Good thing she"d planned for this. She searched her blue jean pockets until she found her printouts for the current phase of work. "Please, do as much as you can of this and then take a break. Thank you."
She climbed down the tower calling out instructions to work crews as she spotted problems.
The cutting crew waited for her at the foot of the ladder. "We cut to the survey marks, domi domi."
"Good, good, thank you." She scanned the ten acres of cleared hilltop. "The stumps in the area of the foundation need to be removed. I"m not sure how that"s done. I suppose we could blast them out."
"No, no, no." Strangely, they seemed anxious for her not to use explosives. Too bad-it would have been fun. "There is magic to excise roots. We"ll see it done."
"Thank you, thank you."
Lain stood beside the board tacked heavy with technical drawings, floor plans, and concept pictures. "What do you think you"re doing?"
Was that a trick question? "I"m creating infrastructure." Tinker drew Lain"s attention to the board. "Phase One was to choose an appropriate building site. Phase Two was to commandeer a work crew. Phase Three is to clear the building site." She waved a hand at the denuded ridgeline. The topology maps were correct-this was one of the highest hills in the area. "Phase Four is to secure the building site." She paused to check off item one of the Phase Three schedule posted on the board. "Phase Five is to create an energy source. Based on an article I read once, I"ve designed a wind turbine using rear brake drums from Ford F250 trucks. See." She found the concept drawing. "This is really beauty in simplicity. I can adapt old electric motors into these "inside out" alternators common on small wind turbines-which eliminates the need to build a complicated hub that attaches the blades to a small-diameter shaft. See, this simple plywood sandwich holds the blades tightly in the rotor and the entire a.s.sembly is mounted directly to the generator housing: the brake drum. It should churn out three hundred to five hundred watts per turbine."
"Per turbine?"
"Roughly." Tinker realized watt output wasn"t Lain"s question. "Oh, I"m hoping for at least five to start with along this ridge. I originally thought I could install them near the Faire Ground and then realized since it doubled as the airfield that wouldn"t work."
"Tinker..."
Tinker held up her hand, as she hadn"t really come to the heart of the plan. "Phase Six will be to create telecommunication abilities not relying on Pittsburgh resources. Phase Seven will be to develop the Tinker Computing Center. Scratch that. Tinker domi domi Computing and Research Center." Computing and Research Center."
Tinker paused to note the name change and Lain s.n.a.t.c.hed the pen from her hand. She eyed Lain, tapping her pen-less fingers. "What are you doing here?"
"It is the sad truth that anyone that knows you well also knows that I have some influence with you. I have had Oilcan, Nathan, Riki, Director Maynard, four human agencies, and five elfin household heads call me in the last hour. I even had my first ever telephone conversation with Tooloo, not something I ever want to repeat again. Honestly Tinker, what in the world do you think you"re doing?"
Tinker glanced at the plan-covered board and back to Lain. Strange. She thought Lain was fairly intelligent. "I told you. Creating infrastructure."
"You"ve commandeered workers from all the enclaves, and I"m sure you"re working them without pay. The EIA director is in a froth about missing evidence, the department of transportation supervisor complained that you"ve hijacked one of their dump trucks, and the police say you"ve taken a Peterbilt truck from the impound."
"I needed a lot of stuff."
"Why are you doing this?"
Tinker jabbed a finger at her plans. "I"m creating infrastructure infrastructure!"
Lain caught her hands, held them tight. "Why?"
"Because it"s not there. Twenty years of Pittsburgh being on Elfhome, and everything is still in Pittsburgh. Elfhome has the train and some boats, and that"s it."
"That is not why. Why are you you doing it, in this manner?" doing it, in this manner?"
"Because obviously no one else is going to do it, or it would already be done."
"Have you considered that the reason why might be because the elves don"t want it on Elfhome?"
"I don"t care what they want. I want it. I"m not going to spend another day without a computer, let alone three weeks, or a century, or millennia. Maybe this is why I"m the d.a.m.n pivot. I say "enough already, get with the program" and when the oni comes, my Elfhome Internet saves the day."
"Tinker, you just can"t do this."
"Actually, yes I can. See, I"ve learned something in the last three weeks. When the queen says "you"re dropping everything and flying to Aum Renau," you go. And when the queen says "you"re staying at Aum Renau," you stay. And when the head of household says "we"re all moving to Pittsburgh," you move. And when the clan head says "I need all the rooms in this enclave, please find other lodgings," you do. Well, I"m Tinker domi domi! I can make a computing and research center."
