"I thought it was dogs you lesser types took to be loyal, not cats." The elf looked down imperiously at the orks. "Enterich must not be allowed to keep the crystal. Though he is not long since departed, there is no time to gather forces. You will help me recover the crystal."
"You"re fragging crazy," The Weeze said.
"Incompetents! You don"t know what you have done!" The elf raised his head and growled his rage at the rafters. "Have you any idea of what you have been dealing with?"
n.o.body answered him.
"How could I expect you to? The chain was long, and even / had a difficult time following it to its end. He was very clever, using subordinates with other connections. I first thought that I was being thwarted by my erstwhile colleague, but I should have known better. That Australian fossil would never move so quickly. Once we had dissected that cybernetic monstrosity he had created, I knew Miltron was behind the hara.s.sment. I had but to look for the company"s sponsors, and there among the minor shareholders, hiding behind a facade of other firms, I found him coiled in ambush. I should have known that Miltron would have less savory sponsors than foggy-headed old men whose 230 time had pa.s.sed. Finding Enterich involved here converts suspicion to certainty."
"So those goons were Miltron," Rabo mumbled. "Miltron?" Glasgian snorted. "Of course they were Miltron. Miltron is but one of his many fronts, trog. Another puppet for the secret master. The Enterich with whom you spoke is an agent of Saeder-Krupp, ultimate master of the puppet Miltron."" The elf shook his head in false pity. "You still don"t understand, do you?"
Provoked to anger himself, Kham snapped, "Since we"re so stupid, why doncha just tell us den?"
The elf glared at him and spoke slowly, enunciating each word as if speaking to an ignorant child.
"Saeder-Krupp belongs to the dragon Lofwyr."
Kham felt a chill run down his spine. Drek! A dragon. No wonder this whole mess was so effing screwed up.
Glasgian slammed his fist against the railing. "And you have given him what he wanted. All that comes from this shall be on your heads." "Wasn"t us dat dug da ting up." "Do not try to displace the blame for this fiasco onto me. Had you all died when you were supposed to, none of this would have happened.
You are responsible for the crystal falling into his hands. You must take the responsibility for that hideous mistake. "He cannot be allowed to control the crystal. Even you must know that. We cannot leave that magic to a dragon. You must help me recover the crystal."
Much as he hated to think it, Kham knew the fragging elf was right. Dragons never did anything straight, and Lofwyr, the dragon that had gone corporate, was known everywhere as a devious old worm. What would Lofwyr do with the magic of the crystal? Sure as h.e.l.l wouldn"t be anything to help orks. Kham didn"t want to help this elf b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but neither would he be able 231.
to live with himself if he was responsible for letting the dragon bury-or worse, warp-the magic of the crystal.
25.Glasgian had a Hughes Airstar waiting on the roof for transport. Most of the pa.s.senger seats had been removed, rather sloppily, and a padded cradle installed in their place, no doubt to carry the crystal the elf wanted so desperately. There were enough seats for all of them, especially now that Scatter had disappeared. Kham didn"t like the rat shaman, but he thought it unwise to make any noise over her disappearance. There remained a small possibility that she was hiding, staying undercover to back them up. He didn"t think it likely, but he found himself hoping it was so. They had put themselves into the elf"s hands in order to s.n.a.t.c.h the crystal back from the dragon. That done, the elf would want the stone for himself and Kham and the guys would very likely be in need of a rescue. Realistically, the cowardly shaman had probably noticed the arrival of the elf-or possibly even Enterich"s crew, since he hadn"t seen her when the Miltron goons rounded everybody up-and hightailed it for home.
The elf had high confidence in his abilities. The absence of a support crew was proof of that; he had come for Kham and the guys alone, even though the Airstar was big enough for a squad of goons. When Glasgian installed Rabo in the c.o.c.kpit, Kham saw enough of the control panel to know the Airstar was well-armed despite its smooth, docile outer appearance. Sort of like your typical elf, he thought.
232 Knowing that Rabo could handle a chopper"s armament, he was glad the Airstar was equipped for combat. Sure, they had their own weapons and Glasgian had implied that heavier stuff was available if needed, but they were going up against the h.e.l.lions and the rest of the dragon"s goons. They"d need really serious fire support. The elf"s spells could provide that; Glasgian had implied that his magic was more than enough for the job at hand. But even if the elf was as tough as he thought, Kham had serious doubts about their chances of success should the dragon himself put in an appearance. Dragons were just plain bad for biz.
The elf sat up front with Rabo, leaving the buckets in the main bay to Kham, Neko, Ratstomper, and The Weeze. Glasgian also left the bulkhead door open, so that he could keep an eye on them. By the same token the open pa.s.sageway let Kham listen to the radio traffic. He supposed that he shouldn"t have been surprised when Glasgian told Rabo not to bother calling in to Seattle Air Traffic Control. This Airstar almost certainly had Tir Tairngire Council registry. That kind of clout would let them fly the Seattle sky with impunity.
The wasted reaches of the Puyallup Barrens were a snarl of streets, rubble, abandoned buildings, and stalled urban renewal. Since the Eff-Tee"s playhouse was just about in the middle of the main disaster zone, Enterich"s crew would still be working their way through the maze no matter where they were headed. The Airstar might occasionally have to detour around a block of tall buildings or some corporate industrial enclave, but it could make far better time than ground vehicles confined to what pa.s.sed for roads. And if they didn"t catch the dragon"s goons before they left the Barrens, the helicopter still gave them an advantage: air traffic didn"t get as congested as that on the ground. They"d catch up with the truck and its escort, if they could find them.
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For the first few minutes they circled the warehouse, then, following Glasgian"s vague directions, Rabo sent the bird hurtling through the evening sky. They changed course a few times, but they certainly weren"t flying a random search pattern. Kham suspected that the elf was using some kind of magic to track the stone.
During a period when the elf was clearly hard at work figuring the direction, the video screen in the bulkhead between the c.o.c.kpit and the cabin flickered to life. The image that appeared turned out to be a bird"s-eye perspective of the ground below from a camera located in the nose, to judge by the antennae and probes projecting into the bottom of the frame. Tiny white letters scrolled across the lower screen.
"Thought you might like a view." Kham smiled a little. Rabo was working his way through the controls.
The rigger was not stupid and if he could find a way to make the chopper work for them, he would. That could give them an edge against Enterich"s crew-or the elf.
They flew for almost half an hour, the elf"s directions coming closer and closer together. Kham was caught off-guard when Rabo suddenly decelerated hard and banked the Airstar. The maneuver tossed the pa.s.sengers around and Ryan actually got dumped on the deck. When they straightened out into a hover, Rabo apologized and, over the complaints, announced that they had found the caravan.
Kham hadn"t seen it on the screen, but he did when Rabo brought the chopper around a tall building and hovered over a street leading to a main thoroughfare. One by one, the vehicles he had seen in the warehouse pa.s.sed through the intersection. All except the limo. In the lead was the armored truck with the crystal, the other Miltron vans following at varying distances. Had they gotten into their spotting position too late to see 234 Enterich"s limousine pa.s.s through the intersection or had the suit taken another route?
Enterich might not actually be part of the convoy; he"d said he had other business. Maybe he"d gone elsewhere to attend to it. Kham hoped so. Though he hadn"t noticed any weapon on the suit, the man had given off an indefinable aura of danger. Even if Enterich wasn"t personally armed, Kham couldn"t believe that his car was not. If Enterich was really elsewhere, the tactical situation was better, improved by the absence of one of the opponent"s maneuver elements. There was one less angle to watch.
Kham heaved himself up and leaned into the c.o.c.kpit. "All right, elf. We found "em before dey got home, like ya wanted. Now what? Dey"re on a busy street."
"Now you will see how easy this will be. First, an illusion, a fantasy of ordinariness to lull our real prey. It will be the first step in isolating them from their protectors."
For several minutes, the elf stared avidly out the c.o.c.kpit windscreen while the Airstar crept after the caravan on silenced rotors. Kham had seen similar looks of concentration on Sally Tsung"s face when she was doing magic, but he didn"t see anything happening. He even checked the video monitor to see if the machine was picking up something his eyes were missing.
"Don"t see nuttin". How ya gonna keep dem h.e.l.lions off our back?""
Glasgian sneered. "The spell is only the first step, brute. It will require another to cut them from the herd.
Now return to your seat and let me concentrate."
Kham did as he was told; but he did it slowly, trying to make it look like it was his idea, in case the guys hadn"t heard the elf. Rabo had heard, but he was okay; 235.
they"d done enough biz together to know that sometimes you had to let the other guy think he was in charge. Usually when the other guy was in charge.
