Hellbender (The Fangborn Series Book 3) (14 page)

“Yeah, but we were in the middle of nowhere.” But Fatima had told me that someone had been asking questions about us in the village. I didn’t put anything beyond the Order.

As we walked down the hallway, Heck smiled, humorlessly. “I had eyes in the air.”

“Must have been a pretty good pilot to see through those trees. I wasn’t sure I could see the sky through them, but it felt like someone was watching me.”

Heck gave me a strange look. “Well, someone was. Just . . . maybe not what you were expecting.”

“In any case, I’d like to say thanks.”

“Well, you get your wish.” He opened the door to a room and we entered. “Jason Jordan, please meet Zoe Miller.”

I couldn’t make out many of the new guy’s features. The heavy coat he wore had a high collar, and he was wearing sunglasses. Which I kinda thought indicated he was being a dick, but then it occurred to me that there might be a reason other than wanting to appear cool.

On the other hand, the two ravens, one on each shoulder, were a truly startling feature. They didn’t make any noise, and each regarded the room as if sweeping it. I wasn’t sure I liked the way they peered at me. Black, glossy, enigmatic, they gave me the shivers. The ravens looked old, reptilian, hell,
saurian
in some respects, and something in my monkey brain said “predator.”

“Hi, Zoe,” Jason said. “Nice to meet you.” He was the Cousin with the odd headdress I’d seen in the shadows of the helicopter.

He stuck out his hand for me to shake, but his head was turned slightly askew, as if he was looking out of the corner of his eye at me.

Jason Jordan was blind, I realized.

No cane—how was he navigating? Almost as soon as I had the thought, the answer was clear. It was the ravens. The intensity of their gaze, the impenetrability of their demeanor . . .

I shivered again and then shook his hand. “Very pleased to meet you. And thank you. I could feel the breath of those guys on my neck as the helicopter came.”

“We do our best.” A faint smile flitted across his lips. “By we, I mean, let me introduce my friends. This is—”

“Hugin or Munin,” I almost said. But I kept my mouth shut.

“Jack and this”—he nodded to his right shoulder—“is Jill.”

“How do you do?” I said, disconcerted. I didn’t think offering them my hand to smell would be the right thing to do. They were more likely to bite it off.

Jill stood, shook out her feathered ruff, and flapped her wings. She was . . . startlingly large, this close up, and I was glad when she settled down.

“Don’t mind her,” he said. “She’s just letting you know who’s boss.”

Powers or no, I was convinced. “Can . . . you talk to them?”

“Not really. We do communicate, but it’s limited. And not natural to any of us—I had to get some help from another oracle, who is better at communicating with animals. It’s precarious, but it works.”

“Well . . .” I said. Jill had never stopped glaring at me. “Thanks again for your help.”

We all left Chicago. The flight back to Boston was uneventful; I slept and ate whenever I wasn’t sleeping. At the main family compound in Boston, Heck brought me to a meeting room, where a woman with a short, blond, pixie-ish haircut and narrow features was waiting for me.

So was Claudia Steuben.

“Oh, Claudia!” I gave her a hug, and when she squeezed me back, it reminded me how tired I was and how much I wanted to just hide from the world for a while. She’d been a good friend and counselor to me.

If her brother Gerry was the very image of a regular Joe who’d been a high school athlete and then settled down to a suburban life, Claudia looked almost stern in her twinset, capris, and flats. She was tall, slender, dark haired, and light skinned considering how much she, as a vampire, loved spending time in the sun. Her hair was up in its customary knot, which wasn’t quite mousy but certainly didn’t make the most of her looks. I didn’t think of this as the “real” Claudia, however, because once the action started, the schoolmarm disappeared and the ninja took her place.

“It’s good to see you,” she said. “I’m just here to do a quick introduction, then see how things go with you guys.”

“More like, make sure I’m on the level,” the pixie woman said. Her voice was quiet and low, but her words dripped with sarcasm.

“Zoe, this is Dr. Lisa Tarkka,” Heck said. “We’re hoping she might be able to assist you with some of the materials we recovered from Sebastian Porter’s office in Boston and with the sword you brought with you. I’ll be back to get you later, and we’ll do the recording the congresswoman asked for.”

“So, you’re Zoe?” She looked me up and down. “I thought you’d be taller.”

I automatically didn’t like her. “Nope.”

“I don’t know why I said that. Probably because everyone’s been telling me stories about you.” She bit on the cap of a pen. “You don’t look like a threat to global security.”

“Maybe that’s what freaks people out so much.” I tried to keep my patience, because it was becoming more and more the sort of interaction I had these days. “But really, I’m pretty much just a person.”

She seemed to wrestle with herself, before giving in. “Will you . . . Can you Change? I’d like to see it. Please.”

“What will that do? Why do you want to see?”

“Because . . . I may never get a chance to see it again.”

“You worked for the Order.” I couldn’t keep the bitterness out of my words. “I’m sure I wouldn’t have been your first.”

“No, like I told your friend, Vee Brooks? I worked for a company that subcontracted for a company that was an Order organization. I was just starting to do some very cool things when I started to learn what my boss was really up to. While I think it’s very weird and very dangerous to have something—someone like you and your family running around killing people randomly—”

“Not randomly,” I said automatically.

“Look, we can talk philosophy later. I thought I was working on how to interface technology with our central nervous systems. I’ve brought you this, on the off chance you can help me learn more.”

