"Min and Pan will be here. Emily is part of the sub-group led by another of the Five, based in the hotel next to this one."
"Okay."
The clarity of Fisher’s knowledge made it obvious he remembered every detail of the time he was possessed, and she could not let herself think about that too much, could not spend time going over all the things she’d said and done. But it was no easier to think of killing people. Glad of the shadow of her hood, she followed him to an elevator, and did her best to move casually, bending her head as if she was glancing at Fisher’s shoes, turning unhurriedly.
They travelled more than a dozen floors down, and strode with casual confidence to knock on and open a door, quite as if they belonged. The room beyond was lit by a grid of screens, images of corridors, rooms, the hotel entrance. Heart thumping triple time, Madeleine barely saw the people sitting before them, dark shapes turning, one getting to her feet. Fisher was quick, all three of the figures jolting from a blow, but the one standing was still moving, the tiniest fragment of Moth song lifting, and Madeleine punched, panicked by the idea of dozens of possessed people running in response to an alarm. In the compact room, the sudden bloom of Moth above Blue seemed blinding, the alien too close, giant.
Then it fell, becoming Madeleine’s second kill that night, and she recognised with sick certainty that she would keep a count, and remember it always. But the Blue, a woman, had dropped back on the chair, limp and wrong, and Madeleine had to make certain that the count didn’t jump immediately to three. Rushing forward, she pressed hands above heart and pushed out a frightened little spurt of worry.
"Good." Fisher sounded as breathless as she felt, but he was already moving, turning on the room’s light and closing the door. "I’m going to grab gear to tie them up," he said, bending over the two Greens and searching pockets, removing mobile phones. "Paralyse them again if they begin to revive before I’m back. Is she breathing?"
"Yes." The woman had blinked, and tears were now welling in brown eyes. Behind her, the limp corpse of the Moth slid off the room’s wrap-around counter to take up too much space on the floor.
"I won’t be long," Fisher said, dragging one of the Greens into the corner furthest from any buttons. "Check the monitors for an indication of how many Moths are active."
He pulled the second Green across to the first, gave her a quick, sharp glance which she caught out of the corner of her eye, and then left. Madeleine turned to watch him stride into one of the elevators on screen and stand, hands in pockets, head bowed. Tense, strained, and already looking tired. They’d only just started. How could they possibly prepare for the Core’s return in a scant few hours?
"Thank you. So much."
The Blue she’d freed reached out deeply stained hands, only occasional patches of brown visible. When Madeleine offered hers in automatic response, the woman gripped and squeezed them painfully tight, then let go and began to explore her own face.
"I can’t hardly believe…" She swept her hands slowly over softly curling hair, squeezed shut her eyes, causing tears to break loose from lashes. "Me again. At last."
"Welcome back…" Madeleine said uncertainly.
"Sarah," the woman said, making the name a release, a triumph. "Sarah Jeteneru."
"I’m –"
The woman widened her eyes, a momentary laughing expression. "You’re Madeleine Cost. Do you think there’s any of us in this city who doesn’t know the Core’s great prize? And, oh, he’s reached too far, hasn’t he? You’re here to bring him down."
"We’re here to try," Madeleine said, startled and impressed by the woman’s rapid shift toward self-command. She surveyed the wall of monitors, wondering how many Moths were in the hotel. A central screen was flicking between images, and Madeleine caught her breath, staring at a person sitting cross-legged on a bed.
The picture changed to Nash, standing at a window, but a furtive sound demanded Madeleine’s attention, and she turned to find one of the stunned Greens trying to overcome post-paralysis pins and needles and get to the door. By the time the Green had been stunned and stashed back with his companion, Fisher had arrived, wearing a backpack and hauling heavily loaded Eco-shopping bags.
"Eat," he recommended, putting down four bags brimming with blocks of chocolate, boxes of muesli bars, bags of dried fruit. He slid his backpack to the ground, produced a mobile phone which he passed to her, then pulled out a large roll of duct tape, turning purposefully to the Greens.
"This is Sarah," Madeleine said, opting to stock her backpack first. She refused to contemplate crumb trays ever again.
"Fisher," he said, with a preoccupied nod. "How many people are up and about in the hotel?"
"Up, quite a number, watching the Buenos Aires Challenge." Sarah glanced toward a laptop, where images of an arena were being streamed, then pulled a keyboard into reach and tapped out commands. "Most in their rooms, but there’s a cluster in a guest lounge, and another group in with the North."
"The North?" Madeleine asked.
"One of the Five. There’s no English word – no Earth word – which fits what they call the four who support the Core, so they use North, South, East and West. The four quarters. The South and the North are watching together," she added to Fisher, who paused, frowning, then briskly resumed his taping efforts.
"We’ll need greater numbers before we go up, then," he said. "But first the leech Blues. Any obstacles?"
"One guard, at the beginning of their corridor," Sarah said, and when the Greens were thoroughly wrapped led Madeleine and Fisher directly to a row of rooms which had been roughly reinforced with the kind of security screens usually seen on the front doors of houses. The first in the row, by contrast, had had its door removed, making it difficult to get past unseen, so Madeleine simply ran straight into the open room, the man inside not even facing her when she spirit punched. Too easy, but already she was feeling a pinch of strain.
"I’m not sure how many of these I can do in a row," she said, as she knelt over the fallen Blue. "I’ll be okay for a handful more, but…"
"No, you need to rest for when we go for Noi. With this third freed Blue, we can safely take all but the strongest without you, and punching duty can pass on to each new Blue to limit exhaustion."
"Have you posted how to free people?" Sarah asked from the door. "We need to get something out there, tell the world how to do this."
"Is right…" The man lying on the floor beside Madeleine groaned, then tried to lever himself too quickly upright. "Can’t delay–!"
"We’ll prepare a time-delayed post after we have the leech Blues," Fisher said shortly. "Failure insurance. But we can’t go public yet. Not everything’s in place."
He too was thinking in terms of dominos. Of course he would, following the memory of Théoden’s plans, and that idea started to bring too much to the surface, so Madeleine turned to help the newly freed Blue to his feet. He wobbled unsteadily, told her to call him Kiwi Joe, then gathered her up in a huge hug. Since he was a big, solidly built man, this was more than a little overwhelming, but then he, like Sarah, took himself in hand, producing the keys to the makeshift prisons, asking Fisher questions about what next.
They shared out keys, unlocked the screens, and then Madeleine jumped back with a stifled squeak as Nash cannoned out of the room she’d opened, a broken chair leg swung like a sword, missing her head only because he pulled up at the last moment.
"Not possessed!" she said hastily, but he’d already worked that out, probably because Moths weren’t given to squeaking.
"The others–?" he asked.