"Hey! Hey!" the man cried in English. "Do you have any idea how expensive that is? You can't just smash in here and break my stuff. I have rights."
"You had rights. They've been revoked." Wolf returned to the balcony and knocked the camera from its tripod. The wallpaper showed a somersault of confusion as the camera flipped end over end. When it struck pavement, it shattered into small unrecognizable pieces, and the wallpaper flickered back to the previously recorded loop of Tinker sitting in the garden.
"Evacuate the area," Wolf ordered in low Elvish. "I'm razing these buildings."
Apparently the man understood Elvish, because he yelped out, "What? You can't do that! I've called the police! You can't do this! This is Pittsburgh! I have rights!"
As if summoned by his words, a commotion downstairs announced the arrival of the Pittsburgh Police.
"Police, freeze." A male voice barked in English. "Put down the weapons."
Wolf felt the sekasha downstairs activate their shields, blooms of magic against his awareness. Bladebite was saying something low and fast in High Elvish.
" Naekanain," Someone cried in badly accented Elvish- I do not understand - while the first speaker repeated in English, "Put down the weapons!"
Wolf cursed. Apparently the police officers didn't speak Elvish and his sekasha didn't speak English. Wolf called the winds and wrapped them about him before going to the top of the stairs.
There were two dark blue uniformed policemen crouched in the front door, keeping pistols leveled at the sekasha who had their ejae drawn. The officers looked human but with oni, appearances could be deceiving. Both were tall enough to be oni warriors. The disguised warriors favored red hair while one policeman was pale blonde and the other dark brown. The blonde motioned with his left hand, as if trying to keep both his partner and the elves from acting.
"" Naekanain," The blonde repeated, and then added. " Pavuyau Ruve. Czernowski, just chill. They're the viceroy's personal guard."
"I know who the fuck they are, Bowman."
"If you know that," Wolf said, "Then you know that they have a right to go where I want them to go, and do what I want them to do."
Bowman flicked a look up at him and then returned his focus on the sekasha. "Viceroy, have them put down their weapons."
"They will only when you do," Wolf said. "If you have not forgotten, we are at war."
"But not with us," Bowman growled.
Czernowski scoffed, and it saddened Wolf that he was closer to the mark.
"The oni have been living in Pittsburgh as disguised humans for years," Wolf said. "Until we're sure you're not oni, we must treat you as if you were. Lower your weapons."
Bowman considered the request for a minute, eyeing the sekasha as if he was considering how likely it was that he and his partner could overwhelm Wolf's guard. Wolf wasn't sure if Bowman's hesitation was born from over estimating his own abilities, or total ignorance of the sekasha's.
Finally, Bowman made a show of cautiously holstering his pistol. "Come on, Czernowski. Put it away."
The other policeman seemed familiar, although Wolf wasn't sure how; he rarely interacted with the Pittsburgh Police. Wolf studied the two men. Unlike elves, where one could normally guess a person's clan, humans needed badges and patches to tell themselves apart. The officers' dark blue uniforms had shoulder patches and gold badges identifying them as Pittsburgh Police. Bowman's brass nameplate read: B. Pedersen. Czernowski's nameplate was unhelpful, giving only a first initial of "N."
"I know you," Wolf said to Czernowski.
"I would hope so," The officer said. "You took the woman that was going to be my wife away from me. You ripped her right out of her species. You might think you've won, but I'm getting her back."
Wolf recognized him then-this was Tinker's Nathan, who bristled at him when Wolf collected his domi from the Faire. The uniform had thrown Wolf; he hadn't realized the man was a police officer. At the Faire, Czernowski had acted like a dog guarding a bone. Even though Tinker had stated over and over again that she was leaving with Wolf, Czernowski had clung to her, refusing to let her leave.
"Tinker is not a thing to be stolen away," Wolf told the man. "I did not take her. She chose me, not you. She is my domi now."
"I've seen the video tape," Nathan indicated the open box of DVDs. "I know what she is, but I don't care. I still love her, and I'm going to get her back."
"Who gives a fuck?" The thrice damned photographer shouted behind Wolf. "It doesn't give these pointed ear royalist freaks the right to break down my door and trash my stuff. I'm a tax paying American! They can't-"
There was a loud thud as he was slammed up against his broken wall to silence him.
"Sir, can you step aside?" Bowman started cautiously upstairs before Wolf answered.
Wolf stepped back to make way for the two policemen.
The policemen took in the open window, the recording of Tinker in the garden, the smashed down door, the broken wallpaper now stained with blood, and the broken-nosed paparazzi in Dark Harvest's hold.