Improbable, Part 4
Milo’s house, Ratheim (Nicaea) - 10:30 AM
Mary opened the door for Angela, Annie, and Olga.
“Can I help you?” she said.
“X-Division,” Annie said, taking out her badge, “We need to ask you a few questions.”
“Uh, about?” Mary said.
“About your brother, Milo,” Angela said, “He’s killed three people.”
“Three people?” Mary said.
“That we know of, yeah,” Annie said.
“No, there must be some mistake,” Mary said, “Milo wouldn't kill innocent people.”
“I suppose he didn't think they were that innocent,” Olga said, “You know, after all, they were trying to cut off the medication making him smart. Right?”
Mary sighed and looked at the floor.
“Do you have any idea where he is now?” Angela said.
“He doesn't confide in me anymore,” Mary said.
Annie stepped into Milo’s room. “You mind if we look inside?”
“Go ahead,” Mary said.
Angela picked up a picture of Mary and Milo.
“Is that you?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Mary said.
“Milo and Mary,” Angela read the caption, “Sounds like a kids' book.”
“You're not the first person to say that,” Mary said.
“Ah, you seem close,” Angela said.
“We were,” Mary said, “He was older, but we liked the same cartoons, played the same games."
“I had the opposite,” Angela said, “My brother and sister and I were close in age, but... we fought over everything."
“Are you close now?” Mary said.
“Still close with my…sister,” Angela said.
She felt weird saying that. There was something about that sentence which just felt wrong. But it wasn’t supposed to feel wrong, was it?
“My brother Bill was killed while on police action in the colonies,” Angela said.
That also felt wrong to say.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” Mary said, “That must've been... really difficult.”
“It was,” Angela said, involuntarily forcing herself to say those words.
“When I was little, I used to always be scared that something would happen to Milo,” Mary said, “He'd forget to check for cars, just run right into traffic. I worried that he'd never be happy. He'd never feel like... like he belonged."
“Must've been hard watching him struggle,” Angela said.
“It was harder for him,” Mary said, “That's why I agreed to the drug study.”
“He isn't that helpless anymore,” Angela said, “He's dangerous, and I think you know that. So if there is anything that you can think of... we just don't want to see anyone else get hurt, including your brother.”
Mary handed her a letter.
“It's a... it's a goodbye note,” she said, “But it says where I can reach him.”
“Thank you,” Angela said, handing her a business card, “Call my number if you need anything.”
She motioned to Annie and Olga, and they left the house. Angela handed Annie the note.
“Patricia Hotel,” Annie said, “Seeholzstrasse, Westend.”
“That’s just a block away,” Olga said.
Angela took out her phone and speed-dialed Diana’s number, while Olga called headquarters.
“I'm calling backup, get them to meet us there,” Olga said, “They’ll bring oxygen.”
“Hold on a second,” Annie said, "What if that's what Milo wants? You know, that's his modus operandi to be always ten steps ahead."
“So what, you think he knew his sister would tell us?” Angela said.
“Listen, he knows we're onto him,” Annie said, “He knows his sister. What if he's setting us up?”
“Well, we can't just stand here,” Olga said.
“Hello?” Diana said.
“Hey, Di, I’m sending you our findings,” Angela said, typing on her smartphone, “Make some sense of it and tell us if we should go to that hotel.”
They waited for a few seconds.
“…I can’t answer that,” Diana said.
“Why not?” Angela said.
“Because there is no answer,” Annie said, “It's a mathematical problem without a solution.”
“Well, which scenario is more likely?” Angela said. “We go to the hotel, or we don’t?"
“Suppose he predicts you'll go there,” Diana said, “But then you'll predict he'll predict that, so you don't go.”
“So we shouldn't go?” Annie said.
“But then he predicts you predicted that,” Diana said, “And he changes his plan, which means you should go to the hotel. But then he predicts you'll predict what he predicted too. It's an infinite spiral.”
“Okay, well, thank you, Di,” Angela said, “We'll take it from here.”
She hung up and walked back to her car.
“Where you going?” Annie said.
“To the hotel,” Angela said.
“Angie,” Annie said.
“Look, Annie, he could be there now,” Angela said, “I'm not going to lose him. Are you?”
“Fine,” Annie said, “You drive.”
“Hello?” Olga said, pointing to the street corner, “I think he’s over there.”
Milo stood on the corner, watching them. Angela, Annie, and Olga looked at each other for several seconds. Then they ran after him.
