of threat. But Finn had learned to trust nothing.
Next, a cat appeared, bounding from one seat to the next, its fur tousled by the wind as it moved toward them.
The foxâs eyes flashed golden.
âI must warn you,â Wayne said, âas adorable as these creatures may beââ
âI know,â Finn said.
âThe fox could do some real harm.â
âTo you,â Finn said. âNot to me. With me, he only gets a bite of light.â
âUnless he challenges your fear level.â
âVersion 2.0 changes all that,â Finn said confidently.
The fox bared its teeth and hopped up over the bench seat, now a bench closer to the two.
The cat continued toward them along the far edge of the train car.
âHow do you want to handle this?â Finn asked.
âYouâre the leader.â
âNot with you around.â
âYes you are, Finn. Now and always.â
âWhat about Philby?â he blurted out. He caught sight of the older manâs troubled eyes, as if Finn knew something he shouldnât. That â s what I thought. The moment passed.
âDo you know these animals?â Finn asked.
âWell, no. Not by name. But seeing as how we were discussing Pinocchioâ¦â
âYeah?â
âIt is a fox and a cat that lead the wooden boy astray.â
âSeriously? Oh, perfect. So theyâre after me?â
âI would doubt theyâll discriminate.â
âOkay, you take the cat,â Finn said, finally having a plan. He liked cats; he couldnât see trying to hurt one.
âAnd the fox?â
âIs all mine,â Finn said.
âHeâll go for me,â Wayne said. âThe elderly have many more complications with rabies treatment. The fox can bite as strongly as a dog and is probably twice as quick.â
âThis is not cheering me up,â Finn said.
âNor is it intended to. His instincts will dictate he go for either the throat or the Achilles.â
âYeah, well, I wonât let him get that close to you.â
âIâm not talking about my throat, Finn.â
Finn swallowed hard; 2.0, he reminded himself, knowing it hadnât been put to this kind of test. So, he thought, we have a fox, a cat, and a guinea pig.
The cat stretched and looked in the direction of the fox. It seemed just for a moment as if theyâd communicated. Wayne was a good five feet from the path of the cat. Finn wanted to remind him about their assignments, but he kept quiet.
The fox launched himself at Finn. Wayne lunged for the cat.
Finn extended both arms and almost knocked the flying fox off the train. The animal squealedâa sound that cut Finn to his coreâthen rolled and slammed onto the floor.
Wayne miscalculated. By moving to intercept the cat, the feral creature put the move on him, feinting to the inside and slipping easily between Finn and Wayne. Finn caught this out of the corner of his eye, but his concentration remained on the fox. It came to all fours, reared back, and bared its teeth. Its eyes filled with golden light and it growled viciously, raising the hair on Finnâs arms.
It pounced.
Finn caught it just beneath its front legs as the force pushed him back onto the bench. The fox snapped for Finnâs throat, spraying drool. The guttural sounds it emitted turned Finnâs stomachâit meant to kill him. Another snap for his throat. And yet another. This time, it bit through the hologram. Without 2.0 it would have torn through Finnâs flesh.
Wayne backed away, afraid of both animals. Finn had never seen him like this.
Finn hollered, âThe cat!â
He threw the fox hard and high. It flew through the air and landed in the next car back. The moment it landed it charged again, coming at Finn like an airborne missile.
In that briefest of instants, Finn had gotten a look forward: the cat was streaking toward the locomotive. âThe cat!â he said again, sensing