“After that, we head underground. The sacrifice is scheduled for May Day Eve. We’ll attack during the daytime, when the forces of darkness are at their weakest. Still, I suspect von Bern and his Border Redcaps are expecting us to show up. They’ll be ready and waiting no matter when we arrive. But this time, we’re going to be the ones with a few surprises.”
34
They arrived on campus shortly after midnight. Cassandra drove, with Jack in the other front seat and Simon and Fritz Grondark in the back. Dark clouds hid the moon and stars, shrouding the laboratories in blackness.
“You two know exactly what I want?” Jack asked Simon for the tenth time.
While he trusted his allies, there was no time left for mistakes. After the affair at the math building, he suspected Benny Anderson had tightened campus security. Stealing what they needed might prove to be difficult. There definitely wouldn’t be a second chance.
“Nothing to worry about,” said the changeling. “We’re looking for the battery pack belts used in the film classes run by the photography department. The type that the TV news stations power their minicams with. I never used one, but some of the girls I dated produced their own films for class, so I’m real familiar with the belts.
“It shouldn’t take us too long to find them in the photo lab. They keep the expensive equipment locked up but Fritz assures me that he can open anything.”
The dwarf flexed his huge fingers. “One way or another, we’ll manage the task.”
“Try not to cause too much destruction,” said Jack. “Dealing drugs on campus is old news. Nobody cares much. Stealing college property gets you in trouble with the Dean’s office. That’s a black mark on your transcript you can’t erase. Someday, I still plan to obtain my degree.”
“Stealth is my middle name,” proclaimed Simon. “Where are you heading?”
“Cassandra is going to park the car by the chemistry building,” answered Jack. “Then the two of us will visit the labs upstairs. I’m pretty sure they have what I need in one of them.”
“Which is?” asked Simon.
“Order to fight chaos,” said Jack, smiling. “Light to battle the darkness. You’ll find out soon enough.”
Simon and Fritz, resembling a very odd Mutt and Jeff, departed a few minutes later. Neither of them carried a weapon, though Fritz’s monkey wrench dangled from his belt. The dwarf, who had trouble entering doorways unless he turned sideways, didn’t need anything else. Though Fritz refused to brag about his fighting prowess, Cassandra respected Grondark’s skills, which was testimony enough for Jack. Once Simon and Fritz obtained the battery belt pack, they planned to rendezvous with Jack and Cassandra in the chemistry building parking lot in forty minutes.
Watching the pair amble down the path to the photography department, Jack murmured a silent prayer. Simon meant well, but his mischievous nature played havoc with the best-laid plans. Tonight, they couldn’t afford any mistakes. The fate of civilization rested on their shoulders. Jack’s back ached from the weight.
A padlock on the front door of the chemistry building made it quite clear that security on campus had been tightened. After checking carefully for wires indicating alarm systems and finding none, Cassandra casually snapped the lock with her new staff. Von Bern had cut one walking stick to kindling, but the Amazon had a half-dozen replacements in reserve.
“There’s no way of protecting a building this size,” she said to Jack, walking into the main hall, “without using trenches, barbed wire and extensive electronic surveillance equipment. And, even then, a trained, determined professional can, in most cases, infiltrate and compromise any location.”
Smiling, Jack nodded his head. It required no guesswork to substitute Cassandra’s name for that of a trained, determined professional. Over the course of history, he suspected the Amazon had experienced enough adventures to fill an encyclopedia.
With four chemistry labs on the second floor, they decided to split up to save time. Jack described in great detail to Cassandra the objects they were hunting. After agreeing to meet in the center in twenty minutes, they started searching.
Jack found the device five minutes after he walked into the first lab. He also discovered trouble. Benny Anderson, armed with a police special, was hiding in the shadows of the room, watching and waiting for Jack to make a wrong move. Picking up lab equipment obviously met that requirement. Seconds after Jack pulled the long tube off a storage shelf, the security chief stood up, making his presence known simply and effectively.
“Freeze, drug-scum,” he announced, his voice a harsh whisper. Though the lawman’s body trembled with emotion, his gun hand never wavered. It remained fixed in a direct line with Jack’s crotch. “Make one false move and I’ll blow off your balls.”
Jack froze, the black rectangular tube clutched close to his chest. “Take it easy, chief,” he said loudly, hoping Cassandra was within the sound of his voice. “I’m unarmed. And this isn’t as bad as it looks.”
“Sure,” said Anderson, motioning with the gun for Jack to lower his prize to the shelf. “First it was selling drugs. Now you’re stealing school property.”
The chief’s voice rang with contempt. “Your kind make me sick, Collins. Always whining how unfairly you’ve been treated. Damned pampered rich kids don’t know how tough life really is. Try earning a living the hard way—honestly. Then tell me stealing isn’t as bad as it looks.”
“I’m neither pampered nor rich,” began Jack, then closed his mouth, realizing he was wasting his time. No matter what he said, the chief wouldn’t believe him. Anderson had made up his mind and there was no way Jack could convince him otherwise.
“I figured you probably used the chem lab to brew up those artificial narcotics so popular with the rich suburban punks,” said Anderson, sneering. Pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, he stepped closer to Jack, the gun steady as a rock in his grip. “So, I personally staked out this building ever since you disappeared. Sooner or later, I knew you would show up again.”
“The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime,” said Jack. “That’s nuts.”
“Sure it is,” said Anderson. “But look who’s here. Put your hands out in front of you, Collins. Real slow, now.”
“Don’t bother, Jack,” said Cassandra from the front door of the lab. The Amazon moved so quietly that she had approached completely undetected. Her staff lashed out like a snake, its silver tip kissing Anderson’s hand. Bones cracked like peanut brittle. The security chief yelped in pain and dropped his gun. But he refused to give up.
Lurching forward, Anderson slammed his body into Jack’s. Together they tumbled against a lab table. Not bright, but tough, the security man knew exactly what he was doing. A raised knee caught Jack in the groin, bringing tears to his eyes. Shielding his broken hand with his body, Anderson whipped his other arm around Jack’s neck. Straightening, he wrenched Jack upright, so that the two of them stood facing Cassandra.
“Do anything stupid, sister,” said Anderson, “and I’ll break your boyfriend’s neck.”
Jack gasped for air, feeling lightheaded. He wished the security chief hadn’t used the term “boyfriend” with the Amazon.
Cassandra, her walking stick aimed like a spear at the security chief’s head, hesitated. “Let him go,” she finally declared, “before you make me really mad.”
Anderson laughed. “I’m shaking.” With a snarl of rage, he tightened his grip around Jack’s neck. “His windpipe can’t stand much more pressure. One more twist and your druggie friend is in the obituary column. Time for you to drop the stick. Now!”