Halcyon The Complete Trilogy (11 page)

“Don’t forget the captain of the
Crake
. You put a bullet in her, too.”

“I’m not forgetting.” Chaou shook her head sharply. “Just not counting. If it hadn’t been for that stupid girl trying to be a hero, no one would have been hurt and the
Crake
would still be in one piece. And I wouldn’t have had to spend half the night walking through the woods.”

Syfax scowled. “Seriously? You’re blaming the pilot girl?”

“Please, major. Let’s not get caught up in details. Besides, that’s all in the past now. And as long as you’re pointing a gun at me, I’d like to talk to you about the future. Your future and the future of Marrakesh.” The ambassador leaned back against a crate, but quickly pushed away from it with a frown. “Dirt everywhere, you know. Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve heard your name quite a few times while staying with Lady Damya in Tingis. Everyone seems very impressed with you. So many arrests. But an unusual number of kills. Frankly, the brass seem a little concerned about what would happen if they promote you, but even more concerned about what would happen if they leave you on the street. Does that sound right?”

 “It sounds like you really like to hear yourself talk, lady. Now turn around and put your hands at the small of your back, slowly.” He fished around in his pockets for a set of cuffs.

“I’d rather not.” Chaou didn’t move. “Does it seem right to you that your career has stalled because you are, essentially, too good at your job?”

“I don’t question my superiors. They do their job, I do mine. Quick question for you. Who or what is a
shifrah
? I couldn’t help overhearing you a minute ago.”

Chaou shook her head. “I don’t recognize the word. You must have misheard.”

“Sure I did. Turn around or I might shoot you. Accidentally, of course.” He thumbed the hammer back.

The ambassador gazed steadily up at him. “There is a problem with this country. We have the most powerful machines in the world, nearly limitless natural resources, and the most talented work force in history, and yet we bow to Darius in Persia and curry the favor of the Songhai lords. We go to endless lengths to placate the Bafours, the Kanemi, the Kel Ahaggar, Rome, Carthage, and even the slobbering Silver Prince in España. We pay them, we feed them, and we even arm them. Why?”

“I don’t follow international politics. I’m more of a boxing fan.” Syfax rested his finger gently on the trigger.
Is she actually trying to talk her way out of this? Or is she just stalling, hoping one of her little friends comes back?
“And right now, I’m more concerned with local affairs. Speaking of which, where is your gun?”

“I gave it to one of my friends, someone who can make better use of it than I can. I’m not very comfortable with firearms.”

“Heh. Me neither.” Syfax grinned as he roughly searched the ambassador’s pockets, her belt, her boots, even her hair. “So you really did handoff your gun? Well, I’ll just add weapons trafficking to the list of charges.” He holstered his gun, pulled a set of handcuffs free of his pocket, and closed one of the rings around the woman’s wrist.

Chaou smiled thinly. “Regarding your career, major, I’ll come to the point. I’m prepared to offer you a colonel’s bars on that uniform of yours, a substantial increase in salary, and a position on the Marshal General’s personal staff.”

Syfax grinned in spite of himself. “That is, without question, the single best bribe I have ever been offered. The last scumbag was only willing to spread her legs for me. But I don’t think an ambassador can give me a promotion.”

“No, but the Marshal General can, and I can assure you that she’ll be prepared to deliver whatever I promise.” Chaou tilted her head to one side, bird-like. “Does the offer interest you?”

“I’m still waiting to hear what all this generosity will cost me.” Syfax held the open cuff in his fist, wondering if it made more sense to cuff her hands together or to cuff her to himself.

“Well, it involves you walking out of this place, alive and well, and leaving me and my associates to conduct our business in peace. And of course, I may expect some small favors from you, in your official capacity, from time to time. Naturally.”

“Naturally.” Syfax listened for any sign of a returning associate. They seemed to be alone. “But you recently shot one of your buddies in the back of the head, so I’m not really enthusiastic about being your friend right now.”
She’s really doing this. She’s really trying to recruit me
.
Idiot.

“A fair criticism.” Chaou nodded slowly. “But in my defense, you scared me back at the tomb, and frankly I’m not one for unexpected situations. It’s against my nature. I prefer plans, and alternate plans, and backup plans, and contingency plans. Improvisation is not my strong suit. Successful negotiations with foreign governments are not about tact or grace, they are about planning. Anticipating. Preparing. Which is my way of saying that it is highly unlikely that I would ever shoot you in the back of the head. Although admittedly, not impossible.”

