“No!” Rachel said angrily. “I’m not letting some Light mage chase us away. This is ours.”
“Can’t get what he knows if he’s dead,” Cinder pointed out.
“We don’t need him. We can make it work.” Rachel stared past Cinder. “All we need is enough time.”
My skin crawled. I didn’t know if it was coincidence, but Rachel was staring right at me. At some level I knew that in these shadows and with my mist cloak, I’d look like nothing but a patch of wall. But still …
Even through the darkness, we were close enough that I could see the dark smudge of the mask covering the top half of Rachel’s face. “Which?” Cinder said.
“The enchantress,” Rachel said, as if talking to herself. “Blind him … Yes. But only if …” She looked suddenly away from me back to Cinder. “Let’s go.”
Cinder gave a grunt and fished in his pocket for a key. There was a tiny flicker of light as he inserted and turned it with a click. The door swung open and Rachel marched in. “What about Verus?” Cinder said just as he swung the door shut behind them. It closed with a clang and I couldn’t hear anything more.
I’ve never felt so relieved and yet so frustrated. I was glad to have a solid wall between me and those two-but just one more sentence and I’d have known what they were planning. I thought about getting closer to eavesdrop and actually seriously considered it for a few seconds, which should tell you how badly I wanted to hear it.
But common sense won. I slipped away into the shadows.
Five minutes later, I was two streets over and out of danger. My mist cloak was tucked back in my bag where it could be drawn out quickly if needed. I’d picked a place by a crossroads, hidden in the shadows of a doorway where I had clear lines of sight down two streets. The only light came from the phone in my hand.
On the small screen was a short message addressed to Belthas containing Cinder and Rachel’s location. My thumb hovered over the Send button, then moved away. I kept staring at the message until the screen went dark.
All I had to do was press the button and I’d be done. Belthas would take over and deal with Cinder and Rachel. I wouldn’t even have to get involved; I could back off and watch the fireworks.
So why was I hesitating?
The last time I’d gotten involved with Cinder and Rachel, they’d alternated between trying to recruit me and trying to kill me, as well as taking the odd shot at Luna. They’d been working with a third mage, Khazad, who would have killed me if I hadn’t been quicker to do unto others. It wasn’t as though we had fond memories.
And yet I probably couldn’t have gotten out alive without them. It hadn’t been due to any warm feelings on Rachel or Cinder’s part, but by the end we’d at least gotten to the stage of talking to each other rather than shooting on sight. And I’d definitely saved their collective butts at least once, on condition that they’d owe me a favour.
Of course, Cinder’s assassination attempt had pretty much put paid to that. But still I hesitated. Was I being sentimental because of our history? Stupid. Rachel would kill me without a second thought …
I saw Meredith coming a long way off. Once she’d reached visual range I stepped out of the shadows, letting her see me. “What happened?” Meredith said once she was close enough.
I looked at Meredith and shook my head. I tapped the screen of my phone and heard the quiet delivery sound. “I found them.”
Meredith’s eyes went wide. “Did they-”
“No.”
“Are you going to-”
“Already called him.”
Meredith looked around, then wrapped her coat tighter around her and stepped into the doorway. We waited in silence.
Belthas didn’t waste time. In less than half an hour I heard the growl of engines and looked up to see headlights at the end of the street. As they grew brighter I saw that they belonged to a van, black and unmarked, with two more following behind. The vans pulled in by the side of the road and the engines died. In the silence I heard the slam of doors.
A man walked towards me. I stayed leaning against the corner and didn’t raise my head. The footsteps stopped a few feet away. “Verus,” a familiar voice said.
I lifted my eyes. “Garrick.”
Garrick was wearing the same body armour I’d seem him in three nights ago, along with enough guns to star in a production of The Matrix. Behind him a steady stream of armed men piled out of the vans. “So I guess this answers the question of who you’re working for,” I said.
“For now.” Garrick holstered the same compact-looking assault rifle I’d seen him carry before. “What’s the layout?”
“Warehouse, single storey. Two access routes, through the industrial park at the front or a back entrance. Internal map’s here.” I handed Garrick a paper I’d sketched while waiting. “No outside defences, didn’t get a look at the interior.”
“It’s a start. Still want to take point?”
“I think I’ll leave this one to you guys.”
“And here I thought you had something to prove.”
I just shrugged. When he saw he wasn’t going to get a rise out of me, Garrick moved away.
Belthas had disembarked from the end of the convoy and was speaking to Meredith. I walked over and Belthas turned to face me. “Ah, Verus. Well done.”
“Don’t break out the champagne yet,” I said. “They were in the warehouse half an hour ago. Can’t guarantee they’re still there.”
“Nevertheless, your speed is impressive.” Belthas looked like a ghost in the darkness, thin and pale. “Let’s make sure it’s not wasted.”
Meredith was watching the men. I followed her gaze to see that Garrick had grouped them into a loose circle and was issuing orders. They had a dangerous look, more so than usual for Council security, but they weren’t carrying any magic. “No other mages?”
Belthas raised an eyebrow. “Are you volunteering?”
“I’m not a battle-mage.”
“Yes, you mentioned.” Belthas smiled slightly. “If you’ll excuse me.” He walked towards Garrick and the men, who fell silent at his approach. He issued some quick orders and the men began to take out submachine guns, checking the weapons and loading ammunition. They’d stopped talking and the only sound was the clack of metal. There was a feeling of tension in the air.
I looked at Meredith. “I’m guessing you don’t want to join in.”
Meredith shook her head. “Is there somewhere safe?”
“Come with me.”
The industrial park was big and-in theory-locked up. But between the two of us, it didn’t take long to find a building with a good view and get inside.
By the time we reached the top floor, Belthas’s men were moving into position. The building we were occupying overlooked the south and east sides of Cinder and Deleo’s warehouse, and beneath us I could see dark shapes slipping from shadow to shadow, moving to encircle the warehouse. Although the building we were in was sealed, it wasn’t heated and I shivered as I stood by the window and looked down into the darkness. In less than five minutes Rachel and Cinder were about to get one hell of a nasty surprise, and for once I wasn’t going to be on the receiving end. It was an odd feeling.
I took out a small black headset, examined it briefly, then clicked a switch. A red light flashed and there was a brief hiss of static, quickly damped. Meredith looked at me in surprise. “Did Belthas give you a radio?”
“Not exactly.” I clicked through the channels until I found the right one, typed a three-digit code, then settled down to wait.
A voice spoke through the radio link. “North entrance in sight.”
Garrick’s voice answered. “Hold position. Wait for the scan.”
A hiss, silence, then Garrick again. “External clear. Move to breach.”
“Moving.”
“Look,” Meredith said quietly, pointing. I followed her finger and saw shadows closing on the warehouse, converging on the doors.