Bastet crossed her arms and pouted. “I told him there were two foreigners in the city and he had to help them get the seireiken with the Espani’s soul in it. I told him the name, Aker El Deeb. I even told him what they looked like. A short man with a gun and a tall woman with a knife wearing a mask.”
Taziri looked over at Kenan with his revolver, and at Shifrah with her eye patch and a lone stiletto in her belt. The captain started to laugh.
“I’m not that short,” Kenan muttered.
“Not as short as the man we’re talking about.” Taziri smiled. “But you’ve got the sword, and that’s what matters right now. I’ve got a little science experiment set up back here. We’re all ready to set Don Lorenzo’s soul free. Or as ready as we’re going to be under the circumstances.”
Kenan made a sour face. “You too? With the souls and the ghosts?”
“It’s all real, Kenan,” Taziri said. “Just accept it and move on.”
“Moving on is a good idea. Once we’re out of the city, you can do all the science experiments that you want.”
Taziri shook her head as she walked back toward the Halcyon. “We’re not going anywhere until Qhora and the others get back. And besides, this big bird is out of petrol. The only way out of here is by hitching a ride with another locomotive.”
Kenan glared at her. “I’m sensing a running theme with your career in transportation. Crash this, cripple that. Can’t you keep anything working?”
Taziri stopped and turned to face him, finding him a hair shorter than herself. She said quietly, “The Halcyon III works just fine, thanks. I had no idea we were going to fly as far as Alexandria, but we had to chase a certain murderer out of Carthage. Maybe if a certain detective had been more interested in catching killers than helping them escape, none of us would be here right now.”
Kenan looked away. “Yeah, well, we all have our problems.”
“Look alive, people, we have a visitor.” Shifrah pointed back at the platform.
Taziri turned and saw a young man trotting toward them. He wore green and he appeared to be unarmed, but the two taller gentlemen jogging behind him both had single-shot pistols and long knives in their hands. She leveled her revolver at them. “Is that who I think it is?”
“Aker El Deeb.” Kenan nodded. “Watch yourself. He has anger issues.”
“I want my sword!” the man in green yelled.
Shifrah held up the sheathed blade and called out, “This sword?”
“Careful,” Kenan muttered. “He’s got friends.”
“Only two,” Taziri said.
“No.” Kenan pointed at the station platform. “More than two.”
Taziri watched as a small battle of at least three dozen men raged into view and began creeping closer to the rail yard. The men were yelling and punching and wrestling and grappling. Fists were flying, knives flashed in the sun, and the occasional tooth or spatter of blood flew through the air. A frightened crowd of gawkers had formed a ring around the violence, all of them pressing back a good distance from the fray, all of them pale and wide-eyed, but none of them trying to flee.
“My sword! Now!” Aker pointed at Shifrah. Both of his Shona associates aimed and fired. One bullet twanged off a freight car by the woman’s head, but the other struck her square in the shoulder and she dropped the seireiken as she stumbled back into Kenan.
The detective caught her as she fell and quickly helped her back around the freight car and out of the line of fire. Taziri fired two shots back at the men, missing both by wide margins, and then she too dove out of sight behind the freight cars.
Bastet hovered at the corner, peeking out. “He got the sword…and now he’s leaving!”
Kenan looked at Taziri. “You didn’t pick up the sword?”
“I was a little busy covering you!”
“I’ll get him!” Bastet grinned as she hopped out into the open.
“No, get back here!” Taziri reached for the girl, but she was already too far away.
Bastet yanked the curved bronze sword off her shoulder and swung it around in a lazy arc through the air, and then swung it down sharply into the gravel at her feet. A tiny shockwave raced through the earth, but from behind the freight car Taziri could only listen to the small rocks pelting the men and the men roaring obscenities back. Bastet scampered back to the others and said, “Okay, that made them really mad. And bloody. They’re coming back here. Should I get the cats back here?”
Taziri shook her head at her as Kenan leaned Shifrah against the wheel of the freight car. The woman was clutching her shoulder, her eye half-lidded, her lip trembling.
Taziri guessed the bullet had shattered the one-eyed woman’s collarbone, or something equally important and painful. The detective moved in front of his companion, raised his revolver, and whispered, “We open fire the moment they step into view.”
Taziri frowned. “I’m really not keen on a gunfight at point blank range. Get her into the Halcyon.” She pointed at Shifrah. “Those gunmen out there are carrying single-shot irons, so they are out of bullets for the moment. Let me deal with this.”
Kenan didn’t hesitate or argue. He scooped up Shifrah and jogged her back to the Halcyon ’s hatch, and began heaving her up into the cabin.
Bastet grabbed the pilot’s sleeve. “What are you going to do? I don’t want you to die.”
Taziri smiled. “That makes two of us. Come on. Time for a little science.” They dashed back to the Halcyon just as they heard the crunch of gravel rounding the end of the freight car. Taziri yanked on her heavy leather gloves and pulled her flight goggles down over her eyes. Then she grabbed her hose and nozzle and waved the girl up into the cockpit. “Just like I showed you. Engine on, throttle to one quarter. Go!”
Bastet leapt through the hatch as the man named Aker yelled out, “Looks like all your friends left you here alone to die!” He stepped into the narrow corridor between the long shining locomotive and the dirty old freight cars. His two associates hung behind him, blocking the path back into the rail yard. Aker drew out the seireiken, the blade rippling with fiery colors, bathing the sides of the cars in an angry orange light.
So that’s what we came all this way for. Impressive.
“I hope not.” Taziri glanced at the little revolver poking out of her arm brace, briefly wondered if she could handle both the hose and the gun at the same time, and decided that she probably couldn’t. “I don’t want to hurt you or anyone else!” She paused as the Halcyon ’s engine rumbled to life and the propeller began to roar inside the makeshift cowl. The hose flexed and shuddered in her hands and she felt the air blowing out the nozzle. “Well, that’s not true. You killed my friend. I want to hurt you a lot, actually. But I’ll settle for the sword. Put it down and walk away and no one gets hurt.” She glanced back at the open hatch behind her where she could just barely see the one-eyed woman’s slumped head. “No one else gets hurt.”
Aker swung his burning sword in quick vicious circles and demonstrated a short lunge. “I’ve killed women before. But I don’t think I’ve ever killed an engineer. I’m interested to see what I’ll be able to do after I’ve added your soul to my collection. Maybe I’ll be able to drive my own train.” He settled into a fencer’s stance. “I’ll try to make this quick and painless, but if you start fighting back, well, I can’t make any promises.”
Taziri placed her finger over the switch that would connect the current to the electrode on the nozzle, and she picked up the loose wire from the ground. “Bastet! Half throttle!”
The engine growl rose to a low droning and the hose jerked in her hands. She clutched it tightly, praying that the horse gut would hold together just a little longer. The tips of her fingers could feel the blast of air coming through the nozzle.
Now or never.
Taziri hurled the loose wire at the bright sword and she flipped her switch closed. A sharp sizzling hiss erupted from the electrode as a tiny snapping arc of energy appeared in the center of the air jet. The tiny bolt of lightning twisted and writhed along the wire, which had fallen across the seireiken and promptly melted onto it.