Harvest Hunting (35 page)

“There’s a door on the other side of the room,” Menolly added. “And I heard someone on the other side. I suggest we very quietly make our way down the hall and see what’s around the corner.”

We slipped down the hall, doing our best to limit our noise, until I reached the end of the corridor. I motioned for them to hold up and inched a look around the edge. The passage turned to the right and continued for the length of what looked like a room before a fork branched off into another hall to the right.

It was hard to tell what was at the opposite end of the corridor—probably another hallway. The building was big but not unending. I nodded for the others to follow me, and we slipped around the corner and headed for the next hallway.

We were almost there when a thin, wiry man came barreling around the corner. He was reading something on a clipboard and ran right into me before bouncing back, openmouthed, as he realized what he was seeing.

“Crap,” I said. We were going to be outted by a geek.

But he didn’t stand there gawking and yelling like an amateur. No, instead, he whipped out something that fit in the palm of his hand as he let out a loud shout that sounded like a cross between a yip and a howl. So
not
a good sound. But before I could say a word, Morio returned the cry, howling at the top of his lungs even as he began to grow into his full demonic form. Eight feet of humanoid fox demon was a sight to behold.

“Double crap,” Menolly said and launched herself forward, but before she could reach the dude, he lifted whatever it was he was holding and pressed a button. And all hell broke loose.

I reached out just in time to meet an oncoming wave of what felt like electricity. Or maybe it was pure joy juice or whatever the fuck, but a thousand stabbing needles forked their way through my body, and I went down like a wet noodle. As I lay convulsing on the floor, Menolly leapt past me and then, before I could hear the satisfying crunch of our enemy’s broken bones, she joined me on the floor, her eyes flashing red even as the jolt kept her from moving.

“You die!” Smoky flew past me, and once again, I heard the charge go off, but this time there was the sound of something wet smashing against one wall, and Smoky’s raw laughter filled the hall. Meanwhile, Camille helped me stand as the flickering tingles played across my nerves like a freaking torture machine.

“Can you stand? Can you hear me?” She wrapped her arms around me and helped me over to the wall so that I could lean against it. Menolly joined us—apparently the effects didn’t last as long if you were already dead.

I nodded, trying to catch my breath. “Yeah . . . yeah . . . I’ll be okay. Really.” I glanced over to where Smoky was standing, near the end of the hall, keeping guard. The guy was a puddle on the floor, blood pouring out of every orifice he had. Smoky had not only tossed him like garbage, he’d raked him with his claws. So much for the front man.

Camille gingerly picked up the weapon he’d been using and handed it to Roz. “You’re the expert on weaponry. What is this?”

“Essentially, a magical Taser,” he said. “Sorcery, no doubt.” He paused, then gave us a veiled look. “Want to make a bet it has something to do with that new club—the Energy Exchange? Just a gut hunch.”

I held out my hand. “Let me see it.”

Shaped a lot like a one of the old-fashioned phasers off of the original
Star Trek
shows, it was lighter than it looked. A simple button controlled the trigger, and there was a digital readout that showed the number
ten
in the green LCD display. A small icon was flashing in another window. Meaning it needed to recharge? Or was it ready to shoot?

We were about to find out, because down the hall, a set of double doors to the left flew open, and a group of men rushed out. They were all wiry and thin, and while I didn’t see any more of the magical stun guns, at least two of them carried baseball bats, and a third had a very nasty-looking stiletto—and I’m not talking shoes.

“Incoming, and they don’t look friendly!” I yelled as I brought the contraption up and aimed it at the leader. He paused. I decided that we weren’t going to get out without a fight, and fired.

“Cripes!” Camille let out a shriek, and I heard a commotion, but I didn’t have time to look back. The leader was down, but the four other men rushed us, and I knew I couldn’t get all of them before they came in swinging.

I tried another shot, but the stun gun sputtered, and I saw a red minus sign in the display. It was out of juice—I didn’t need an expert to tell me that. I tossed it to the side and pulled out my dagger just as the first shifter came swinging, bat poised to take out my head.

Moving just in time to avoid getting a concussion, I still managed to get clipped on the arm. He hit me full on the shoulder, and I yelped as he raised his bat for another swing. I took advantage of the opening and darted in, my dagger at the ready. Lysanthra sliced through the air, whistling as she came singing down across his arm, gashing the bicep wide. He let out a shout and dropped the bat as he tried to stanch the blood.

While he was down, I whirled to lend a hand to the others. Smoky had dropped two of the shifters, but I saw why Camille had yelled. She was kneeling beside Trillian, who was woozily sitting up, rubbing his head. Three dead shifters were lying near them, and Vanzir was wiping blood off his knife.

I noticed that my guy was trying to get up and, in a flash, I was behind him, Lysanthra poised at his throat.

“It doesn’t get any better than this from here on out, but it could get a
whole
lot worse,” I said. “Where are the werewolves? All of them?”

He stared up at me, his eyes narrow. “Bite me, bitch.”

“I can do better than that. I can turn into my panther self and rip you to shreds. I can let our friend over there,” I nodded to Vanzir, “suck the life force out of you. I can let my sister throw an energy blast into that dynamite you’ve got and blow this whole fucking place to smithereens. Or you can tell me and maybe . . . just maybe . . . get out intact with your skin.” Of course, I thought, I’d be turning him over to the Supe Community Council for charges, but he’d be alive. For a while.

He cleared his throat. “Fuck it . . . in there.” He gestured toward the double doors. “There are still guards, though.”

“Good boy. Now, time to sleep for a bit.” Chase should be outside by now. He knew enough to wait for us to come out instead of barging in on his own. I glanced around. Crap, we didn’t have anything to put our prisoners to sleep. “Okay, go nite-nite for a while.” And with that, I gave him a good wallop to the back of the head. He conked out with a low groan.

