"I said shut up!" Kham cuffed her and Ratstomper stumbled back into the wall. She snuffled a few timesand one tear rolled down her left cheek, but at least now she was quiet. The group"s morale was too fragile to let her go on stoking their fears. "We don"t know if da halfer"s dead or not. We don"t even know if it was da elves. .h.i.t our place. And we don"t know who did da chrome twins."
"It is likely that Greerson is dead," Neko said. "It fits with the red-haired elf"s warning."
Kham"s head was spinning. He didn"t know what to do. He was losing control here, and he couldn"t just knock the catboy into line. Especially because he was right. Kham was frustrated and angry, and it made his words hot and bitter. "So how come we"re still around, den? If dese elves is so almighty tough and smart, how come dey didn"t get us? We"re only orks wid guns. What"ve we got dat"ll stop elf mages?"
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"Yer awful sweet on dat red elf."
"I believe he was trying to help us." Even if he was, Kham knew that the elf was doing it for his own purposes, whatever they were. "He had his reasons."
"Of that I am sure." Neko agreed. "But whatever they are, they worked to our benefit. We must accept that."
"So whatcha suggestin"? That we run ta him fer help?"
"lie. I do not believe that it would be forthcoming."
Kham narrowed his eyes and squinted at the catboy. The kid was ahead of him tonight; he already had a plan. "Den what ya got have in mind?"
"Cog is willing to help."
Kham knew about that kind of help. "For a fee."
"Of course."
The wry expression on Neko"s face said that he knew about that kind of help, too. And why shouldn"t he? For all that he looked like a kid, he"d been running the shadows. Kham knew how fast that made one aware of the realities of life. Still, there were unanswered-drek, unasked-questions here. Suspiciously, Kham asked, "He offered?"
"Would you expect an offer from Cog?"
Kham snarled. "Don" answer my question wid a question, catboy."
Again ignoring Kham"s threatening tone, Neko smiled and said, "I made some suggestions."
"And ya came up wit sumpin" Cog would agree ta?" "Correct."
"Awright, awright. Ya got me interested. What"s yer plan?"
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"Cog can arrange to make it look like the hit at your house was completely successful, and meanwhile we drop deeper into the shadows until it all blows over. We will need another hideout, of course. You and your people are too well-known here, and you have no supplies. You would have to go out, and you would be seen, and recognized. Someone would talk."
Kham was only too aware of how cheaply some of his neighbors would sell them out. "Find a hole and pull it in after us, huh?"
"Was that not your desire?"
"Yeah. I guess I did say dat was da ting ta do." Laying low was the usual way to avoid unwanted attention. But so many of his chummers had died. And his family had lost their home. Who was going to pay for that? Street justice demanded that he hit back, which was exactly what he"d have done if another gang had hit his gang. But he was a shadowrunner now, not a gang leader. The rules were different.
They"d already paid a high enough price to further the unknown ambitions of those mysterious elves.
Lying low might be a cowardly response for a gang leader, but Kham didn"t want revenge to cost them any more lives. He was no longer just a ganger. He had a family and a lot of other folks who depended on him. He"d already failed some of them. That failure made him mad, really mad, but he had to think about the living. If only he could believe that the danger would really end if they dropped out of sight for a while. "How much is it goin" ta cost?" Kham said.
12.Glasgian understood the reason for the starkness of the chamber, the barrenness of the walls, and the dry dustiness of the earthen floor, but he didn"t like it. All was as Urdli had commanded, but Glasgian found the place too stark, too . . . primitive. His Scaratelli shoes had already picked up a film of dust.
In the wan ruby glow from the carved crystal Glasgian"s fair skin looked ruddy, disgustingly like a norm"s.
Urdli"s dark skin didn"t show the effects as much, but it did take on an unhealthy sheen. Not that the other elf was ill, for he wasn"t. A sick, or even dying, Urdli was a prospect that Glasgian found not unpleasant, just untimely. Urdli was vital to ferreting out the secrets of the stone, for he had a mastery of that substance that none in the Sixth World could match. Once that mastery had been employed and the secrets won, there would be no more need to cooperate with the insufferable Australian. "You are early,"
Urdli said, turning from his work. Despite Glasgian"s most careful precautions, Urdli had been aware of his presence. Silently, Glasgian renewed his oath to discover the nuances necessary to mask himself from the Australian"s senses. He walked up to Urdli and looked over his shoulder. Glasgian grimaced in disgust at the animal parts and carved stones arranged in odd patterns around the eviscerated lizard at the dark elf"s feet. There was blood on Urdli"s fingers. Likely he had gutted the lizard with his bare hands.
