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羊毛战记 part 4 the unraveling 43
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  but old folks—many feign as they were dead;unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
  “do you understand what you’re proposing we do?”
  knox looked up at mclain, met her wrinkled and wizened eyes with as much confidence as hecould muster. the tiny woman who controlled all the silo’s spares and fabrication cut an oddlyimposing figure. she didn’t have knox’s barrel chest or thick beard, had wrists barely bigger thantwo of his fingers, but she possessed a wizened gray gaze and the weight of hard years that made himfeel but a shadow in her presence.
  “it’s not an uprising,” he said, the forbidden words moving easily with the grease of habit andtime. “we’re setting things to right.”
  mclain sniffed. “i’m sure that’s what my great-grandparents said.” she pushed back loose strandsof silver hair and peered down at the blueprint spread out between them. it was as if she knew thiswas wrong but had resigned herself to helping rather than hindering it. maybe it was her age, knoxthought, peering at her pink scalp through hair so thin and white as to be like filaments of glass.
  perhaps, with enough time in these walls, one could become resigned to things never getting better,or even changing all that much. or maybe a person eventually lost hope that there was anythingworth preserving at all.
  he looked down at the blueprint and smoothed the sharp creases in the fine paper. he wassuddenly aware of his hands, how thick and grease limned his fingers appeared. he wondered ifmclain saw him as a brute, storming up here with delusions of justice. she was old enough toconsider him young, he realized. young and hot tempered, while he thought of himself as being oldand wise.
  one of the dozens of dogs that lived among supply’s stacks grunted discontentedly under thetable as if all this war planning were spoiling its nap.
  “i think it’s safe to assume it knows something is coming,” mclain said, running her small handsacross the many floors between them and thirty-four.
  “why? you don’t think we were discreet coming up?”
  she smiled up at him. “i’m sure you were, but it’s safe to assume this because it would bedangerous to assume otherwise.”
  he nodded and chewed on the part of his beard below his lower lip.
  “how long will the rest of your mechanics take to get here?” mclain asked.
  “they’ll leave around ten, when the stairwell is dimmed, and be here by two, three at the latest.
  they’ll be loaded down.”
  “and you think a dozen of your men is sufficient to keep things running down below?”
  “as long as nothing major breaks, yeah.” he scratched the back of his neck. “where d’ya thinkthe porters will fall? or the people from the mids?”
  she shrugged. “the mids see themselves as toppers mostly. i know, i spent my childhood upthere. they go for the view and eat at the café as much as they can, justifying the climb. the toppersare another question. i think we have more hope among them.”
  knox wasn’t sure he heard her correctly. “say again?”
  she looked up at him, and knox felt the dog nuzzling against his boots, looking for company orwarmth.
  “think about it,” mclain said. “why are you so riled up? because you lost a good friend? thathappens all the time. no, it’s because you were lied to. and the toppers will feel this ever morekeenly, trust me. they live in sight of those who’ve been lied to. it’s the mids, the people who aspireupward without knowing and who look down on us without compassion, that will be the mostreluctant.”
  “so you think we have allies up top?”
  “that we can’t get to, yeah. and they would take some convincing. a fine speech like youpoisoned my people with.”
  she gifted him with a rare grin, and knox felt himself beaming in return. and right then he knew,instantly, why her people were devoted to her. it was similar to the pull he had on others, but fordifferent reasons. people feared him and wanted to feel safe. but they respected mclain and wantedto feel loved.
  “the problem we’re gonna have is that the mids are what separate us from it.” she drew her handacross the blueprint. “so we need to get through there quick but without starting a fight.”
  “i thought we’d just storm up before dawn,” knox grumbled. he leaned back and peered underthe table at the dog, who was half sitting on one of his boots and looking up at him with its foolishtongue hanging out, tail wagging. all knox saw in the animal was a machine that ate food and leftshit behind. a furry ball of meat he wasn’t allowed to eat. he nudged the filthy thing off his boot.
  “scram,” he said.
  “jackson, get over here.” mclain snapped her fingers.
  “i don’t know why you keep those things around, much less breed more of ’em.”
  “you wouldn’t,” mclain snapped back. “they’re good for the soul, for those of us who havethem.”
  he checked to see if she was serious and found her smiling a little more easily now.
  “well, after we set this place right, i’m gonna push for a lottery for them, too. get their numbersunder control.” he returned her sarcastic smile. jackson whined until mclain reached down to pethim.
  “if we were all as loyal as this to each other, there’d never need to be an uprising,” she said,peering up at him.
  he dipped his head, unable to agree. there had been a few dogs in mechanical over the years,enough for him to know that some people felt this way, even if he didn’t. he always shook his headat those who spent hard-earned chits on food that would fatten an animal that would never repay thefavor. when jackson crossed under the table and rubbed against his knee, whining to be petted, knoxleft his hands spread out on the blueprint, defiant.
