I didn't know what it was, but Edward went very still. He knew what it was, and he didn't like it. Not a good sign.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Mickey said.
"Mickey," Simon said, and he said 'Mickey' the way that Edward could say 'Olaf' and get perfect obedience. There was no more comment from the backup players. Simon looked at Deuce. "Do it."
Deuce slipped the headphones on, hit a switch and some knobs on the box, and a light went on on the box. He got a distracted inward look on his face as if he were listening to things we couldn't hear. He started at Edward's hat and worked down, hesitated over the chest area, then continued the sweep. He knelt on the ground beside Edward and waved the wand up the backside of Edward. He was careful to stay out of the line of fire of all three guns. His own gun was on a sling that he pushed far behind his back, keeping it out of the way with a well-placed elbow as he moved.
He stood, slipped the headphones off, and unplugged them from the box. "Listen to this." He waved the wand over Edward's chest. It beeped frantically.
"Take off the shirt," Simon said.
Edward didn't argue, He unbuttoned the shirt and handed it to Deuce, who waved the wand over it. The thing stayed silent.
Deuce waved the wand over Edward's chest again, and the wand beeped. He ran the wand over the shirt in his hand, no noise. Deuce shook his head.
"The undershirt," Simon said.
Edward had to take his hat off. He handed it to me, then lifted the undershirt over his head. The Kevlar looked very artificial and white. He handed the undershirt to Deuce, and we went through the same routine again.
"Take the vest off," Simon said.
"Tell me one thing first," Edward asked. "Are the kids all right?"
"Why the fuck do you care about some bitch's kids?"
Edward just looked at him, but there was something in that look that made Simon take a step back. He noticed what he'd done and took the step back, pointing the gun very solidly at Edward's chest. "Take off the damn vest."
"It's too hot for body armor anyway," Edward said. It seemed an odd thing to say for Edward man of few words, but you had to know Edward to know it was odd. I had the feeling that Edward had just put the word out for zero survivors. He undid the Velcro, slipped it over his head and handed it to Deuce.
Edward stood there naked from the waist up. He looked fragile beside the musclebound Mickey or the very tall Simon, but they saw in him what I saw in him because unarmed and half-naked they were still scared of him. It was there in the way Simon reacted to him. The way the others, except Deuce, kept their distance. Deuce didn't seem to be working on the same instincts as the rest, though he never once crossed the fire line. He made Edward stretch out his hand, or he knelt under the direct line of fire. None of them were careless. It wasn't a good sign.
He ran the wand over the vest. When the wand beeped, he handed it to Simon. Then he ran the wand over Edward's bare chest. Silence. Good, because I think Simon would have said, "Skin," in the same voice he'd said, shirt, undershirt, vest. Just because Edward made him nervous didn't mean he wasn't scary all of his own.
"In the body armor, that's good," Simon said. "Most people, even if they have you strip, don't check the armor."
Edward just looked at him.
"Her next."
Deuce duck-walked in front of us. Just in case someone started shooting, he was safe. No one shot anyone. Of course the night was young. He stood on the other side of me. He didn't bother to put the earphones back on, just ran the wand over me. It beeped. "Hand the hat back to him, please."
Please — refreshing after hearing myself called bitch about a dozen times. "My pleasure," I said and handed Edward's hat back to him.
Deuce had looked up when I spoke, as if he wasn't used to politeness in others either. The wand ran over me, and it beeped at chest level.
"Take the shirt off, bitch," Simon said.
I untucked the shirt and started unbuttoning it. "My name's Anita, not bitch."
"Like I give a fuck," he said.
Fine, I'd tried being nice. I handed the shirt to Deuce and his magic wand.
It beeped, but when he ran it back over me, nothing. He laid the box gently on the ground, the wand on top of it, and started looking at the shirt. In less than a minute he'd found a small wire with a slightly thicker head sewn into the collar of the shirt. "Looks like a transmitter, maybe a homing beacon."
Simon tossed the vest to Deuce. "Cut it open, find out what's inside."
Deuce pulled a gravity knife from his back pocket, did one of those quick wrist movements that spilled the blade open. He went over the vest with his hands first, eyes closed, then he started cutting. It was a longer wire, with a little box attached. "It's a receiver. Someone out there is hearing everything we say."
"Destroy the homer."
Deuce crushed mine under his heel. When it was a little metallic and plastic slimy place on the porch, he smiled up at us as if he'd done a good thing. Deuce was a few bricks shy of a load. Funny how many people that Edward introduced me to were.
"Who's out there, Undertaker?" Simon asked.
Edward had put his hat back on. It looked funny with the shirt gone, but he seemed perfectly at ease. If he was nervous, you couldn't tell it.
"I am going to ask you this, one more time nice, then it won't be so nice." He seemed to square his shoulders as if he were the one about to take a beating. "Who was on the other end of this wire? Who's out there?"
Edward shook his head.
Simon nodded.
Rooster hit him in the back, and it must have been hard because it drove him to his knees. Something on the butt of the gun broke the skin in two small cuts. He stayed on all fours for a few seconds as if it had stunned him, then he got up, on his feet and faced Simon.
"Answer the question, Undertaker."
Edward shook his head, again. He was ready for the next blow. It staggered him, but he didn't go down. There was a third small cut. The cuts weren't anything, but they showed how much force was being used. He was going to be bruised all to hell come morning.
"Maybe she knows," Mickey said.
"I don't know who they are," I said, and the lie fell smoothly off my tongue. "Edward said we needed backup. He found some."
"You'd come into a situation like this with unknown people at your back? You don't seem that stupid," Simon said.
"Edward vouched for them," I said.
"And you trust him?"
I nodded.
"You trust him with your life?"
"Yes," I said.
Simon looked at me, then back to Edward. "She your squeeze?"
Edward blinked, and I knew that was him trying to buy time to think what answer would be the least painful. "No."
"I'm not sure I believe you, either of you, but if we start beating up the bitch, and she gets too hurt to do the spell, Riker'd be pissed."
"Why don't you have Undertaker ask the backup to come in?" Deuce said.
Everyone Sort of froze, then looked at him, Simon said, "What did you say?"
"If they can hear us, why not have him ask them to come up, hands up, that sort of thing."
Simon nodded, then turned hack to Edward. "Tell them to come up to the house. Hands where we can see them."
"They won't come," Edward said.
"They'll come or we'll blow your fucking head off." Simon put the short-butted gun to his shoulder, and put the barrel against Edward's forehead. "Ask them to come into the house. Hands up. Throw their guns down."