Disgusting.
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With forced politeness, Glasgian asked, "Have you made progress?" "Yes." "Well?"
"There are still details that remain unclear." "When will we know?"
Finally Urdli turned his eyes from the objects before him and stared up at Glasgian. The dark elfs facewas all disapproval. "You are impatient."
Glasgian bristled inwardly at his partner"s insulting att.i.tude. Urdli was his elder, but he was still just a vagabond from Australia. Glasgian Oakforest was a prince, and the son of a prince, born of a line that stretched back to the beginnings of elvenkind. The Australian, fossilized in his old ways, had no justification for showing disapproval of Glasgian. What business had a vagabond disapproving of a prince?
"And you are old and slow," Prince Glasgian said, not hiding his indignation. "I move with due caution, makkaherinit." Again Glasgian felt stung by the insult, but this was not the time to show his anger. He forced calm on himself. He knew that Urdli was goading him, deliberately taunting him, and he was determined not to give the dark elf any satisfaction. Harnessing his will, Glasgian controlled his temper.
Later, they would see, but for now he"d turn the talk to other matters. "The runners are taken care of."
"You have moved against them already?" "Of course. We cannot afford for word of our involvement in this matter to get out." "Then they are all dead?"
"No, not all. The dwarf escaped before my agents could reach him, but the others are dead. The cyber-ized norms died in street violence and the orks in a building fire. The j.a.panese norm, too. For some odd reason, he was with the orks at the time of the fire. I 113.
had thought his kind had more refined aesthetics. Do you think he was defective in some way? It was difficult to read him."
"He was a mere norm, of little importance. Less now, if he is dead. However, if you would apply yourself to the problem at hand, we might be quicker to achieve the results you so pa.s.sionately desire. Have you studied my notes?"
"You should apply yourself o working, rather than to misguided attempts at correcting my education. Of course I have studied your notes. Didn"t you receive my comments?" "No."
"I sent a messenger." "I did not wish to be disturbed." "And / gave him orders to deliver my package to you. He will be punished." "Unnecessary."
"That is not for you to decide. He failed to obey my orders and deserves punishment."
Urdli smiled coldly. "You misunderstand. I do not disagree that such failure warrants punishment, young prince. I merely say that your servant need not receive it from your hands."
"You took it upon yourself to-" "A matter of prepared defenses," Urdli said, cutting off Glasgian"s rage.
"By the time I realized that he was yours, it was too late. Do you desire compensation?"
He did. Oh yes, he did, but he would not be satisfied with what the old law specified. "I will waive compensation." Until I can collect it myself, he added silently.
Urdli seemed satisfied "I have confirmed our earlier conclusions with regard to location. The crystal was indeed placed at the key junction of the triangle of the mana lines. More importantly, the stone is active.
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Given time, we will be able to pinpoint the treasure it guards."
Glasgian was pleased. "If we had the location now, we could strike tonight." "In undue haste." Urdli"s expression was bland, but Glasgian could sense the sneer.
"Timely action," Glasgian said defensively "You have a faulty sense of timing."
"I only desire what you yourself desire. Is it wrong to wish to see the thing done?"
"No. It is quite understandable, but yours is a child"s reaction," Urdli said.
"I am not a child!"
"Consider to whom you speak, makkaherinit-ha.""
Glasgian heard the warning in Urdli"s tone and decided that he would be wise to heed it. This was not the time for a split, which, he suddenly realized, might be exactly what the Australian was trying to provoke.
Urdli had needed Glasgian"s resources to take the first steps, and even now profited from Glasgian"s facilities to perform his researches into the crystal"s secrets. Perhaps Urdli had already achieved even greater success than he was admitting and was considering sundering their partnership to claim the stone for himself. Until the secrets were pried from the stone and shared, Glasgian was at a disadvantage; Urdli"s magical experience was vital to unraveling the mysteries of the crystal. If a rift occurred now and Urdli retained control of the stone, Glasgian would be cut oif forever from all that could be gained by using the crystal. That was something not to be contemplated. If their partnership must break up, it would happen only when it was to Glasgian"s advantage; perhaps later, after they had shared the crystal"s secrets.
