a choice? he wondered. If he refused Officer Houkâs order, he didnât think Officer Houk would smile and put his gun away and say, Oh, youâre right. Weâll just leave this old lady alone. Have a nice day, maâam. Officer Houk would probably decide to shoot the woman and Luke.
But if he obeyed . . . if he played a role in her death . . .
Oh, Trey, why didnât you think about something like this happening, back when you said we should sabotage the Population Police from within? Luke agonized.
âPick her up now!â Officer Houk shouted. âDo it!â
Luke stumbled forward and scooped the woman into his arms. Her body was incredibly light, like chicken bones. He thought about running out the back door to carry her to safety, but Officer Houk had the gun pointed at both of them now. Luke couldnât ever run fast enough or far enough.
Luke lowered his head, putting his face against the womanâs cloud of white hair.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âIâll tryââ
The woman gave no sign that sheâd heard him.
Officer Houk guided them out the doorway. Luke tripped over the broken sidewalk, and barely managed to keep from dropping the woman.
âWatch it!â Office Houk hissed.
âItâs because of my leg,â Luke tried to explain. âWhen the door hitââ His leg was throbbing now, and even the womanâs slight weight seemed too much of a burden.
âPut her down here, then,â Officer Houk said, pointing to a spot on the ground in front of a gathering crowd.
It seemed wrong to just drop such an old woman into the mud. But she surprised him by sliding down and standing on her own two feet. The crowd took in the sight of the regal old lady being held at gunpoint and fell silent.
âThis woman,â Officer Houk shouted at the crowd,ârefused to obey a direct order from a Population Police officer. This is treason. This is punishable by death. I hereby proclaim her sentence. Do all of you understand her crime?â
The crowd stayed silent. Luke saw tears rolling down the face of a girl in the front row. He saw a man holding his hand over his mouth, in horror.
And he heard from behind him a muffled âSir?â
It was the driver, back in the jeep. âSir,â he hissed. âThe radioâI think you should listen . . . â
Officer Houk frowned, obviously annoyed by the interruption. He glanced back and forth between the jeep and the crowd, between the straight-backed, silent woman and the radio the driver was holding out to him.
âHere,â Officer Houk said, thrusting the gun into Lukeâs hand. âKeep pointing it at her,â he whispered.
The metal of the gun handle seemed to burn against Lukeâs skin. I have a choice. . . . I have a choice. . . . The words seemed to roar in Lukeâs ears, blocking out almost every sound. Dimly, Luke was aware of Officer Houk walking back toward the jeep, muttering into the radio. Was the crowd murmuring now, too? What was Officer Houk hearing over the crackle of static?
â. . . resistance in Ryana . . . facing hostilities in several towns . . . calling all units back for reinforcement . . . â
Had Luke really heard that?
Officer Houk was lowering the radio from his ear, turning to face Luke and the woman again.
âShoot her,â he said. âShoot her and letâs go.â
The gun shook in Lukeâs hand. He remembered one other time heâd held a gun in his hand, held all the power. I have a choice. . . . I have a choice. . . .
âShoot her now!â Officer Houk screamed.
Refused to obey a direct order . . . This is treason . . . punishable by death . . .
Luke dropped the gun and ran.
CHAPTER FIVE
L uke crashed through overgrown shrubs, dodged behind falling-down