She pushed a small rectangular box forward. I looked at Claudia, who nodded. So far Dr. Tarkka didn’t intend me any harm, which matched my own take. I didn’t get any feeling of warmth, either, and I was going to be ten times more careful when it came to the Order’s hacked artifacts.

Inside was a chip. It looked like it had a half scarab gem embedded in it, and had dozens of hair-fine gold wires running in circuits. It was the marriage of antiquity and cutting-edge science, quite literally, because presumably, there would be some kind of Order tech compensating for the missing parts. I was at once curious and repelled. “What does this do?”

“I don’t know. My boss was into a lot of weird stuff, outer edges of physical and the biological, in human enhancement technologies, or HET. How far can you go, he used to ask, until your patient is no longer human?”

I shuddered.

“My specialty is neurobiology with a focus on orthotic prosthetics. Mostly the mechanical and technical, though I know the wetware side of things pretty well. I’m not fully conversant with this artifact, but I’m the last one around who knows anything about it. He was given it by Dr. Sebastian Porter, who . . . recently passed away, I hear?”

I nodded. No need to say anything more on that subject. “And . . . do we plug this into a computer, or some kind of reader?”

“Yep. You.”

My heart sank. I was hoping she wouldn’t say that. It must have read on my face, because Dr. Tarkka said, “Look, you can bite me if you want, make sure I’m telling the truth, but I’m just in this for the work.”

Claudia and I exchanged a glance. We knew she was being honest.

“I’m going to need to examine it.” I was going to be extra careful, knowing it had been Porter’s. That gave me an idea: When his body was consumed by the mercenaries who hung out in my lab, the only part of him left was a gold ring. I’d have to consider what that did and compare it to this.

“Fine. I’ll stay here while you do.”

“I might be a while. I don’t know what it looks like when I . . . go elsewhere.”

“That will be interesting to see, too.”

“Why are you here? Why are you doing this?”

Her face lit up. “Like I said, I’m in this for the work. Now I’m finding out that there is a whole new—species? subspecies?—of human, and I’m not giving up the chance to get in on that!”

Her enthusiasm would have been contagious if I hadn’t realized that she wasn’t thinking of me as a person but as a specimen.

“And if these things were made to work with your biology, I want to see what happens when it is put to the test. I’m the best chance you have of learning about these objects.” She shrugged her narrow little shoulders. “If you find more notes, other scientists, I can help.

I didn’t like her attitude, but she was right.

“Okay, I guess we should talk to Heck about getting you started.” I stood, held out my hand. “Welcome aboard.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m hiring you. Your knowledge and experience is as scarce as hens’ teeth, and we need them both. We’ll pay you, put you up, but this is no part-time gig, and right now, we’re on death-march schedule. In, or out?” I’d learned a lot listening to Vee talking about her work in the Normal world.

“Ahhh . . . can I have some time to think about it?”

“Sure,” I said, glancing at the clock. “I have half a minute before my next meeting.”

“I was thinking more like overnight.”

“You don’t need that long. Either you’re signing up to be working on the most cutting-edge science in the world—so cutting edge, we don’t even know all the words for it—or you’re not. Let someone else get the Nobel Prize. I hear Stockholm is freezing in December, anyway.”

“Okay, okay, you got me, I’ll do it. Any chance you would Change for me?”

“Can’t now, but I bet you’ll see it soon enough. And wouldn’t you rather see it when you can get it on video and hook me up to all sorts of monitors and stuff?”

My sarcasm didn’t register. The look on her face was one of a hungry kid outside a bakery. Dr. Tarkka could only nod.

“Then let’s set up an appointment for that. I’ll establish the ground rules, but we’ll have fun.”

I had no idea if we’d have fun, because she seemed like a grump at best and a bit of a ghoul at worst. But this was the first time I’d ever hired someone and it sounded like a nice thing to say.

I had to run to my next appointment, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t stop in at my lab. I was getting tired of juggling all these new ideas and responsibilities and information, but there was nothing for it.

The mind-lab continued to be the space where I was able to make the most sense out of the artifacts I’d found after they became a part of the construct I thought of as the bracelet. After they became a part of me. The space was soothing and familiar and that let me relax enough to be willing to experiment with these ancient and mysterious objects. The more I tried different combinations of the artifacts, the more I learned about them.

In the lab, I put the scarab chip on the counter. I ran a diagnostic on it—well, I called it that. It was really just a list of things I’d learned to look for that were dangerous or had led to drastic changes in my powers before. It wasn’t much to go on, but I didn’t have a lot of time, and it did let me rule out the dangers I was aware of, like not trying to mix the powers from Pandora’s Box with an extra blast of energy from Vee. Once was enough to teach me that I wanted to avoid a repeat.

The screen showed me nothing recognizably dangerous. That just left a whole new universe of elements I couldn’t recognize.

It suddenly occurred to me that I’d been able to bring the chip, or maybe its essence, into the lab. Very useful to know. I called Sean, who had been cataloging the artifacts with the undergrads.

“Recognize anything? Good, bad, dangerous, odd, or otherwise? Any ideas what it might do?”

Sean shook his head. “Zoe, I can’t keep up with all of this. Since the library . . . we’re just swamped. We’re gonna have to make some changes, you want to go any faster.”

“Okay, okay.”

“It’s more a question for Dr. O anyway, isn’t it?”

I’d nearly forgotten about my newest . . . tenant? Too early to say “friend.”