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der. I am overcome by the necessity of what we are about. I only wish success for our gambit."
"Then perhaps you will be willing to work for it."
"Yes, I will work for it."
"Then sit here in front of me." The spot Urdli indicated was spattered with the lizard"s blood. Glasgian lowered himself and sat cross-legged. His suit would be ruined, but that was a small matter. Like many things, it could be replaced.
Urdli led him into trance and he followed. For hours they worked at the stone"s mysteries, picking at the knots of power and slowly unraveling them. And through it all. Glasgian studied Urdli, learning.
13.Kham wandered the corridors of the subterranean district known as the Ork Underground. His tired eyes roved over the battered storefronts that had opened on the surface level in the nineteenth century, but which had been overtaken when Seattle rebuilt itself on top of them. During the previous century, the tunnels had been a tourist attraction for a time, and unfounded rumors of the extent of the underground had prompted Seattle"s outcasts to seek refuge there in the bad times. Those frightened people had at first come only to hide, but many had stayed to live, digging more tunnels and making homes under the city, away from the light and the troubles. The enlarged Underground district was once again a tourist attraction-as long as the tourist was brave enough to enter a world populated almost exclusively byorks and trolls.
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Quaintness beyond belief!
He turned down a side way and the crowds grew less. Not many tourists along this route. Down here, away from the Mall, one rarely saw norms. The locals were a mix of metatypes, mostly orks and trolls, but also other metahumans who were too ugly to suit a norm"s standards. Down here, the fittings were rustier, the dwellings more haphazard, but Kham felt more comfortable in these parts. He saw none of the garish murals or contorted statuary created for the gawking tourists. The shops catered to basic needs; they didn"t bother with the trashy carvings, cheap trinkets, and brightly colored souvenirs that were the stock of the Mall"s stores. It was just a neighborhood down here- always nightwise, dank, and smelly, but just a neighborhood. An ork neighborhood.
That was a small comfort. Rabo and The Weeze might be right that the Underground was a good place to hide, but Kham didn"t like the idea. It was too full of old memories. The safety it offered outweighed that, however, and so he had agreed with the logic of bringing his family and the other survivors here, where there were more orks than anywhere else in the plex. Among thousands of orks they would be harder to find. Still, Kham wished that they didn"t have to hide here. Some place-any place-else would have been better. So why couldn"t he think of a safer place?
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running out when you needed more. Now time was on Kham"s side. As it pa.s.sed, so too would pa.s.s the importance of silencing him and the others. Given enough time, the elves wouldn"t care about them anymore.
Underground or not, none of it would have meant a thing had Neko not arranged it all with Cog. Kham didn"t know how the fixer had managed to pull it off, and Kham didn"t really want to know. Cog had succeeded in faking their deaths, but the fix had some unwanted side effects. The vids had picked up the story of the fire in the Barrens. Normally the media didn"t give a frag about orks. After all, what was a bit of violence in the Barrens but filler news on a slow night? Somehow, though, the reporter snoops had learned that the bones of a young norm-one who didn"t seem to belong to .either faction involved in the violence-had been found in the rubble. Their stories were full of unpleasant speculation about strange ork practices, and it wasn"t long before Humanis policlubbers-probably real ones this time-were voicing charges of torture and cannibalism against the orks.
In the Underground that kind of news was received with the derision it deserved. Sure, orks had an att.i.tude toward norms: everybody who had to take the drek norms dished out to orks had an att.i.tude about them. Sure, orks sometimes had some fun with a norm too stupid to stay where he belonged: those norms got what they deserved for trespa.s.sing. That was the kind of stuff that happened, the way life worked. Certainly, it was the way life worked down here. Down here, norm metatypes weren"t wanted, and intrusions were often met with violence. But it was normal, honest violence. n.o.body ever ateanyone. That was for beasts, and orks were people, even if Humanis policlubbers and their ilk didn"t believe it. Stupid norms.
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Kham hoped that the elves-all of them and not just the badboy elf-were going to be stupid too, hoped they"d buy Cog"s make-believe, but he doubted it. That"s why Kham had brought the crew down here. If they weren"t safe here, they wouldn"t be safe anywhere. He had to believe everything was going to work out all right.
