Jillian burst into laughter. Louise snorted as she tried to keep from laughing.
“What happened to my wings?” he asked.
“You made them go away after we woke you up the first time,” Louise explained.
He’d kept falling asleep as they escaped, so it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t have a clear memory.
“But. .” He turned to look out the window again. “This is Earth. There’s only pockets of magic and certainly none in Manhattan.”
“Step back!” Louise motioned him backwards again.
The babies lapped through the room. Nikola and Chuck Norris were tied. Green Jawbreaker had the lead on her sister, Red Jawbreaker.
“We really need to come up with better names for the girls,” Jillian murmured quietly.
Louise nodded. “We have generators that produce magic. We’re mass-producing them.”
“We’re going to fly into Pittsburgh next Shutdown.” Jillian glanced toward the foyer. “Was that four laps?”
Louise paused to count. “Yes.”
Jillian picked up the checkered flag and waited for the racers to return.
“I need to get to Monroeville,” Crow Boy said. “As soon as possible. Before Shutdown.”
“That’s the plan,” Jillian said.
“Why?” Louise asked.
“I need to free the nestlings.” He saw their confusion. “Nestlings are children without tattoos. They can’t fly. You saw me with them at that museum. Since the Shoji household was raided, we pushed ahead getting all our flock to Elfhome. My group of nestlings was the last. Since they can’t fly, we needed to take them across in a shipping container instead of just flying in at night. We were supposed to cross into Pittsburgh in June, but those idiots had that gunfight on Veterans Bridge with the police. Inbound traffic stopped before we managed to cross the border.”
Louise gasped. She’d never considered what his imprisonment had meant beyond him. “Oh no, they didn’t get to Pittsburgh?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t know what to do. Most of our people had gone ahead, so there was no one to call for help. There were rumors that the Veterans Bridge was damaged and that the road would be closed next Shutdown, so I took them to a safe house in Monroeville. Three days ago. .” He glanced toward the setting sun. “Maybe four — I’ve lost track of time — Shiroikage hit the house with a full squad of oni.”
Shiroikage was what he called Yves. It didn’t sound Elvish either, so Louise doubted it was Yves’ real name. It was becoming clearer and clearer why Esme hadn’t used the names she knew her stepfamily by.
Crow Boy fell silent, right hand tight in a fist, eyes closed as if in pain. “Shiroikage must have found us days earlier and planned the attack, knowing we wouldn’t move until Shutdown. They had flash bangs and nets and dart guns.” He shook his head. “The worst part of being in that cage was knowing that Shiroikage has those kids and I’m the only one that can do anything. The only one that knows. I have to get back to Monroeville and save them before the oni takes them to Elfhome and uses them.”
Louise wasn’t sure she wanted to know what “uses them” meant. The words filled her with unease. “What will Yves do to them?”
“I heard him discussing their plans after they captured me. The greater bloods suspect what we’ve been doing, so they’ve developed a new spell. Since they captured the Chosen line, Yutakajodo has been experimenting on how we exist as a flock. It’s a magical power that Providence gave to us, not the greater blood that transformed us to half-crow. Yutakajodo has discovered that”—he closed his eyes tightly in pain—“that at the moment of death, a child’s soul calls to the flock. He’s developed a spell to trace the direction. It’s not a fine-tuned spell; they’ll have to kill all the children to triangulate the position of our village. And once they do, the hundreds of children already there won’t be strong enough to flee. Their parents won’t abandon them. It will be a slaughter.”
Louise couldn’t help but remember the kindergartener Lai Yee Zhao; how gentle and kind Crow Boy had been with the little girl. The two girls in the gift shop — one was about to loan all her money to the other girl to pay for the snow globe. The children had been quiet, well-behaved, and graceful.
It had been horrible to know that the oni planned to kill Windwolf, but he was never within touching distance of the twins. To have heard the children’s excited conversation, to brush against them in the crowded gift shop, to step into the place they stood and buy the toy that they treasured. To have them be that real, and then to know that each and every one of them was about to be killed. .
The babies came flying in from the foyer, and Jillian waved them over the finish line. It required a photo finish. Nikola won by the literal nose, having leaned far out over the front of his hovercart. Chuck Norris was a sore loser and launched herself at her brother, squeaking furiously.
“No fighting!” Louise plucked up Chuck Norris. So small. So fragile. It seemed unthinkable to risk the babies — but with the lives of other children in the balance, what real choice did they have? “We don’t have time for this. We need to change the plan.”
“We do?” Jillian and the babies all cried.
“Yes, we need to find the tengu children and figure out how to save them.”
The babies surprised her by all cheering. “It will be like The Great Escape!” they cried in chorus and then started to whistle the theme song.
Jillian sighed at the babies, who obviously didn’t understand the danger. “Are you sure they didn’t take the kids across the last Shutdown?”
“Shiroikage tried to take all of us across the border, but the EIA had realized that they had been infiltrated and weeded out all the oni in its ranks. What with the gunfight delaying shipments from the Shutdown before and the change in the guard, Shiroikage had acted too late. He thought he could use his influence to jump the queue, and luckily he couldn’t.
“So they’re in Monroeville, at least until the queue starts to form at the border.”
“We’ve got a week then,” Jillian said.
Louise pointed firmly at Crow Boy. “But you have to listen to us. You might be bigger than us and stronger, but we’re a whole lot smarter than you. We’re not going to risk everything if you’re going to charge in without even asking us what we think.”
Crow Boy glanced about the suite, nodding slowly. “Yes, I see that you’re resourceful. And there was the explosion that saved us in the kitchen. And you got us to the hospital. And back out of the hospital. And yes, perhaps I leapt to battle too quickly. .” He fell silent a moment and then came to carefully lower himself into a kneeling position. “Thank you for all you have done. You could have left me in the cage and fared well without me. To be truthful, I would be hard-pressed to get myself to Monroeville with little more than the clothes you’ve provided. There is no one I can trust in this, except you. I need your help to save my people. I will do anything you ask, just please, help me rescue them.”
“We’ll help.” Louise picked up her new phone and snapped a picture of him. “The Pennsylvanian runs once a day. It leaves New York around eleven in the morning. We have to have IDs and a battle plan by then.”
40: Team Mischief
This can’t possibly work, Louise thought.
“Do you see them?” Jillian was hopping up and down as she tried to peer through the crowds. The new Penn Station might be an airy, light-filled building, but it still contained thousands of people, all intent on their own journies. All of them taller than the twins.
“Are you sure about this?” Crow Boy murmured.
No, Louise thought. It was a patented crazy plan. There was a full-out manhunt for the mysterious trio of children who had disappeared from Morgan Stanley Children’s Hospital. Taking the train was full of hurdles, but so was every other way of getting to Monroeville.