Milo casually walked away from the X-Division agents, still calculating the probabilities and predicting his exact course of action to avoid capture. He first anticipated the agents running across the street starting when a nearby digital clock changed from 10:59 to 11:00. This would then be followed by a foot chase through the backstreets and alleys, which would take them into a construction zone in a heavily polluted part of the city, where the air quality was so bad it would require the agents to put on oxygen masks. The delay in doing so would cause Angela to run into an automated forklift carrying cinder blocks. The forklift would stop, and Angela would be crushed by the bricks.
Milo turned down an alley, and Angela, Annie, and Olga crossed the street just as the clock changed to 11:00 AM. Milo led them on his path through the alleys and backstreets into the construction zone, past a sign warning about the drop in air quality. Annie and Olga ran down two other alleys to Angela’s left and right, while Angela continued following Milo into a service tunnel and to an area where construction workers wearing air masks were laying down the foundations for an air purifying machine. Angela’s earpiece beeped urgently.
“Warning,” it said, “Air quality below acceptable levels. Please put on an oxygen mask.”
Angela replied by shutting off her earpiece and running faster, though her breath grew ragged and she gasped to get what little oxygen remained into her lungs. Milo rounded a corner, and she followed him around, seeing he had stopped a few meters away. She looked to her left and saw an automated forklift bearing down on her. It beeped frantically and flashed red lights, its brakes aggressively engaging to avoid running her over. Most of the cinder blocks flew off and tumbled toward Angela, but she dodged them and ran over to Milo, who could only watch in what should have been shock.
“Oh, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said.
Angela tackled Milo into a chain link fence and pressed her gun to his head.
“Don’t move!” she shouted. “Or I will shoot!”
Milo reluctantly put his hands up just as Annie and Olga ran over to them, oxygen masks on. Annie handed Angela an oxygen mask, and she put it on, relaxing as she tasted the oxygen.
11:15 AM
“Is equal value of six,” Milo said, “Six is the solution. What is a solution? Derives a gradient of 'Y'. Evaluate a 'Y4' and proceed. Isolate discontinuities and recalibrate. There's a 47 percent chance the King will take the Queen.”
Paramedics strapped him down to a stretcher while an ambulance backed into the alley and opened its doors. Angela sat on a nearby bench, watching as the paramedics prepared to load him into the vehicle. Annie and Olga walked over to her. Annie had her arms crossed.
“Since when do you break protocol?” she asked. “You passed by an Auburn Diamond, okay? Blinking Auburn Diamond, which you ignored. Compromised air quality."
“You need oxygen to breathe, in case you forgot,” Olga said, “And did you forget what city you were in?”
“Annie, I'm sorry,” Angela said, "I don't really even know why I did that.”
“Because you're a daredevil,” Annie said, “I get it. We’ve known that for twenty years. So if you don't mind... I'd appreciate it if we don't go through this again?”
“Yeah, sure,” Angela said, “What about Milo?”
“They’ll revert him, of course,” Olga said.
Angela sighed. “He’s special, you know.”
“We know that,” Annie said, “But at the same time, the law’s the law, and he’s a killer. He’s lucky charges probably won’t be filed. It’ll be too hard to prove he did it.”
“Did we do the right thing, Annie?” Angela said. “He just wanted to protect himself. He wanted to stay like this. Who are we to take it away from him?”
“Angie, are you okay?” Olga said. “The government does this all the time. The Emperor says it’s for the greater good. And we all know what the Bible says about that: what the Lord giveth, he taketh away.”
The paramedics wheeled Milo past them, and Milo locked eyes with Angela.
“Fourteen million possibilities,” he said, “You die in all, and you die again. In all of them, Earth will fall, Terra will rise. It reaches out, it loves us. What was shall…”
The paramedics loaded Milo into the ambulance and drove away.
Bruno’s lab, Ministry of Defense, Unification Island - 5:00 PM
Bruno was typing a report on his computer when Walternate unexpectedly walked through the door and paced around the lab.
“You know, sometimes I envy you,” Walternate said, “Being here, nothing to distract you.”
“Herr Minister, I didn't realize you were coming,” Bruno said.
“These are my daughter’s clothes,” Walternate said, picking up a child’s dress from a table.
“Yes,” Bruno said, “I thought if I used items from the other side, it would provide an associative link which would spark Angela to…”
“Cross over to the other universe,” Walternate said, “Yes, good thinking. When will it be ready?”
