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“Tell me something, what did Yong Wu do when he found out it was a woman who took your hand?” She allowed the side of her face to slip into Li Han’s line of sight. Three bullets slammed into the wall at her back, and she was thankful for the thick stones the Somali used to construct buildings.

Li Han seethed. “You took my honor! It was only for my years of faithful service that he spared my life, but this exile is worse than death!”

“And how is Jiao? She was such a pretty girl…”

Another blast erupted from the gun as he screamed with rage. The telltale click of an empty chamber told her this was her chance. Rachel stepped through the doorway and fired once. Two men fell to the floor: the guard with bloody foam bubbling up through his lips, Li Han with a bullet between his eyes.

“Are you all right?” Rachel stepped over the bodies to search the desk.

Removing a handkerchief from her sleeve, Iris dabbed at the nick in her throat. “No real harm done.” She shrugged and kicked the leg of the guard, eliciting a last twitch from the fallen man. “Though I can’t say the same for him. Yong Wu will not be happy about this.”

“Then Yong Wu should be more mindful about the men who work for him.” Rachel rifled about in a desk drawer. Not finding what she was looking for, she opened the bottom one. “Hm,” she said as she examined it. “Too shallow.”

“Who is Jiao?” Iris asked.

Pulling the drawer from its rails, she dumped the contents on the floor. “She was almost Li Han’s wife,” she replied, prying at the hidden panel with her dagger. “Also Yong Wu’s daughter.”

“So that wasn’t only about his hand,” Iris concluded.

“No,” she said. The board refused to come free. She sighed and stuck the blade into the desktop. “He had good reason to hate me, but he did try to kill me.”

Iris shook her head as she watched Rachel puzzle over the compartment. “Let me.” She looked inside the drawer. “Ah, yes. Here we are,” she murmured as she ran her finger over a burned-in mark on the inside front panel. The circular seal glimmered for a moment and the false bottom of the drawer popped open with a soft click.

“More of your magic.” Rachel sighed. She lifted the loosened wood piece out onto the desk and removed the burlap-wrapped contents. A deep scowl etched itself into her face as she saw the elegant dagger. On its hilt gleamed a circle of text surrounding a lightning bolt piercing a heart. “Apparently, Yong Wu should be
much
more mindful,” she amended her earlier statement and slipped the knife into her belt. A pennant lay beneath: bright green with a glittering gold design. “There you are,” she smiled as she removed the flag. “Now, let’s see how Danton is getting on, shall we?”

They exited the wrecked hookah bar, returning to the brawl in the street. The fight was winding down, with the crew from the
Antigone’s Wrath
the clear victors. “Wrap it up, boys!” Rachel called to them. “We’ve got what we came for.”

A few more punches were thrown before the last of the thugs ran off down the street. Rachel surveyed the damage. One of her men lay face down in the dust, a pool of blood gathering at his abdomen. “Who did we lose?” She crouched next to the body.

“A crewman by the name of Paul Fischer.” Danton wiped his brow with the back of his sleeve. “He took a blade that was meant for me.”

She nodded gravely. “Take him with us. We’ll see him off properly.” The captain stood and motioned to the men. “We need to move quickly. Get back to the ship.” At the order, a giant of a man slung the corpse over his shoulder and he and the four remaining brawlers set off at a jog back to the dock.

“Any damage?” She gave the master-at-arms a visual once over. Somewhere in the darkness, not too far away, the sound of horses approached.

“A scratch or two, but that is all.” He waved her off. “
Allons-y
.”

Using back roads and shadows, they made their way to the tower leading up to the air dock. The authorities in Baraawe would doubtless be looking for the cause of the bloody scene, and all ships would be detained as soon as they discovered who had been killed. Fortunately, since Baraawe was such a small port, there was no port control at this hour to ask for approval to dock or get underway, and the solitary fee collector posed no real threat. Unfortunately, due to that same smallness of the port, it would be easy to narrow down which ship held the offending parties. Punishment in Muslim countries was something to be avoided at all costs.

“What happened?” Eddie met them as they boarded.

“Not now, Eddie.” Rachel brushed passed him.