About the time Kham took his seat, the last of the vans swerved a little, brake lights flashing on. For a moment, Kham thought the driver had tried to avoid crashing into a vehicle that had cut him off, but there was nothing there, just normal traffic-and more and more s.p.a.ce opening up between the van and the rest of his convoy. Kham could imagine the van"s horn blaring and the driver cursing. Anyone with a dragon for a boss would not welcome a disruption of his schedule. The van accelerated, quickly reaching its previous traveling speed, then exceeding it. Perhaps the driver thought his companions in the truck were accelerating as well. Whatever the case, the van was soon exceeding the safe speed for the traffic flow, weaving in and out of the traffic, pa.s.sing the other vans. Suddenly, the driver cut to his right, directly into the s.p.a.ce between the lead van and the armored truck. The chopper was sound-proofed too well for Kham to hear the sounds of the crash, but he saw it all too clearly. The swerving vehicle was rammed by its companion, and its side crumpled. The other bounced off, its rear end skewing around and bashing into another car. Beneath the Airstar the street turned into a sea of red lights and sparking flashes from colliding vehicles. In moments, the avenue was hopelessly snarled. All three of the vans were involved.
Half a block ahead, and increasing the distance all the time, the armored truck drove on. Glasgian tapped Rabo on the arm, then pointed. The Airstar tilted forward and flew after the departing vehicle.
The Weeze was watching the video screen as avidly as Kham. "Drek, those goons ain"t even looking back. Didn"t they hear the crash?"
Glasgian leaned around to look into the cabin, an 236 expression of superiority on his face. "They see only what I intend them to see and hear only what I wish them to hear, which is normal traffic and their companions following faithfully." Glasgian sounded very satisfied with himself. "Soon they will see the turns I wish them to make as the only ones open to them, and when the time is right, they will see nothing at all." Gradually the truck moved away from the main arteries, out of the evening traffic. They followed, crossing out of the downtown district and back into Tacoma. Kham guessed that Glasgian was herding the driver of the truck toward the Andalusian compound. Not a real bright move; Enterich was likely watching the place and might have reinforcements on hand. But the elf wasn"t as foolish as Kham feared; the truck was still well away from the compound when he struck.
The truck began to drift, as though the driver had dozed off, which maybe he had. A car in the oncoming lane b.u.mped up onto the curb to avoid the wandering truck, narrowly avoiding a collision. That driver escaped, but Enterich"s people were less lucky. Wandering back to the other side of the road, the truck made it to the next intersection before drifting further and careening into the curb. The force of the strike was enough to send the vehicle over to one side so that when it hit a parked car, it rode up and over, overbalancing. The side of the truck smashed down onto the pavement and the vehicle skidded along, gravel and sparks flying, until it slammed into a light post. The light flickered and died, dropping that section of the road into gloom.
At Glasgian"s frantic urgings, Rabo brought the chopper down to a quick and b.u.mpy landing in a nearby rubble-strewn lot. Glasgian slid open the Air-star"s main door and jumped out, calling for the orks to follow him. Kham thought about using the opportunity to take care of the elf, but even after all Glas- 237.
gian had done, Kham couldn"t bring himself to shoot the b.a.s.t.a.r.d in the back. Besides, they might need him if the dragon showed. Or sooner; some of Enterich"s goons had survived the crash and were groggily hauling themselves out of the wreckage.
One of the survivors pulled a pistol and fired at the charging elf. Her aim wasn"t too good, but her shot had effect anyway. The bullet took Ryan in the gut as he stepped out of the Airstar. The stupid kid had opened up his armor vest for the chopper ride and hadn"t sealed it before debarking. He sat down hard and looked stupidly at his bleeding gut. The catboy took a round, too, and tumbled backward, blood-lessly; his armor saved him.
Ratstomper screamed and opened up on full auto, nearly nailing Glasgian. The elf dove to one side, taking cover in a doorway. Things got confused real quick, as another goon started firing and the orks shot back. It was short and sharp, and the outcome wasn"t any real surprise. The goons were still rattled from the crash, and Kham, Rabo, and The Weeze had done this sort of thing plenty of times before.
They moved smoothly, spreading out and keeping up a good volume of fire. Even with Ratstomper mostly wasting scenery, the firefight went thirty seconds, max. before it was all over. There were no more survivors of the wreck.
Ratstomper ran to Ryan as soon as she could, dragged him off the street, and leaned him up against an abandoned car. The rest of the guys gathered around. The kid was their only serious casualty. Not bad, considering the open area in which the firefight had taken place, but not good enough for Kham.
"Rabo," he bawled. "Bring the first aid kit from the chopper.""
The rigger was fast, but that didn"t matter; the kid"s wounds were too serious. Kham could see that even 239 though they had done all they could for him, it was not enough. The orks gathered around, watching helplessly as the life bled out of their comrade. With Ryan already unconscious, Kham was spared having to decide whether or not to end the kid"s pain. He knew what most of his guys wanted in a situation like this, but there had never been time to ask the kid.
