looking at her.
"Those are just bats," she said. "They"re nocturnal, and the sun"s coming up.
They"re flying home." She shrugged her shoulders. "Bats."
Captain Suzie frowned and put her weapon up but she didn"t move from her
defensive crouch. "So there"s no danger?"
"No," Caxton said. "There"s no connection. That"s just a myth." She realized
with a start that the ART didn"t resent her presence. As they climbed back
inside the vehicle to resume their journey she understood that they were glad to
have her along. She was their trained vampire killer.
She just hoped the mission"s success didn"t depend on her expertise. They pulled into Kennett Square just as dawn made the white lines on the road glow and seem to float above the dark asphalt. Maybe it was just Caxton"s lack of sleep. With the sun creeping up over the trees they moved through the quaint little town which the map showed as being quite literally square. "What"s that smell?" Reynolds asked. Caxton had noticed it too, a thick, earthy smell that occasionally sharpened into something pretty nasty.
"This is the mushroom capital of the world," Captain Suzie told him. "Didn"t you know that? That smell is the stuff they grow mushrooms in." DeForrest sniffed the air. "s.h.i.t?" he asked.
Captain Suzie shrugged. "Manure, anyway. They have to cook it in these long sheds, night and day, to sterilize it. This whole part of the state smells like that, pretty much all the time. I used to live around here. You get used to it." "You get used to the smell of cooking s.h.i.t," Reynolds said as if he were trying on the idea for size.
"So you hardly even notice it anymore," Captain Suzie a.s.sured him. "After a couple of days you can get used to anything."
What about torture, Caxton wondered? Could you get used to torturing your enemies for information? She was afraid she knew the answer.
They pa.s.sed over a set of train tracks that made the Granola Roller rumble ominously and then they were there-the substation. The hideout of Efrain Reyes, if they were lucky. Or maybe if they weren"t.
Caxton checked her weapons, working the actions, chambering and unchambering rounds. The ART followed her example. Arkeley pulled up outside the substation"s fence and got out of his car. "What is he doing?" Captain Suzie asked.
The Fed answered for himself, slipping a hands-free phone attachment over his ear. He touched the tiny mouthpiece bud and the armored vehicle"s radio squawked. DeForrest punched some b.u.t.tons. "Say again, over," he announced. "I was saying that I"m going from here on foot," Arkeley told them. "You can follow however you choose but this place was never meant for a military parade."
"He"s making fun of your truck," Caxton told Captain Suzie.
The other woman scowled. "He can make fun of my big nose, but I"m still not getting out and walking," she said, but she wasn"t smiling.
The substation took up about two acres of ground, all of it surrounded by brick wall or chainlink fence. The ART had secured the plans of the place. It had been decommissioned by the local utility provider a year earlier (a bigger, better, and safer substation having already been built and hooked into the grid) and work crews were still taking it apart. There was more to it than simple demolition-there were all kinds of nasty chemicals and compounds inside the giant transformers that made up the bulk of the substation"s equipment, from sulfur hexafluoride gas to liquid PCBs. The transformers had to be taken apart piece by piece by trained professionals. Electrical engineers, to be specific-men like Efrain Reyes before he died.
Arkeley had gotten permission from the substation"s owners to search the place. They"d given him a key to the padlock on the gate. There had been some concern that Reyes might have changed the lock but the key worked just fine. Arkeley pushed open the heavy gate and went inside.
Reynolds put the Granola Roller into gear and crept forward, staying twenty-five feet behind Arkeley at all times. The Fed moved forward briskly as if he knew what he was looking for. They pa.s.sed down a narrow aisle flanked by two rows of tall switches adorned with stacks of round insulators that made them look like the spires of futuristic churches. Beyond lay the transformers themselves, thick, st.u.r.dy metal blocks standing in perfect rows.
"I though we were after vampires, not Frankenstein"s monster," DeForrest joked. Everyone ignored him. "What"s all this stuff for?"
"It steps down the voltage of electricity coming from the power plants," Caxton explained, "until it"s safe to send to your house." She pressed her face against the gunport in her window and tried to see what Arkeley must be seeing. Nothing stirred in the substation except a few fallen yellow leaves that skittered around in the breeze, chasing each other back and forth. Up ahead at the end of the row stood an old switch house, maybe a hundred years old. It was where the original circuit breakers for the substation would have been housed-maybe even fuses, if the place was old enough. It was a one-story building made of dark brown brick with mullioned windows that didn"t let much light in or out.
It had to be the place. Beyond lay the chainlink fence. Yellow corn stalks stood eight feet high outside the fence, fields of the dead vegetation running off in every other direction. If Reyes was hiding inside the substation he was in the switch house.
Arkeley went to the door and pushed it open. Whatever might have been inside the sun hadn"t touched it yet. He unholstered his weapon and took a flashlight from the pocket of his overcoat. "I"m going in, if anyone cares to join me," Arkeley said over the radio.
"That"s not how we planned this," Captain Suzie said into her own radio. "That"s not what the Commissioner wanted. It could be dangerous." "The sun"s up. We"re safe. Right? We"re safe," Reynolds said. "The sun"s up. Vampires can"t come out at day."
"That"s right," Caxton told him.
"I don"t care. We stay in the vehicle," Captain Suzie said. She stared forward at Arkeley as if she could meet his gaze from the back seat of the armored vehicle.
The Fed stepped into the darkness. None of the ART moved. "Deputy," Captain Suzie called. "Deputy? Come in, Deputy. Give me a status report, give me something. Anything."
"Special Deputy," Arkeley"s voice corrected her. He remained out of sight. "I don"t have a lot a lot to report just now. I"ve found a large quant.i.ty of cobwebs and rusty equipment. Hold on. I just found a trapdoor. It looks like there"s a lower level. I"m headed down."
Caxton pushed open her door and jumped down to the ground before she knew she was really going to do it. Captain Suzie grabbed for her but Caxton slipped through her hands. She moved toward the switch house as the radio on her collar started yelling orders at her.
She was almost at the switch house"s open door when something moved in the corner of her eye. She turned, her rifle in firing position, and saw it again. Outside of the fence something was definitely moving around. She looked left and right and saw that someone had cut a hole through the fence, big enough for a grown man to duck through. She ran over and twined her fingers through the chainlink. "Arkeley," she called, "I"ve found a back exit to the substation. There"s somebody out there."