“I saw them bring a body aboard,” he continued as though he hadn’t heard her, bouncing from foot to foot. “I thought you said—”

“Not. Now.” The tone in her voice grew increasingly hostile. “Have the crew get us underway immediately,” she said to Iris and Danton. They promptly set about organizing the men.

“Were you able to—”

“MISTER MACLAREN!” She grabbed the boy by the lapels. “Unless you wish to end up like the late Mr. Fischer, I suggest you shut your yap and go make yourself useful. I’m a man short in the engine room now, so perhaps that would be a better place for you than on deck and in my way.”

He stumbled as she pushed him aside, but it didn’t give her pause. Without looking anyone in the eye, Eddie retreated back into the ship to tend the engines. On his way down, he passed Silas, but no words passed between them. Not having the time to deal with the inventor, Rachel took the steps two at a time as she climbed up to the pilothouse. As she set her hands upon the controls, she heard him enter.

“Ra— er, Captain Sterling.” Silas caught himself before completing the informal greeting. “While you were out, I made a few temporary repairs to some of the steam pipes. They were damaged after the last abrupt takeoff, which, might I say, didn’t seem like the first time you’d done that. The patching will hold for a while, but you’ll need to have some welding done for a proper fix.”

“Duly noted. Thank you, Mr. Jensen,” Rachel said absently as she flipped switches and turned cranks in preparation for leaving.

He coughed nervously. “If you can at all help it, I would try to avoid those hasty takeoffs for the interim. A build-up of steam could result in a burst pipe. Superheated vapor pouring through the ship’s interior would be most inconvenient, not to mention deadly.”

She sighed. “Probably only to Pauls.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Long story.” She tapped a pressure gauge. “The end of which being that if you’re a crewman on board the
Antigone’s Wrath
, and your name happens to be Paul, you’re not long for this world. We lost another tonight.”

He stood there, mouth agape, likely unsure of how to respond to the news of the Paul curse. An impatient throat clearing from behind him made him jump. Iris slid through the doorway, immediately assisting Rachel with knob-pulling and dial-turning.

“If you insist on staying, be warned that I shan’t be tying you down again, Mr. Jensen.” When he didn’t reply, she looked at him. “Mr. Jensen?”

“Hm?” He snapped to attention.

She frowned. “I said, unless you’d like a repeat of our last takeoff, you should probably head below decks.”

“Oh, of course.” He popped a small salute. “Safe journey, then.”

Rachel didn’t answer as he left. Moments later, the
Antigone’s Wrath
pulled away from the air dock in Baraawe, bound for Singapore.

“And you have no doubt it was them?” Matthias asked the crouched figure.

“Not any more.” The figure stood and sighed. “It’s certain they’re headed for Singapore.”

“What of our inventor?”

“There’s no trace of him in the city, but
she
is all over this particular scene. Especially the one with the knife wound inside.”

There was silence as the two men in dark robes remained in the street, a pool of motionless calm in the whirl of activity around them. The locals seemed not to notice them, or, if they did, immediately averted their eyes. They didn’t belong here, but no one told them to leave.

Matthais’s fingers itched with the desire to crush another windpipe the way he had done with the bloated whale of a captain on the streets of La Rochelle. The power yearned to be unleashed again, but he held it in check. If he abused it, they would take it from him, and he would not let that happen.

“Come.” The older man beckoned him away from the scene of carnage. “We must report.”

They turned into an alley and disappeared.

Chapter Fifteen
The Raggedy Fleet

A full day passed without interruption when the lookout rang the warning bell. A ship approached from the southwest, a red, blue, and white Air Transport Authority flag whipping in the wind. Rachel took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before making her decision. “Head north. They might leave us be if they think we’re headed to Palestine.”

“And our speed?” Iris stood next to her at the railing, staring out at the approaching vessel.

“Maintain current speed. I don’t want them gaining on us, but I don’t want to arouse suspicion either.”

“Aye, Captain.” She returned to the pilothouse to relay the message to the navigator.

A quiet cough at her back caught her attention. “What is it?”