A triumphant laugh sounded from the direction of the overturned truck. Glasgian"s laugh. Kham turned to look and saw brilliant rays of emerald light leaking from the sprung doors. The light grew in intensity, and Kham had a sudden suspicion. "Cover!" he yelled.
The guys ducked low, trusting his reaction. He hoped the bulk of the abandoned car would shield them.
He also hoped he was being overly cautious and would look stupid soon. It was not to be.
With a rending shriek the armor panels of the truck bulged and burst apart like an overstretched balloon.
Angry hornets of metal buzzed through the air, spang-ing off everything in a thirty-meter radius. Glasgian, standing on the padded collar and clinging to the crystal still strapped into that collar, rose from the ruins of the truck. He glowed with power.
The elf laughed as he rose higher into the sky. Experimentally, Kham fired off a shot and was not surprised when it had no effect. The elf never even stopped laughing.
"Guess he"s got his own ride home," Neko said dryly.
Tracer rounds st.i.tched up the pavement and into the remains of the truck. Its fuel ignited and burst into flames. Huddled behind the abandoned car, the crew was safe for the moment, but those tracers and the moan accompanying them were familiar: the h.e.l.lions had found them. How, Kham didn"t know; it didn"t 240.
matter. Once more they were facing long odds with the dice loaded against them.
He looked into the sky. The retreating elf was a mere speck, leaving them to face the h.e.l.lions alone. And Glasgian probably knew he was doing it, too. There was no point in cursing the b.a.s.t.a.r.d; Kham had known the elf might do just such a thing when he"d agreed to help the weedeater recover the crystal from the dragon"s goons. Kham had believed that the need to keep the magic away from the dragon made taking the chance necessary. He"d hoped to be able to keep the crystal from the elf as well. He should have known better. Another good ork life spent, with nothing to show for it.
Bullets chewed at the metal that shielded them. Ratstomper looked up from the body she cradled in her arms. "What do we do now, Kham?"
He wished he knew. There didn"t seem to be a lot of options. The Airstar"s armament could take out the h.e.l.lions, but they were too far from the chopper; Rabo would get wasted trying to make it across the street. Without the chopper, their own firepower wasn"t going to be enough against the h.e.l.lions.
"It"s not worth dying for an empty truck," Neko pointed out.
Kham wondered if it would have been worth dying if the truck were still full of what they had come after.
This eternity magic, if that"s what it was, was getting awfully expensive.
"Enterich said he"d call the h.e.l.lions off," Kham began.
"If we stayed out of it," Ratstomper reminded him needlessly. "Suit"s your chummer, catboy. He good for his word?"
"Again, he"s not my chummer. As for his word, we would seem to have broken the pact ourselves.
How- 241.
ever, we would have little chance if we fight. Perhaps they will be lenient if we can claim that the elf forced us."
"If they let us talk," Ratstomper said gloomily.
There was a lull in the firing, and Kham could hear a car approaching.
"Only one way to find out," he said, but before he could act, Neko had jumped up, tossed away his submachine gun, and stepped around the car"s fender. The catboy walked forward, hands in the air.
"News," he shouted. "We have news for Enterich."
Kham half-expected to see the little j.a.p kid sliced and diced by the hungry red tracers, but it didn"t happen. A car rolled out of the gathering darkness. Its doors had been ripped off to accommodate the huge cyberguys: one h.e.l.lion was crammed into the driver"s seat and the other clung to the pa.s.senger side, his tri-barrel pointing in their direction. The car squealed as if protesting mistreatment as it slowed to a halt. Unsurprisingly, the tribarrel never wavered from its target.
Kham tossed his own weapon away and stood, shouting, "Don"t shoot. We got news for your boss."
For a long, sweaty moment, he thought they weren"t going to buy it. Then, the muzzles of the tribarrel dropped, and the h.e.l.lion made what sounded like an exasperated sigh. The h.e.l.lions emerged from the car, its springs sighing in relief at the removal of their burdensome weight. One h.e.l.lion monitored the disarming of the orks while the other checked over the wreckage of the truck. If they cared whether their colleagues were wounded or dead, they never gave a sign. Satisfied that the crystal was gone, they herded the orks and Neko into the Airstar. Once more they took to the air in the commandeered chopper, but this time Rabo wasn"t driving.
26."It is unfortunate that you did not heed my advice," Mr. Enterich said, his voice sad, but his face expressionless. The suit stared at them from the video screen for several minutes without saying anything else. En- j terich was only an image on a screen, but still Kham " felt discomfited by the man"s eyes. Their look of disapproval was too much like what he usually saw in Harry"s eyes, the slight hint of distaste too much like that in Lissa"s.
