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#8) HORMONES WILL NOT RULE MY DESERT.
Girls are never grouped with boys.
#9) AT EIGHTEEN YOU CEASE TO BE MY CONCERN.
The Admiral has a list of his ten supreme rules, posted in each and every plane where kids live and work. The kids call them "The Ten Demandments." He doesn't care what they call them, as long as each and every one of them knows the list by heart.
#10) MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF. THIS IS AN ORDER.
It's a challenge keeping almost four hundred kids healthy, hidden, and whole. But the Admiral has never walked away from a challenge. And his motivation for doing this, like his name, is something he prefers to keep to himself.
33 Risa
For Risa, the first days in the Graveyard are harsh and seem to last forever. Her residency begins with an exercise in humility.
Every new arrival is required to face a tribunal: three seventeen-year-olds sitting behind a desk in the gutted shell of a wide-bodied jet. Two boys and a girl. These three, together with Amp and Jeeves, who Risa met when she first stepped off the plane, make up the elite group of five everyone calls "the Goldens." They're the Admiral's five most trusted kids—and therefore the ones in charge.
By the time they get to Risa, they've already processed forty kids.
"Tell us about yourself," says the boy on the right. Starboard Boy, she calls him, since, after all, they're in a vessel. "What do you know, and what can you do?"
The last tribunal Risa faced was back at StaHo, when she was sentenced to be unwound. She can tell these three are bored and don't care what she says, just as long as they can get on to the next one. She finds herself hating them, just as she hated the headmaster that day he tried to explain why her membership in the human race had been revoked.
The girl, who sits in the middle, must read her feelings, because she smiles and says, "Don't worry, this isn't a test—we just want to help you find where you'll fit in here." It's an odd thing to say, since not fitting in is every Unwinds problem.
Risa takes a deep breath. "I was a music student at StaHo," she says, then immediately regrets telling them she's from a state home. Even among Unwinds there's prejudice and pecking orders. Sure enough, Starboard leans back, crossing his arms in clear disapproval, but the port-side boy says: "I'm a Ward too. Florida StaHo 18."
"Ohio 23."
"What instrument do you play?" the girl asks.
"Classical piano."
"Sorry," says Starboard. "We've got enough musicians, and none of the planes came with a piano."
"'Survival has earned me the right to be respected,'" Risa says. "Isn't that one of the Admiral's rules? I don't think he'd like your attitude."
Starboard squirms. "Can we just get on with this?"
The girl offers an apologetic grin. "As much as I hate to admit it, in the here and now, there are other things we need before a virtuoso. What else can you do?"
"Just give me a job and I'll do it," Risa says, trying to get this over with. "That's what you're going to do anyway, right?"
"Well, they always need help in the galley," says Starboard. "Especially after meals."
The girl gives Risa a long, pleading look, perhaps hoping that Risa will come up with something better for herself, but all Risa says is "Fine. Dishwasher. Am I done here?"
She turns to leave, doing her best to douse her disgust. The next kid comes in as she's heading out. He looks awful. His nose is swollen and purple. His shirt is caked with dried blood, and both his nostrils have started bleeding fresh.
"What happened to you?"
He looks at her, sees who it is, and says, "Your boyfriend— that's what happened to me. And he's gonna pay."
Risa could ask him a dozen questions about that, but the kid's bleeding all over his shirt, and the first priority is to stop it. He tips his head back.
"No," Risa tells him. "Lean forward, otherwise you'll gag on your own blood."
The kid listens. The tribunal of three come out from behind their desk to see what they can do, but Risa has it under control.