“We're very close,” Bruno said, “So far, all the test subjects I have hooked up to the chair, they’re experiencing a high level of anxiety, their stress is causing my readings to fluctuate. I've been tinkering with this thing all day.”
“The solution is obvious,” Walternate said, “Submerge the subject in water."
“Sensory-deprivation tank,” Bruno said, “Of course. The womb-like atmosphere naturally provides a state of relaxation.”
“Sometimes simpler is better,” Walternate said.
“Do you miss it?” Bruno said.
“Miss what?” Walternate said.
“Being a scientist,” Bruno said.
“I am still a scientist, Bruno,” Walternate said, “Only my laboratory is the entire Empire. Let me know as soon as the tank's ready.”
He turned and left.
Angela’s apartment
Angela walked through the front door and set down her stuff in the empty living room. She peeked in the kitchen, but it was also empty. She looked in Alexandra’s room, where her daughter was working on homework.
“Hey Alex,” Angela said.
“Hey Mom,” Alexandra said, “Just doing some Abitur prep.”
“Do you know where your dad is?” Angela said.
“He’s in his room,” Alexandra said, “He was called up.”
“Oh, no,” Angela said, “What about the dance?”
“I don’t know,” Alexandra said.
“I could go,” Angela said.
“It’s a father-daughter dance,” Alexandra said.
Angela grabbed the brochure from Alexandra’s desk.
“It says here it’s also a mother-son dance, and they’re fine with mothers going with daughters,” Angela said, “But not fathers and sons, for some reason. I’ll put in a word with the principal.”
“Mom, you don’t need to do this,” Alexandra said.
“I can and I will,” Angela said, “Let me talk to your dad first.”
She walked over to Demetrios’ room, where Demetrios was talking on his phone.
“I’ll call you back,” he said, hanging up.
“Who was that?” Angela said.
“Leza,” Demetrios said, “She was giving me an update on Erlangen.”
Angela looked at Demetrios’ suitcase.
“God, I don't know how you do it,” she said, “I'm never done packing until the Uber arrives."
“Well, I'm off to treat smallpox in Bavaria, so it's not like I have to look good,” Demetrios said.
“Oh, except you do,” Angela said, playfully tapping him on the shoulder.
“And besides, they’re all driverless,” Demetrios said, “Which means I can just carry what I didn’t pack into the car and keep packing on the way.”
“True,” Angela said.
“Are you sure you're okay with me doing this?” Demetrios said. “I can still call Fiken, beg him to cover for me."
“We have had this conversation,” Angela said, “It’s your career. This is your calling.”
“I know,” Demetrios said, “I know. It's just they haven't told me yet how long I'll be gone.”
“So just keep me posted,” Angela said, “Alex and I will be fine.”
Demetrios’ phone chimed.
“That’s probably the Uber,” he said, picking up his suitcase, “I should go.”
Angela lightly kissed him.
“Good luck,” she said, “Make us proud.”
Demetrios smiled. “I will.”
He walked out of the room, and Alexandra quickly hugged him.
“Good luck, Dad,” she said.
“Sorry I can’t make the dance,” Demetrios said, “But ask your mom, okay? I’m sure she’d be glad to take you.”
Angela winked at Alexandra.
“Sure,” Alexandra said, “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Demetrios said.
“We’ll miss you,” Angela said.
“I’ll miss you too,” Demetrios said, “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“Call me when you land,” Angela said.
“Alright,” Demetrios said, “Bye.”
He walked through the door. Angela walked into the kitchen to get something to eat. She opened the fridge and took out a small pastry. When she closed the door, she found Elisabeth Alexandra standing next to her.
“You know why you didn't die today, right?” she said. “You didn't know the protocol. If you stopped for oxygen, you'd be dead. But you did something he couldn't predict, you kept running. You know why you did that. It's why you thought you saw Walter back in the hospital. It's why you think you're seeing me now. You're not from here, Angie. You're not her.”
“You’re not real,” Angela said.
“Real is just a matter of perception,” Elisabeth Alexandra said, “I’m here. And I'm a part of you you have to hold onto. You can't forget who you are, Angie. You can't forget where you're from. You can't forget this.”
She held up the Walkman and pressed play. Alexandra tapped Angela on the shoulder.
“What's wrong, Mom?” she said.
Angela blinked, and Elisabeth Alexandra was gone.
“Nothing,” Angela said, “You just surprised me, that's all.”
“You alright?” Alexandra said.
“Yeah,” Angela said, “It's just I’m…going to miss your dad.”