What did they all want of him anyway? He tried to do what he thought was right. Was it his fault there was always another player with a bigger stake or better cards? He was just a street ork. What more could they expect?
Enterich shook his head slightly. "I had hoped that this matter was closed."
One by one, the suit questioned them closely about their brief alliance with Glasgian. He started with Neko and was working his way through the team to Kham.
While The Weeze was giving her version, Kham looked around the room where they were being kept.The walls were bare and featureless, bland in the dull fluorescent light from the overhead panels. The way it was fitted out with chairs and low tables made it seem like a doctor"s waiting room; there were even stacks of magazines on the tables. Bored with the constant repet.i.tion, Rabo had found a tech journal to stick his nose into. The h.e.l.lions hadn"t let them see where they"d been taken. They"d blanked out the Airstar"s windows 243.
for the ride, then hustled the team out into a darkened hangar and through darkened halls. Kham and his runners could have been anywhere, but everything was all straight and real clean, so it had to be corporate property.
The catboy was the only one who seemed relaxed, like maybe he"d been here before. Maybe he had; especially if his real loyalties did lie with Enterich and his dragon master. Still, Neko had been disarmed and incarcerated in the cabin of the Airstar with them, lending some credence to his protests that he was not one of Enterich"s agents. Of course that might all be part of the scam to make it seem that Neko was an independent, just like the questioning.
In his turn, Kham gave the same story of Glasgian"s arrival as everyone else had, but he put a special emphasis on the elf"s insistence that they not leave the crystal in Enterich"s possession. As Kham was confirming for the fifth time that Glasgian had said Enterich worked for Saeder-Krupp, the picture on the video screen changed. The suit"s image was reduced, remaining only in a small inset box in the upper-left corner. The rest of the screen was black. But only for a moment. A new image appeared, a golden dragon"s head. The screen was two meters tall and the head more than filled it, the dragon"s horns projecting up and out of the image area. Though there was nothing in the picture that could give scale to the image, Kham had the impression that the image was smaller than life-sized. This beast was big, even for its kind. " 7 am Lofwyr.""
The shock of the dragon"s speech buzzed in Kham"s head. It hadn"t moved its lips or opened its mouth, but it had spoken; he had no doubt of that. The feeling in his head was almost like the one he got when the wage-mage they"d blasted on the last run with Sally had gotten into Kham"s head, but it was different, too. He 244.
didn"t understand how the dragon was communicating, but it didn"t matter. It was, and he was hearing it.
So were the others. Ratstomper and The Weeze were staring round-eyed at the screen, and the catboy had come out of his lazing slump and was sitting on the edge of his seat. To Kham"s surprise, Rabo was still absorbed in his magazine. Hadn"t he heard the dragon announce himself? Kham elbowed the rigger, who looked up and did a double-take when he saw the video screen.
"Drek! When did that drop in?" The dragon ignored his remark. " 7 have listened to your stories and have heard enough. Time, even as it is measured by your kind, is short. This elf, Glasgian, is dabbling in matters that he does not understand, and the magic he is playing with will cause dire consequences. If he manages to complete his plans, I will not be able to contain the situation. ""
The dragon stopped speaking, seemingly waiting. n.o.body else reacted, so Kham screwed up his courage. "Dat sounds like a pitch. Yer boy said he wanted us outta it."
From his little box, Enterich said, "As should be obvious, the situation has changed."
"I didn"t wanta deal wit ya before I knew who ya worked fer," Kham objected. "I prefer dealing witelves. At least dey"re human."
" "They would not agree with you."" Lofwyr produced a rumble that might have been dragonish laughter.
As the rumble died away, Enterich added, "The elves believe other metahumans to be lesser races than themselves; they dream of the old days when magic ruled, and wish to establish a world order in which their superiority is acknowledged."
"Elves iiber untermenschen," Neko said sotto voce.
"Essentially," Enterich said. The suit went on to 245.
sling more mud at elves in general, but Kham tuned him out; it wasn"t anything he hadn"t heard before.
"Where"d ya pick up German, catboy?" he whispered to Neko.
"Old American war movies," Neko replied casually.
Enterich concluded with, "If Glasgian is not stopped immediately, he will disrupt delicate balances.
a.s.suredly, he believes that the change will benefit him and his kind, but there is no guarantee that he is correct. Whatever the ultimate outcome, your kind will not fare well."
"You will believe what I tell you, if you are wise, " Lofwyr said. "Act, or end as a slave, as your race was in ancient times.""