"Where is your husband?"
"Oh G.o.ds, don"t say that." Tinker fled her, ducking into the commandeered tent of Wind Clan blue.
Lain followed close behind, despite the deep ruts churned up by the heavy equipment. "Don"t say what?"
"Husband." Tinker peeked into the wicker lunch boxes sent from the enclaves until she found some mauzouan mauzouan. "You want something to eat?"
"No, thank you."
Tinker scowled at Pony until he got himself some food. "A male gives you a bowl and suddenly you"re married? Please. Okay, the s.e.x is fantastic, but is that any basis for a relationship?"
"Of course not." Lain sat down in one of the folding chairs purloined out of the gossamer. "But I can"t imagine Windwolf committing himself to marriage solely for s.e.x."
"He says he loves me." Tinker settled herself at the teak table, also from the airship. "I don"t know why."
"Tinker!"
"I mean...he didn"t know me. I still barely know him. We spent the twenty-four hours of Shutdown together. I saw him once the next morning-oh, wait, make that twice-and then he proposed to me. Elves don"t fall in love that fast-do they?"
"I suppose it could be a case of transference."
"Mmm?" She mumbled around a hot mauzouan mauzouan.
"It"s not uncommon for patients to fall in love with their doctor."
"You st.i.tched him up."
"Yes, but you moved houses and fought monsters to keep him alive."
"Is this supposed to make me feel better?"
"Tinker, we can"t know other people"s hearts. Humans fall in love at first sight, and only time tells if that love is true. There is no reason that elves can"t do the same. Certainly while Shutdown was only twenty-four hours, they were quite intense ones."
"Yeah, I suppose," Tinker murmured, remembering what Windwolf had said to her. "Certainly the hours that I lay helpless on Earth were the longest I"ve ever lived."
"If nothing else," Lain continued, "you showed the depth of your intelligence and grit."
"Grit?" She popped another mauzouan mauzouan into her mouth. "What does sand have to do with it?" into her mouth. "What does sand have to do with it?"
"It"s a way of saying your strength of character; your courage under fire."
Tinker snorted at that. "Lain, how do you know when you"re in love? How do you recognize it?"
"Sometimes you don"t. Sometimes you mistake l.u.s.t as love. And sometimes you only know after you"ve thrown love away."
Trust Lain to say anything but words of comfort. Tinker dropped her head on the table and considered banging it a couple of times. "Argh," she groaned into the wood.
"Give it time," Lain said.
"If someone says that one more time, I think I"ll scream."
She hated this feeling of being out of control. Last night, they had sat up waiting for Startup. Elves had little need for wrist.w.a.tches, so it was without warning that Pittsburgh had flashed into existence, a dark sprawl of buildings washed in moonlight. From the enclaves up and down the street had come shouts of approval, as the elves cheered the return like a magician"s trick. And in that moment, Tinker had realized that she would probably never see Earth again; elves stayed on Elfhome during Shutdown.
Like a cascade, realizations spilled down on her. She wasn"t going back to her loft-Windwolf and Pony wouldn"t fit, let alone the rest of the household. There was no reason for the viceroy"s wife to work. Leaving Pittsburgh now wasn"t just a matter of convincing Oilcan to come with her, but also leaving Windwolf and Pony behind.
It wasn"t that Windwolf had taken away all all her choices, but the ones left were dubious. Insist on living alone? Continue to spend inventing time on the sc.r.a.p yard when Windwolf had money to burn? Betray the elves who loved her to leave everyone and everything she knew? her choices, but the ones left were dubious. Insist on living alone? Continue to spend inventing time on the sc.r.a.p yard when Windwolf had money to burn? Betray the elves who loved her to leave everyone and everything she knew?
Desperate to s.n.a.t.c.h control of her life back-and yet not totally wreck everyone"s lives with stupid decisions-she came up with the computing center. So maybe she went a little overboard.
Tinker sighed. "Let"s get it over with. Give me my lecture."
"I don"t know what to say," Lain stated, getting up. "And I"m not sure it"s my place to say anything. I suggest you go talk to Windwolf."
"Run to my husband and get permission for what to do with my life?"
"No, go discuss with the viceroy what future the two of you are going to build for your people."
"Ouch," Tinker said.
"I never said being an adult is easy." Lain squeezed Tinker"s shoulder. "But I have faith in you. And I"m fairly sure Windwolf does too."
