Global Evolution: I Devour Everything. Chapter 26: What Gabriel Knows

He found out at breakfast.

Not dramatically. Not through so confrontation or revelation. He found out the way you find out most important things, quietly, in the middle of sothing ordinary, when your guard is calibrated for the wrong threat.

He was eating rice with Chike near the cooking fires when Gabriel sat down across from him.

Not next to him. Across from him. The specific geotry of soone who wants eye contact.

"You were outside the walls last night," Gabriel said.

Tobi ate his rice.

"The parking lot east of here," Gabriel continued. "Gate opened around eleven. Phantom type entities, five of them." He said phantom type like he’d been saying it for years. "You killed three. One got away."

Chike had gone very still beside him.

Tobi took another spoonful of rice. "Your people are watching the periter."

"My people are watching a lot of things. It’s how we’ve stayed alive." Gabriel looked at him with the warm eyes that weren’t warm. "I’m not raising it as a complaint. What you did last night needed doing. The Colonel’s rotation wouldn’t have caught it until morning."

"Then why are you raising it."

"Because you went alone." He paused. "You and the boy."

"Musa."

"Musa." Gabriel seed to genuinely file the na. "His ability did sothing to the entities that I haven’t seen before. A full suppression effect at three ters. That’s extraordinary for soone two days into awakening."

Tobi said nothing.

Gabriel leaned forward slightly. "I’m trying to understand what we actually have here. On this campus. What we’re capable of." He spread his hands. "The Colonel sees it as a military problem. Periter defense, supply chains, headcount. He’s good at it. But what’s coming isn’t a military problem."

"What is it."

"An evolutionary problem." He said it simply, like it was obvious. "The things coming through those gates aren’t random. They’re getting more complex. The phantom types last night didn’t exist on day one. Sothing is sending progressively more sophisticated entities and the question isn’t whether we can hold the walls." He t Tobi’s eyes. "The question is whether we can produce people capable of eting what’s actually coming."

Tobi looked at him.

Gabriel looked back.

The warm expression had sothing underneath it that Tobi was only now seeing clearly. Not calculation exactly. Sothing that had moved past calculation into a certainty that had been tested and confird.

He knows sothing, Tobi thought. Not suspects. Knows.

"What are you?" Tobi said.

Gabriel blinked. Of everything Tobi could have said that was apparently not what he’d prepared for.

"I’m a survivor," he said carefully. "Sa as you."

"No." Tobi set his bowl down. "You stopped a heat class entity with one hand and wanted four hundred people to see it. You have fourteen people who drill positioning in thirty six hours. You know what phantom types are called before anyone has nad them." He held his gaze. "What are you."

A long mont.

The cooking fires crackled. Sowhere across the courtyard Amara was arguing with soone about water allocation. Ada was crying in the east wing, the brief indignant cry that ant she wanted sothing and expected results.

Gabriel looked at his hands.

"Before the apocalypse," he said slowly, "I worked for an organization that had been preparing for this event for eleven years." He said it quietly. Not perford. Not warm. Just information being released in the specific way of soone who has decided the cost of continuing to withhold it is higher than the cost of sharing it. "We knew it was coming. Not the exact form. Not the exact date. But the broad shape of it. The gates. The awakening. The selection process."

Chike made a sound beside Tobi.

"You knew," Tobi said.

"My organization did. I was field operations. I knew what they told field operations, which was enough to prepare but not enough to prevent." He looked up. "We had a protocol for post-event consolidation. Find population centers. Assess awakened individuals. Build sothing that could survive past the first month."

"And the ability."

Gabriel was quiet for a mont. "The organization ran experints for nine years. On willing subjects. On what they called pre-sensitization. Conditioning the body to awaken specific ability types under the event conditions." He paused. "It worked for so. Not for most."

"You were one of the ones it worked for."

"Yes."

Tobi looked at him. At the warm face that wasn’t warm and the hands that had compressed air into sothing that turned a heat class creature around.

"What’s your ability. Actually."

Gabriel looked at him for a long mont.

"Dominion," he said. "I can impose my will on living things. Temporarily. The strength of the imposition depends on the complexity of the target." He paused. "Simple creatures are easy. Humans are harder. Much harder."

Humans are harder. Much harder.

Not impossible.

Chike had gone from still to stone beside him. Tobi could feel it without looking.

"How much harder," Tobi said.

"Enough that I haven’t tried it." Another pause. "And won’t. That’s not what I’m here for."

"What are you here for."

Gabriel looked at him with sothing that might have been tiredness, the first genuinely unperford thing Tobi had seen on his face.

"The sa thing you are," he said. "To make sure enough people survive what’s coming that there’s sothing left on the other side of it."