“Well, that much I can believe.”

“You see, major, I’m not in the business of making enemies. I much prefer making allies. We have enough enemies already.”

“If you say so.” He was getting tired of standing around.
Cuff her hands together. Definitely. If her friends do show up, I don’t need the dead weight on my arm.
Syfax twisted the cuff around, trying to line it up with her free wrist but there was a kink in the little chain.

“Major? Major Zidane!” The shout echoed from the far end of the warehouse.

Syfax froze.
Who the hell could that be?

The ambassador raised an eyebrow. “It seems someone is looking for you.”

“It does sound that way.” He flicked the open cuff back and forth in his free hand as he tried to identify the stranger. The yelling voice was closer now, louder and clearer. It was a woman’s voice.

“I can only hope my friends don’t come back to see who is yelling. It poses a dilemma for both of us. A bloody shoot-out would be in no one’s best interests. But if you agree to my terms, everyone walks away in one piece,” Chaou said. “But I’m worried that I can’t really trust you right now, major.”

“Then we’ll just have to risk a little bloodbath.” Syfax dropped the open cuff and reached for his revolver.

The ambassador snaked her hand away and the marshal felt a tiny stinging sensation in his fingertips.
A blade? A razor between her fingers?
Syfax glanced down but didn’t see any cuts or blood on his hand.

Chaou smiled. “Something the matter, major?”

Syfax shook his hand to throw off the strange tingling under his skin and then he reached for the ambassador again. The older woman smiled and held out her own hand as though to shake his. Frowning, Syfax closed his fingers tightly around Chaou’s outstretched hand.

Pain blossomed through Syfax’s arm and shoulder and neck. Every nerve buzzed and burned and the major tasted copper and oil in his empty mouth. Tiny lights danced across his vision, orange and green and purple. He yanked his hand back and lashed out with his other fist to knock the ambassador’s arm away. Syfax succeeded in hitting the older woman’s forearm as he collapsed to his side, clutching his arm and grinding his teeth, trying to blink his eyes clear of the lights. He opened his mouth, working his jaw to pop his ears. Dimly, he saw and heard Chaou mount her horse and gallop away down the street.

“Major!” Boots thumped and Kenan dashed into view. “Major!”

The corporal dropped to one knee and helped Syfax sit up. The orange and green spots faded and the numb buzzing in his arm gave way to a more painful and distracting ache. Syfax blinked and groaned, and spat. The street spun drunkenly to the left. He swallowed hard and blinked hard, trying to force his body into working properly.

“Major? Are you all right?”

“Mmm.” He nodded.
Better not to use words, not yet
. He gestured upward and Kenan helped him to his feet. He blinked a few more times and let the world resolve back into the shadowy shapes of warehouses and streetlights and horse dung.

“Major, what happened?” Kenan’s voice was loud, too loud.

Syfax rubbed his ear. “It felt like being stung by a thousand bees, on fire, on the inside. Where is she? Where’s Chaou?” He led the corporal into the street.

“I didn’t see her.” Kenan fell into step behind him. “We came in through the other end of the warehouse.”

“We? You brought Ohana?” Syfax stared down the road in the direction Chaou had ridden. “Where is she?”

“No, she’s back on the airship. I brought Ghanima, the pilot you found in the wreck.” Kenan indicated the figure just jogging out of the warehouse behind them. “I think it was the right choice.”

“Do you?” It wasn’t a question.
The kid’s had half the night to come up with a plan and find me, and this is the best he could do?

“She’s really something.”

He glanced at his aide and saw the corporal’s grin. “Kid, we don’t drag civilians into an investigation unless they have something to contribute.”

“Well, technically she’s not a civilian.” He massaged his head and kept grinning. “I mean, she’s in the Air Corps. Security Section Four. Transportation.”

Syfax snapped his fingers in front of the corporal’s face. “Hey. This is not a debate.”

Kenan stopped grinning. “Yes, sir. Won’t happen again, sir.”