After Lain left, Tinker glumly finished her lunch. She had no idea how Windwolf might take this scheme of hers. Would he think she overstepped her bounds, as Lain obviously did? Or would he be pleased at her initiative? Oilcan had gifted her with her datapad the evening before and she"d spent the night communing with it, laying plans, and barely noticed when Windwolf left in the morning. She eyed the denuded hillside, the conscripted elves, and the commandeered equipment; wherever Windwolf was, it couldn"t be nearby.
"Pony, where is Wolf Who Rules?"
"He and Sparrow are looking for oni. The queen wished verification that the oni are not using Pittsburgh to access Elfhome."
A jolt of fear went through her. "They went out alone?"
"No, they have the sekasha sekasha, the EIA, and the rangers with them."
It sounded like a small army. She had been more wrapped up in her own plans than she realized. If the EIA were with them, then finding them would only be a matter of a phone call. Of course there was the problem that she"d apparently ticked off Maynard by misappropriating the smugglers" high-tech goods.
Then again, a small army shouldn"t be too hard to spot.
The road up to the work site was just raw dirt, already growing deep ruts. She"d have to get it properly graded and graveled before it turned into a mud slalom. There was no way they could drive the Rolls up and down it without fear of tearing out the undercarriage. She"d pulled her old Gamma out of storage early that morning and coaxed Pony into trying the hoverbike.
He"d been dubious at first, but he smiled now as she headed for the bikes. "Ah, good, we"re going flying again."
"Yeah." She swung her leg over her Delta"s saddle. "I want to find Wolf Who Rules. Do you have any idea where he might be?"
"Sparrow was to search between the Rim and the rivers." Pony pointed down the Ohio River. The Rim arced along the Ohio"s bank, clipped above the confluence of the Allegheny and the Monongahela, and then ran roughly parallel to the Mon, leaving odd slices of Pittsburgh without bridges. "Wolf Who Rules chose to search the bulk of the area, beyond Mount Washington."
Yes, Windwolf had more land to cover, but Sparrow actually had the thankless job. Between the three major rivers, the numerous smaller rivers and larger streams, Sparrow"s team would be backtracking often to navigate over water or sheer hillsides. Pittsburgh had been the city of bridges-unfortunately, most stayed on Earth.
"You up to a long ride?"
"Very much so." Pony mounted up, thumbprinted the lock, and hit the ignition b.u.t.ton of the Gamma. The bike"s lift drive rumbled to life. Pony eased down on the throttle until he was at cruise level, and retracted his parking studs. "Come, domi domi, let"s find Wolf Who Rules."
They went down the steep muddy road hacked through the forest until they hit the Rim. There, they crossed onto the abrupt start of I-279 North-six lanes heading into downtown with no traffic. There, to Pony"s delight, she opened up the throttle and soared along the wide even pavement, gaining alt.i.tude. He was a good mix of fast learner and yet still cautious.
Confident that Pony could take care of himself, she focused on finding Windwolf. The South Hills continued the Pittsburgh tradition of houses clinging to steep hillsides, narrow valleys, and winding roads. She and Pony could miss Windwolf by a hundred feet and never realize it.
Maybe I should make nice with Maynard first, she thought, and bypa.s.sed the Veterans Bridge on-ramp to head for the Fort Duquesne Bridge; that would drop her closer to the EIA castle.
Two car-lengths behind her, Pony suddenly veered off onto the steep on-ramp, followed close behind by a blue sedan. Focused on Windwolf, Tinker had missed whatever caused him to swerve onto the ramp. Had the car cut Pony off? Tinker couldn"t see how; it wasn"t that close to Pony. Strangely, Pony wasn"t watching to see what she was doing. She glanced up to check if she was cleared for pop-up onto the road, but there were signs and streetlamps in the way. A second later, she was under the sudden tangle of Route 28 crossing over 279, and the Veterans Bridge"s on-ramps and exits vaulting over it all.
That neatly, a trap was sprung. Hoverbikes surged out from around bridge supports and down off of Route 28, converging on her. Even as she did a pop-up to miss the first one, she recognized at least three of the riders. The oni.
She nailed the throttle, ducking as the pop-up threatened to smack her into the I-beams of the Route 28 overpa.s.s. Even at maximum lift, she didn"t have the clearance to make it up onto the Veterans Bridge, now two street levels above her. She shifted power into the torque spell chain, sacrificing height for speed.