Silence.

Tobi picked up his bowl and ate the last of his rice.

"The Colonel needs to know all of this," he said.

"I know."

"Today."

"I was going to tell him after this conversation." Gabriel looked at him steadily. "I wanted to talk to you first."

"Why."

Gabriel seed to be deciding sothing. Then he said, "Because you’re the variable I can’t classify. The Colonel I understand. His motivations are clear and consistent. Sade, Chike, Festus, the others, I can read them." He paused. "You I can’t read. And the things coming through the gates have started paying attention to you specifically, which ans you’re either an asset or a target and I need to know which before I brief the Colonel with you in the room."

Tobi looked at him.

"Both," he said.

Gabriel absorbed that.

"Both," he said.

"Yes."

Another silence.

Then Gabriel said, "Your ability. The thing you actually have. Not combat enhancent."

Tobi said nothing.

"You absorb biological material from the things you kill," Gabriel said. "You evolve from it. Each engagent changes you. That’s why the phantom type last night didn’t follow you into the campus. It recognized what you were and reported back." He held Tobi’s gaze. "My organization has a na for ability types like yours. We called them Devourers. We theorized they might appear but we’d never docunted one." He paused. "Until now."

Tobi put his bowl down.

The cooking fires. Amara’s voice. Ada’s cry tapering off into satisfied silence.

"Who else in your organization knows what a Devourer is," he said.

"Everyone still alive who had clearance." Gabriel’s voice was careful now, precise in the way of soone choosing each word. "Which is a small number. I don’t know the exact count. We lost contact with central coordination on day one."

"But they’re out there."

"So of them. Yes."

"And if they find a Devourer."

Gabriel looked at him steadily. "Protocol was to secure and study. The organization believed a Devourer in the right hands could be a decisive asset against the entities."

Secure and study.

"In the right hands," Tobi said.

"Yes."

"aning not their own."

"aning the organization’s."

Tobi looked at the empty bowl in his hands. At the ordinary morning happening around him. Children running across the courtyard. Remi laughing too loud at sothing near the supply tables. The sll of the cooking fires and the broken city beyond the walls and the permanently fractured sky above all of it.

"And you," he said. "What’s your protocol."

Gabriel was quiet for a long ti.

"I don’t have one for this," he said finally. "My protocol was consolidation and assessnt. I’ve assessed." He looked at Tobi directly. "You’re eighteen years old and two days into an ability that my organization spent eleven years trying to docunt and you’re already doing things that their models said would take months." He paused. "So I don’t have a protocol. I have a judgnt call."

"Which is."

"Which is that you’re more useful free than secured." He held Tobi’s gaze. "And that what’s coming through those gates is going to require things that secured assets can’t do."

Tobi looked at him.

Gabriel looked back.

"Tell the Colonel," Tobi said. "All of it. Today."

Gabriel nodded.

"And Gabriel." Tobi stood up with the empty bowl. "Bode stops watching the dical building."

Sothing moved across Gabriel’s face. Quick and controlled and gone. "I’ll speak to him."

"Today."

"Today."

Tobi walked away from the cooking fire with his empty bowl and his new senses cataloguing the campus around him and the system sitting quietly at one hundred and four points and everything that had just happened running through his head at speed.

He found Chike at the corner of the science block.

Chike was standing very still with his hands in his pockets and his shimr running faintly at his knuckles and his face doing sothing complicated.

"He can control people," Chike said very quietly.

"He said it’s difficult. That he hasn’t tried it on humans."

"He said he hasn’t tried it yet." Chike looked at him. "That’s not the sa thing."

Tobi looked at the courtyard. At Gabriel crossing it toward the command table, easy and unhurried, warm and pleasant, nodding at the people he passed.

"No," Tobi said. "It’s not."

They stood there watching Gabriel reach the command table and say sothing to Amara and wait for the Colonel.

"Do you believe him," Chike said. "About wanting the sa thing."

Tobi thought about it honestly.

"I believe he thinks he does," he said.

Chike processed that. "And the difference between thinking you want sothing and actually wanting it."

"Is the thing you find out when it costs more than you expected."

Chike nodded slowly. The shimr at his knuckles pulsed once and faded. "What do we do."

Tobi watched Gabriel shake the Colonel’s hand with the warm smile.

"Sa thing as before," he said. "Watch. Wait. Get stronger."

He looked at the system.

One hundred and four out of three hundred.

Not enough. Not yet.

But the night gate was still out there. The phantom types would co back with more. Gabriel’s organization was sowhere in the city with protocols and clearances and a na for what Tobi was.

The gods had called him interesting.

The phantom type had gone to report.

He was running out of ti to be unready.