Scarlet

Roland, the fierce brutality in his gaze as he’d nearly killed his opponent in the fight.
    Scarlet chewed the inside of her cheek, wondering which side of him was an act, and which was real.
    “Where are you from?” she asked.
    Wolf swung his gaze around to meet hers, the curiosity vanishing. Like he’d forgotten she was there. “Here. France.”
    Her lips twitched. “Interesting. You look like you’ve never seen a cow before.”
    “Oh—no, not here. Not Rieux. I’m from the city.”
    “Paris?”
    He nodded and his ticking legs switched to a new rhythm, alternating in time with each other. Unable to take it, Scarlet reached over and firmly pressed her palm onto one knee, forcing his bouncing leg to still. Wolf skittered at the touch.
    “You’re driving me crazy,” she said, pulling back. His legs stayed still—for the time, at least—but his surprise lingered on her. “So how did you end up in Rieux of all places?”
    His attention swept back to the window. “At first I just wanted to get away. I took a maglev to Lyon, and started following the fights from there. Rieux is small, but it draws a good crowd.”
    “I noticed.” Scarlet leaned her head back against the seat. “I lived in Paris for a while, when I was a kid. Before I came down here to live with Grand-mère.” She shrugged. “I’ve never really missed it.”
    They’d passed through the farms and olive groves, the vineyards and suburbs, and were swooping into the heart of Toulouse when she heard Wolf respond.
    “I haven’t missed it either.”
    * * *
    The sublevel of the maglev station was obnoxiously bright as they descended on the escalator, the fluorescents overcompensating for the lack of sun. Two androids and a weapons detector were waiting at the bottom, and one beeped the second Scarlet’s feet touched the platform.
    “Leo 1272 TCP 380 personal handgun detected. Please extend your ID chip and stand by for clearance.”
    “I have a permit,” Scarlet said, holding out her wrist.
    A flash of red. “Weapon cleared. Thank you for riding the European Federation Maglev Train,” said the android, rolling back to its post.
    Scarlet brushed past the androids, and found an empty bench just off the rails. Despite half a dozen small, spherical cameras orbiting near the ceiling, the walls were scribbled with years of elaborate graffiti and the ghost images of torn concert posters.
    Wolf claimed the seat beside her, and within moments his frenetic energy had started up again. Though he’d left space in between them, Scarlet found herself attuned to the fidgeting fingers, jogging knees, shoulders rolling out their kinks. His energy was almost tangible.
    Scarlet was exhausted just from watching him.
    Trying to ignore him, she dug her portscreen from her pocket and checked her comms, though nothing but junk and ads had come in.
    Three trains came and went. Lisbon. Rome. West Munich.
    Scarlet grew anxious, and didn’t realize that her own foot had started tapping to the same beat until Wolf placed the pad of a finger against her knee.
    She froze, and Wolf instantly pulled away. “Sorry,” he whispered, gripping his hands together in his lap.
    Scarlet had no response, unsure what he was apologizing for. Unable to tell if his ears had just gone pink or if it was the flickering lights from a nearby ad.
    She saw him let out a measured breath before, without warning, Wolf stiffened and whipped his head toward the escalators.
    Instantly on edge, Scarlet craned her neck to see what had startled him. A man in a business suit was passing through the detectors at the base of the escalator. He was followed by another man in torn jeans and a sweater. Then a mother guiding a hovering carriage with one hand while checking her port with the other.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, but the words were drowned out by the blaring speakers, announcing the train to Paris via Montpellier.
    The strain in Wolf’s muscles fell away and he bounded to his feet. The track’s magnets started to hum and he went to join the other passengers rustling toward the platform’s edge. The unease had already vanished from his face.
    Scarlet hefted her bag onto her shoulder and glanced back once more before joining him.
    The train’s bullet-nose glided past, a blur at first before coming to an easy stop. In one fluid movement, the cars lowered themselves onto the track with a clang and the doors all down the train hissed open. Androids deboarded from each car, their