Still, for all its wisdom, hiding didn"t feel right. Maybe it was just some kind of left-over gang reflex.
Maybe it wasn"t. Shadowrunners knew the risks, and they took them anyway, but families were supposed to be left out of it. This badguy elf had taken the shadow business and brought it into Kham"s personal life. That wasn"t the way things were done. Kham wanted to bust the elf"s head and let some light into that dark, twisted mind, but taking any action against that elf, whoever he was, meant working the shadows. Sure, he had an advantage-a.s.suming the elf bought Cog"s fix-but once Kham and the guys started running, sooner or later somebody would twig to the fact that they weren"t dead, and the fragging elf would know. That elf had already proved how dangerous he was; he might hit the families again. Down here, the families were safe. Maybe later, when everything had quieted down, he"d look into things. Maybe then he"d see what he could do to teach the elf the rules.
Hearing a familiar beat of footfalls accompanied by a jingle from behind him, Kham turned to see Rat-stomper pounding down the way. She was flushed and out of breath but managed a shout when she saw him turn toward her. For an ork, she was in lousy shape. "Catboy"s bought himself trouble," she gasped out. That wasn"t surprising. "Why ya telling me?" "Said we wuz supposed to watch out for him."
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was paying attention to biz, and the team. Maybe there was hope for her. "Topsiders?"
"Scuzboys. Green Band."
"Show me where," Kham ordered, giving her a shove to get her moving even after she"d started to turn.
The scuzboys of the Green Band were among the tougher gang types in the Underground. They had connections with the power that ruled what pa.s.sed for the Underground"s government, and they took their connections as license to"do what they pleased. If Neko had crossed them, he might be down one of his nine lives before anybody, Kham included, could help him.
Kham took the corner and found a trio of scuzboys trussing up a limp Neko. Two orks lay bleeding on the pavement,, attesting to the catboy"s struggle. If they were seriously hurt, Neko was in real trouble.
The Green Band didn"t take kindly to anybody hurting their members; they took revenge, usually in the form of body parts.
"Yo, Adam. Got company," one of the scuzboys said to the big one, who was likely their warlord.
None of the boys looked happy at being interrupted. They dropped Neko, who groaned when he hit the ground. At least he was alive. On second thought, Kham wasn"t sure that was such a good thing. There were three of these scuzboys, and Adam, the biggest, was almost his own size. All Kham had for back-up was Ratstomper. Some back-up. Kham waved Ratstomper forward and wide to the left. She might at least distract one of them. The scuzboys spread out, too, facing Ratstomper with their smallest. They weren"t as stupid as Kham had hoped. The alley was tight, leaving little room to maneuver. The scuzboys hadn"t drawn blades, but one of them was swinging a chain. Their turf, their rules: 121.
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The stalking stopped when a hunched shape scuttled from the darkness, whirling and rattling into the open s.p.a.ce between the combatants. The newcomer had the tusks and mismatched eyes of an ork, but she was short and slim. Her tattered garments were festooned with rags, bits of bone, and shiny objects dangling from ta.s.sels and thongs. Silvered rat skulls hung from her belt and swung in layers of necklaces around her scrawny neck Her streaky, snarly gray hair nearly hid her face when she swirled to a stop, her arms outflung in a dramatic pose.
"Scatter!" Ratstomper squealed as she dropped to her knees "I didn"t know these were your boys. If I had, I wouldn"t have said anything! Honest! Don"t blast me!"
The rat shaman ignored Ratstomper"s plea and moved past her. Scatter seemed to skitter as she moved, deceptively fast, and planted herself in front of Kham. Before he could react, her head jutted up into his face and her beady eyes stared into his.
"So you"re Kham." It was not a question. "Didn"t anyone ever tell you that you can"t go home again?"
"Haven"t gone home."
Scatter laughed, a squealing, chittenng sound. "I know that. But now you"re thinking you might. I know you are. You"re thinking you"ll have to because of your unusual"- the rat shaman t.i.ttered the word- "attachment to this breeder." She scurried over to Neko and reached out a hand to stroke the cheek of the bound catboy, but his fierce glare froze her Slowly she withdrew her hand. She snapped her head around, her lips curling up into a toothy smile as she said to 122.
Kham, "Perhaps you were in a rush to join the others. Breeders need to learn their place. Oh, yes.