"Perfect," Bunny said, walking around me to check the disguise. "Or, should I say, Pervect? Remember, don't smile. