The Calling

“Can you put it back?”

“Of course, Feo. I’m a Player,” she says, trying not to sound like she’s convincing herself. “I can do all sorts of wonderful things.” She lifts it again. “It’s gonna hurt, though.”

“I don’t care.”

Sarah pulls, twists, and pushes the arm, and it pops into place. Jago breathes deeply through his teeth, testing out his arm. It works. “Thank you, Sarah.”

The screaming is louder.

“You’d have done the same for me.”

Jago smiles. For some reason, he thinks of the people who came to see his parents after the meteor struck Juliaca. There are some debts that must be honored.

“No, I wouldn’t have,” he says. “But I will now.”

Sarah stands, looks toward the wreckage. “We need to get out of here. Before the government gets here, before they start asking questions.” “You think it was meant for one of us?” Jago asks.

“It had to be. This is Endgame,” she says, reaching out her hand, offering it. “My name is Sarah Alopay. I’m the Cahokian.”

He takes her hand, and it lights him up, feels as if it belongs in his, as if it’s something he’s been waiting for. It also scares him, because he knows these feelings can be dangerous, can make him vulnerable, especially with someone who has the skills he suspects she has. For now, though, he’ll allow himself to feel it, to love it.

“I’m Jago Tlaloc. The Olmec.”

“Nice to meet you, Jago Tlaloc. Thank you for saving my life. I owe you one.”

Jago looks up to the cloudless sky, remembering the streak of light that passed overhead, that short-circuited the train’s power long enough for him to see the blinking light of the detonator. He’ll take credit for saving Sarah, sure. It’s good to have another Player in his debt. But he knows the truth: that streak across the sky was a warning. A warning from Them, making sure that they would live until at least the Calling. “Don’t mention it,” he says.

Without another word Sarah puts her backpack on and starts to run into the darkness. She’s fast, strong, graceful. He smiles as he watches her braid sway back and forth.

He has a new friend.

The beautiful Player of the 233rd.

A new friend.

Maybe more.

43.98007, 18.179324

CHRISTOPHER VANDERKAMP (#ulink_6b4583d7-c871-516f-b947-b971083c351c)

Air China Flight 9466, Seat 35E Depart: San FranciscoArrive: Beijing

Christopher’s father is a beef farmer in the western prairie. A very successful beef farmer. At last count more than 75,000 head of cattle. Christopher said good-bye to Sarah. He didn’t want to, but he did. He stood with Sarah’s family and watched her go through security. He stayed at the airport until her flight had departed.

He let her go.

He’s not used to letting things go.

And he’s never had to let anything go before.

Christopher was the starting quarterback of the football team. He is a great athlete. He was recruited to Nebraska in the fall to play football. He accepted, but he asked if they could give the scholarship to someone else. Someone who needed it.

On the field he never spent more than five counts in the pocket. He is decisive, has an arm like a cannon, legs like a thoroughbred, a heart like a lion. He is physically superior to most kids his age and to almost everyone he’s ever met.

Christopher is in love. In love with Sarah Alopay. In love with a Player of Endgame. All anyone can do is talk about the meteor, the school, the deaths, the disappearance of Sarah. What it all means. They don’t know, have no idea, couldn’t even begin to imagine the truth about what happened.

But Christopher knows—even if he still thinks it’s bullshit.

He’s 18 years old. Free. He has a passport. He has been to Europe, South America, and Asia. He has traveled on his own before. Christopher is a fighter. His younger brother, John, has Down syndrome. Kids used to pick on him in grade school. They made fun of him and mocked him. Christopher took care of those kids, and John didn’t get picked on anymore.

Christopher is rich.

Decisive.

Fast.

Strong.

And Christopher is in love.

Christopher knows where she is going, the number of her satellite phone, about Endgame.

Christopher likes games.

He has spent most of his life winning games.

He believes he can win anything.

He realizes he lied to the girl he loves. He is not going to sit this one out. He is not going to wait.

Two days after Sarah leaves, Christopher leaves as well.

He is going to find her.

Help her.

They’re going to win.

Together.

The earthquake occurred near Huaxian, Shaanxi ( formerly Shensi), China, about 50 miles (80 km) east-northeast of Xi’an, the capital of Shaanxi. Damage extended as far away as Taiyuan, the capital of Shanxi ( formerly Shansi) and about 270 miles (430 km) northeast of the epicenter. There were felt reports as far away as Liuyang in Hunan, more than 500 miles (800 km) away. Geological effects reported with this earthquake included ground fissures, uplift, subsidence, sand blows, liquefaction, and landslides. Most towns in the damage area reported collapsed city walls, most to all houses collapsed, and many of the towns reported ground fissures with water gushing out (i.e., liquefaction and sand blows). Gu, et. al. says that “the identified death toll of soldiers and civilians was 830,000, and the unidentified was uncountable.” The earthquake was felt in all or parts of nine

provinces: Anhui, Gansu, Hebei, Hubei, Henan, Hunan, Shaanxi, Shandong, and Shanxi.

CHIYOKO TAKEDA (#ulink_3e024a42-8214-544d-a995-a84586ed569b)

Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Xi’an, China