“What you want to do with him?” Vanzir helped me lift him up.

“Take him out back and see if Chase is here yet. Tell him this man is a high-security-risk prisoner for the Supe Community. He’ll need to be treated and then locked up. Get your ass back here as soon as you can.”

Vanzir tossed the coyote shifter over his shoulder and took off, backtracking the way we’d come.

I motioned to everybody else. “How are you? Trillian, you going to be okay?”

Trillian was rubbing his head but looked steady enough on his feet. “Yeah, got one hell of a headache, but I’ll be fine.”

“Then let’s do this. Our Weres are in there, along with more guards.” I headed toward the doors. No use giving the enemy more time to prepare than they already had.

“Should we wait for Vanzir?” Camille asked.

“No, he’ll catch up.” I wasn’t in the mood to take any more time with these bozos than we’d already spent.

We came to the double doors, and I stood back, motioning to Menolly. She grinned and with one massive blow, broke through both, slamming them open with a thunderous noise.

The room was massive, and I wasn’t sure just what it had been used for, but giant meat hooks that lined the ceiling gave us a good clue. I stared at them, feeling slightly queasy as I noticed the dried blood dappling the rusty hooks.

There were hundreds, in lines, on what appeared to be some mechanized pulley system. And then I saw something dangling from one of them a little ways down the line. It was a body, skinned from head to toe. Sucking in a deep breath, I turned, wanting to give myself another moment before I took a closer look . . . before I saw that it might be Saz or Doug or . . . even Amber.

The chamber was filled with old stainless steel carts and sinks and . . . near the back, cages. From where I was standing, I could see that at least three of the cages were occupied. And in front of those cages stood four more guards, waiting. We could take them out—even if they had their magical stun guns, we’d push through and exterminate them.

“You know, we can make this a lot simpler,” Menolly said. “You guys head over there, away from the door and away from the cages.” And within a blink, she was gone. We’d barely complied with her orders when she returned, carrying the box of—oh fucking hell.

“What are you doing with that?” I pointed to the dynamite.

“Making use of their stupidity. It appears to be stable, but they don’t have to know that, and they don’t have to know that I don’t have the blasting caps.” She removed a stick, fiddled with it for a second, then started to walk toward the guards, the stick held clearly out in front of her so that they could see it.

“You’ve got till I get within throwing range to put down your weapons and move to the side. I’m a vampire—one stick of dynamite might tickle, but it’s not going to destroy me. But you guys are a little more vulnerable. Think wisely; you only get one chance.”

Her voice was so commanding, so clear and resolute, that I found myself backing up. I wasn’t sure she actually hadn’t found a blasting cap. In fact, I noticed that Roz, Camille, and Trillian took a good step back, too.

The guards bought it hook, line, and sinker. Which was good for us. They dropped their bats—thank gods that only one of those stun guns had been around, and it probably cost a pretty penny—and backed away from the cages, hands up.

As Menolly hustled them into a group, she called over her shoulder, “Go get Chase and some handcuffs. He can take this lot in, too.”

Vanzir sped off, while Smoky went to help Menolly keep guard. Roz steeled himself and began to climb a nearby freestanding ladder up to the body on the hook. The rest of us headed over to the cages. Three were occupied. Two men, one woman—Amber. And she did, indeed, have a spirit seal around her neck. I found the keys and unlocked her cage, but she stopped me before I could open the other two.

“They’re crazed. They aren’t in their right minds, and they’d attack.” She rubbed her arms as I unlocked the manacles around her wrists and ankles. “Thank you. I’m Amber—”

“You’re Luke’s sister. We know. We’ve been searching for you. And ten to one, those two are hyped up on steroids?”

Amber nodded. “I thought that’s what they might be giving them, but I don’t know why. Only that . . .” Her voice cracked, and she glanced up at the body that Roz and Vanzir were wrestling down from the meat hook. “Oh, Great Wepwawet. I couldn’t see what they were doing to him from my position in the cage. That’s why he kept screaming and screaming.”

A stricken look washed across her face, and she hung her head. “He was nice to me. He was one of them, but he was nice to me, and they caught him trying to loosen my manacles so that it wouldn’t hurt so much. They beat him in front of me and dragged him off, laughing. An hour or so later, I heard him start to scream. Another hour . . . and nothing.”

That answered my question. The two men still caged were sure to be Doug and Saz. Paulo had been tortured and murdered. And if Amber was right, then we knew they treated their own just as badly as they treated their enemies. Which would seem to lead to dissent, unless the fear of repercussions won out.

Chase called in his team, and they set about trying to deal with the drug-crazed werewolves and the flayed body. I told him we’d take Amber over to headquarters to get checked out and give her statement. He glanced at the pendant around her neck but said nothing, just nodded.

As we gathered our things—Roz picked up the magical stun gun and stowed it in his belt—and left the building, part of me wanted to see it blow sky high. I had a fleeting desire to come back after everyone was gone and set off the dynamite, to put this place of misery and torture out of commission, but I knew that was better off left a fantasy. I wasn’t a barbarian—yet. But I was rapidly learning just how far the enemy could push in order for me to turn into one.

Along the way, Menolly put in a call to Luke and asked him to meet us at the FH-CSI building. She made sure to reassure him that Amber was alive and relatively unscathed.

I glanced at Amber. “Do you know what that necklace is you’re wearing?”

She frowned. “I have no idea, but all I could think of was, don’t let them have it. There’s something about this . . . Ever since I found it in an old trunk that I bought at an antique store, I’ve known I needed to move here, to be near my brother and his friends. It was the final push that got me to leave Rice.” Falling silent for a moment, she stared at her hands. Then, “I suppose Luke has told you all about him?”