“See that it doesn’t.” Syfax studied the young woman in the orange jacket. The girl had her arms crossed and was absently tapping her foot as she glanced around the deserted road.
Young, impatient, cocky
.
All I need right now.
“Ghanima, right?”

“Yes, major. We saw two people leaving the warehouse on the other side.” She pointed back over her shoulder. “Kenan wanted to follow them, but I thought where they’d
been
might be more interesting than where they were
going
.”

“Good thinking.” Syfax forced a smile.

“That’s when I started calling your name.”

“Not good thinking.” Syfax stopped smiling. “Did you see which way Chaou went?”

“No, sir.”

“Fine.” The major glanced around at the empty street. “This warehouse was probably just a meeting place, not a center of operations.”

“What kind of operations?” Kenan asked. “Did the ambassador say what she’s doing?”

“She spouted some nationalistic gibberish. Nothing concrete. Either of you ever hear the word
shifrah
? Any idea what that means?”

“No.” Ghanima said, “So where does that leave us?”

“Nowhere, that’s where.” Syfax started walking. “I think Chaou electrocuted me with her hand. How the hell did she do that?”

Kenan cleared his throat. “Actually, we might know the answer to that one.”

“What do you mean?” Syfax kept his eyes on the road, scanning for recent hoof marks.

“Back at the airship, Hamuy got a little out of hand and Taziri shot him, but it didn’t kill him,” Ghanima said. “Hamuy’s got a metal plate under his skin. Armor, surgically inserted. And he said that Chaou had something done to her as well. This must be what he meant.”

Syfax squinted.
Armor and electricity under the skin? That’s new
.
I hate new.
“I assume Lieutenant Ohana had a good reason for shooting my prisoner.”

Ghanima nodded. “To save me, sir.”

“Fair enough,” Syfax said. “So, what did you do with him? Toss him in a jail cell? I mean, Hamuy’s not still on the airship with Ohana now, right? You didn’t leave them alone together?” The young officers were very quiet. Syfax glared at them. “Right?”

Chapter 11. Taziri

She kept one eye on her gauges and needles and the sweeping views of the city slowly turning beneath the
Halcyon
. Taziri kept the other eye on the mirror’s image of Medur Hamuy lying on the floor behind her. “Doctor? How are you doing back there?”

“Hm? What?” Evander sat up and scratched his beard. “What’s going on?”

“I said—oh, never mind.” For the third time that hour, the view of the city below rotated to show her Port Chellah’s harbor. The waves sparkled like diamonds, bright and piercing.

The doctor grumbled something in Hellan before saying, “Have you come up with a plan yet? Some place to go? Someone to talk to?”

Hamuy grunted. “Of course she hasn’t. The idiot is just floating around up here, waiting for someone to come along and tell her what to do.”

Taziri gripped the throttles a little tighter. Her eyes flicked over to the wrench lying on the engineer’s console.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Hamuy chuckled. “Pathetic.”

Ignore him.
“Doctor.” Taziri beckoned Evander to come up to the cockpit with a flick of her fingers. The older man crept around Hamuy and poked over the engineer’s shoulder. “Doctor, we may be up here for a while.”

“How long is a while?”

“I don’t know. The rest of the day?” Taziri shrugged.

“What happens then? We fall out of the sky?” Evander’s eyes opened wide. “We’re going to die, aren’t we? We’re going to fall into the sea!”

Taziri clamped her hand to her eyes and began rubbing them vigorously. “No, we’re not going to fall into the sea. We’re going to find Ghanima and the major.”

“How? From up here, people look like…I can’t even see people from up here.”

“Neither can I. But they can see us and that’s good enough,” Taziri said.

“Oh.” The doctor’s wiry eyebrows rose. “Oh, I see.”

Hamuy snorted. “Yeah, I see, you’re going to wait around until someone comes and finds you. Bravo, little girl. Good plan. Big stones on you. Your husband must be so pr—”

Taziri knelt on the floor, crushing her wrench into the burned man’s throat. She had no memory of leaving her seat or grabbing the tool, and she had no idea what she was doing now, but her blood was screaming, her belly was screaming, her heart was screaming at her to kill the killer lying shackled on the floor. Her hands trembled.

Why did he mention my husband? Does he know where he is? Do his friends know? Are they going to kill Yuba and Menna because I got involved? What do I do? Am I putting them in danger right now?