We must be above the foundry.”

  “Oh. Right. We would be.” Lock cracked his knuckles, or maybe his back. “Well, we won’t be here long. So there’s that, at least.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “No toilets.”

  I chuckled. No toilets, sure, but we had drains. Or maybe they’d bring buckets, or march us down the hall twice a day. I leaned back and waited, and a deep drowsiness came over me. My eyelids drooped. My limbs got heavy. I thought of Ben again, of his hand on my back and his heartbeat next to mine. He’d never held me through the night. I’d wanted that more than anything, just his presence in the dark. I wanted it now, shivered with the lack of it.