She glanced in her mirrors, seeing the oni scramble to chase after her. Nyah, nyah, eat my dust. Nyah, nyah, eat my dust.
But there were more combatants than she had counted on; a red Corvette came snarling down the on-ramp from Nash Street. There had to be an ancient V8 under the hood as the Corvette matched her speed, crowding her to the left side of the road, forcing her to take the lower deck of the Fort Duquesne Bridge. The bridge closed in around them like a tunnel, and the Corvette herded her across the river, with the other bikes following. They flashed across the bridge and down into the chute of the Tenth Street Bypa.s.s that ran along the river. The surface tension of water wasn"t enough to support a bike, or she"d skip off across the river.
As they rushed toward the overpa.s.s of the Sixth Street Bridge, she popped up-slewing sideways in mid-air as she sc.r.a.ped over the railing-and landed hard on the overpa.s.s. She skidded across the road, momentum carrying her in a straight line toward the far railing. Sometimes she really hated the laws of physics. She leaned hard to redirect the lift drive to check her slide.
There were two hoverbikes coming across the bridge, the riders nearly dwarfing their machines. She had to keep moving. If she stopped, they would have her. The city was to their advantage-the short runs and sudden dead-ends would let them pen her in with sheer numbers. The long stretches gave her, on the faster bike, the advantage.
She nailed the throttle open-the torque spell shooting her forward-and threw her ma.s.s far out, nearly kissing pavement, as she muscled the bike through a sharp right turn onto Fort Duquesne Boulevard, heading back to the bridge. All three lanes of traffic were slowing for a red light, too tight for her to weave through. A single tractor-trailer truck occupied the rightmost lane. She popped up to race the trailer"s length, skipping her lift drive off its roof. She shot out over its cab, lost lift, and smacked down hard on the pavement in a bone-jarring impact. The truck horn blasted behind her, a wall of metal filling her peripheral vision.
Cursing, she flung all power into the torque. The bike leaped forward and she ran it up the gears as she whipped back over the bridge, this time on the top deck. Mid-bridge, she took the fork toward 279. She didn"t know what they"d done to Pony, but they"d gotten him away from her somehow. She had no idea what she was going to do when she caught up with them, but there was no way she was leaving Pony in their power.
She came to the snarl of on-ramps to the bridge. None actually connected the road she was on to the bridge, but she skipped over jersey barriers to catch the Route 28 on-ramp.
Veterans Bridge crossed the Allegheny in eight lanes of broad plainness, crossing first the Allegheny River and then the Strip District. At the far end it splintered into mad twistings, each exit heading in a radically different direction. She roared across the bridge, sick at the thought of reaching its end and not spotting Pony. Did they take him downtown, intending to hold him in whatever trap they had tried to maneuver her into? That didn"t make sense. Why hadn"t they caught her the same way they had caught Pony? Was it because she was domana domana?
Movement caught her eye, and she glanced into her mirrors. Oni were skipping up from the Strip District to land on the bridge behind her.
s.h.i.t. She ignored the first exit off the bridge that would have funneled her back into the city. Beyond it the roadway carved through the foot of the Hill, creating a cement canyon of pavement and bridge supports. She shot into the canyon, six hoverbikes trailing behind her, and the Corvette joining the fray from the downtown on-ramp. Straight would take her over the Liberty Bridge arching over the Monongahela River, through the tunnel to the South Hills maze and Windwolf somewhere searching for oni with a small army.
"Look what I found, sweetheart," Tinker muttered, but the Corvette was attempting to herd her that direction. No, if that was the way they wanted wanted her to go, she"d better not. her to go, she"d better not.
As the Corvette crowded close, she popped up, and then kissed off his hood before he could correct, leaning hard to angle the lift into a sideways skip. She touched down on the exit ramp for the Boulevard, the scream of brakes behind her as the Corvette tried to stop, followed by the unmistakable thud of him hitting something.
Yeah, bring a car to a hoverbike chase. Loser!
She lost speed in the jump, though, and the pack of hoverbikes closed like a pack of wargs scenting blood. She put everything into torque, and whispered sweet things to her Delta. The ramp leaped from the canyon to the clifftop Boulevard of the Allies in one mid-air arc. Dropping down to the Parkway that ran parallel to the Boulevard at the foot of the cliff would be insane; even with the lift drive at max, she"d drop like a stone and-from that height-splatter.
If she could keep ahead of them, it was only a quick run to the Rim, and the EIA border patrol. She"d get them and the cops and find Pony.