  “what we need for the trip up is a diversion,” mclain said. “something to thin the numbers in themids. it’d be nice if we could get more of them to go up top, because we’re going to make a racketmoving this many people up the stairs.”
  “we? wait, you don’t think you’re coming—”
  “if my people are, then of course i am.” she inclined her head. “i’ve been climbing ladders in thestockroom for over fifty years. you think a few flights of stairs will give me grief?”
  knox wasn’t sure anything could give her grief. jackson’s tail thumped the leg of the table as themutt stood there, looking up at him with that dumb grin his breed habitually wore.
  “what about welding doors shut on the way up?” knox asked. “keep them in until this is allover.”
  “and do what afterward? just apologize? what if this takes weeks?”
  “weeks?”
  “you don’t think it’ll be that easy, do you? just march up and take the reins?”
  “i’m under no delusions about what comes next.” he pointed at her office door, which led out tothe workshops full of clacking machinery. “our people are building the implements of war, and i aimto use them if it comes to that. i will gladly take a peaceful transfer, would be satisfied pushingbernard and a few others out to clean, but i have never shied away from getting dirty, either.”
  mclain nodded. “just so we’re both clear—”
  “clear as glass,” he said.
  he clapped his hands, an idea forming. jackson ducked away from the sudden noise.
  “i’ve got it,” he told her. “a diversion.” he pointed to the lower floors of mechanical on theblueprint. “what if we have jenkins cascade a power outage? we could start a few levels above this,or even better, with the farms and the mess halls. blame it on the recent generator work—”
  “and you think the mids’ll clear out?” she narrowed her eyes.
  “if they want a warm meal. or they’ll hunker down in the dark.”
  “i think they’ll be in the stairwell gossiping, wondering what all the fuss is about. even more inour way.”
  “then we’ll tell them we’re going up to fix the problem!” knox felt himself getting frustrated.
  the damn dog was sitting on his boot again.
  “up to fix a problem?” mclain laughed. “when’s the last time that made any sense?”
  knox pulled on his beard. he wasn’t sure what was so complicated. there were a lot of them.
  they worked with tools all day. they were going to beat in tech heads, little men like bernard whosat on their butts and clacked on keyboards like secretaries. they just needed to go up there and do it.
  “you got any better ideas?” he asked.
  “we need to keep in mind the after,” mclain said. “after you’ve bludgeoned some people todeath and the blood is dripping through the grates, what then? do you want people living in fear ofthat happening again? or of whatever you put them through to get there?”
  “i only want to hurt those that lied,” he said. “that’s all any of us want. we’ve all lived in fear.
  fear of the outside. fear of cleaning. afraid to even talk about a better world. and none of it wastrue. the system was rigged, and in a way to make us hang our heads and take it—”
  jackson barked up at him and began to whine, his tail swishing the floor like a dropped air hosewith a stuck nozzle that had gone out of control.
  “i think when we’re done,” he said, “and we start talking about using our know-how to explore aworld we’ve only ever looked out at, i think that’s gonna inspire some people. hell, it gives me hope.
  don’t you feel anything?”
  he reached down and rubbed jackson’s head, which stopped the animal from making so muchnoise. mclain looked at him for a while. she finally bobbed her head in agreement.
  “we’ll go with the power outage,” she said with finality. “tonight, before any who went to see thecleaning return disappointed. i’ll lead up a squad with candles and flashlights, make it look like agoodwill mission headed by supply. you’ll follow a few hours later with the rest. we’ll see how farthe repair story gets us before we run into trouble. hopefully, a good number will be staying in the uptop, or back in their beds in the mids, too exhausted from climbing for a meal to care about thecommotion.”
  “there’ll be less traffic those early hours,” knox agreed, “so maybe we won’t run into too muchtrouble.”
  “the goal will be to hit it and contain it. bernard is still playing mayor, so he probably won’t bethere. but either he’ll come to us or we’ll push up after him once the thirties are secure. i don’t thinkhe’ll put up much of a fight, not once his floors are ours.”
  “agreed,” knox said, and it felt good to have a plan. to have an ally. “and hey, thanks for this.”
  mclain smiled. “you give a good speech for a greaser,” she said. “and besides”—she noddedtoward the dog—“jackson likes you, and he’s hardly ever wrong. not about men.”
  knox looked down and realized he was still scratching the mutt. he pulled his hand away andwatched the animal pant, staring up at him. in the next room, someone laughed at a joke, the voicesof his mechanics mixing with those of the members of supply, all gently muffled by the wall anddoor. this laughter was joined by the sounds of steel rods bending into shape, flat pieces hammeredsharp, machines for making rivets turned instead into making bullets. and knox knew what mclainmeant about loyalty. he saw it in that dumb dog’s eyes, that it would do anything for him if only hewould ask. and this weight bearing down on his chest, of the many who felt that way for him and formclain—knox decided that this was the heaviest burden of them all.
 

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