Silas stepped next to her and held up a large piece of parchment for her to study. “I know it isn’t the most convenient of times, Captain, but I had an idea last night that you might be interested in.”

She glanced down at the paper and frowned. “What is it?”

“A weaponized modification for a stern-mounted gun.” He beamed, clearly proud of his schematic. “It transforms what is currently a harpooner into an armament designed to paralyze enemy ships,” he said, pausing in embarrassment. “It isn’t particularly useful in the water as of yet, but I’m working on other applications.”

Rachel turned her eyes away from the distant Air Transport Authority vessel and gave the schematic her full attention. A connecting generator produced electricity that the gun discharged in bursts of flesh-frying energy. She could see his point about only using it the air. If used in the water, the charge could travel right back to them, which would be a deadly mistake.

“A particle gun?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought these were only theory.”

Silas nodded. “Mostly, yes, but I worked on a prototype in my youth. I think I’ve figured out the problem I had back then. I was trying too hard to make it a self-contained unit. That’s why my previous attempts exploded. An external generator would supply and store any power needed.”

She blanched at the word “exploded,” but the lure of a shiny new toy for her ship was too tempting. “Very well, but ask before you commandeer parts for this invention. And don’t
touch
that harpooner until you absolutely need it. Understand?” She pushed a finger into his chest to emphasize her point.

“Yes, ma’am.” He flashed her a boyish grin before hurrying away to start his new project.

That playful smile whisked her back immediately to that night at the
Cheval Rouge
. She blushed at the memory, then shook herself as she looked around to see if anyone noticed. They hadn’t. She released a breath and turned back to their pursuer. Even with the new heading, this ATA ship was still tracking them. “Damn,” she mumbled. If she maintained current course and speed, within thirty minutes they’d overtake the
Antigone’s Wrath
. It was hard to see a way out of this without engaging the ATA in air combat.

With a sudden idea, Rachel rushed to the pilothouse and began digging around in the back corner cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Iris watched her frantic scrabbling from her position at the helm.

“We were banking on using Yong Wu’s forces as protection, right?”

Iris frowned. “Yes…”

“So what good is his protection if we’re detained by the Air Transport Authority?” The captain dug further into the cabinet, her head and shoulders disappearing inside. “We need someone else to engage the ATA, so we can claim innocence if they want to push charges.”

“And how exactly are we to find someone else willing to do that?”

Rachel emerged, triumphantly holding a wireless telegraph machine, and blew the dust off of it. “We call them.”

She set the equipment down and leaned out the door. “Someone inform Mr. Jensen that the captain is in need of his services!” When her order was returned with muffled snickers, she flicked her pistol into her hand and fired a warning shot off the port bow. The laughter stopped. “That means now.”

A few minutes later, Silas appeared, out of breath and irritated. “What in God’s name did you say to them?” He leaned on the doorframe and panted. “I was nearly knifed for moving too slowly!”

“Oh good. You’re here. I’ve a job for you. Do you know how to use this?” Rachel ignored his question and shoved the telegraph machine into his hands.
 

Silas nodded, dumbfounded.

“I need this hooked up and I needed it done yesterday. When it’s finished,” she tucked a piece of paper into his breast pocket, “broadcast that.”

“Why can’t someone el—”

“No time for chit chat.” She pushed passed him and headed down the stairs. “There’s ammunition to prepare and you’ve a job to do.” He grumbled something as she left, and although she couldn’t make out the words, she was certain he was displeased at her hasty departure.

The warning shots were dangerously close, and what started out as one ship, was now five. The last blast knocked Rachel into the doorframe as she entered the pilothouse. “Any reply?” she asked Silas over her shoulder.

He shook his head. “Nothing yet, but for all I know, the only ships receiving the transmission are the ones we’re trying to avoid.”

Another blast shook them.

“Keep transmitting,” she instructed him. “And hold on to something. I have an idea.”

She slammed her hand against a button and an alarm sounded throughout the ship. The captain and first mate began a furious dance of pulling levers and opening valves. With a lurch, the
Antigone’s Wrath
burst into full speed. Daring an upward glance out the front windows, he saw a giant bank of clouds looming ahead. They were headed directly into the mass.

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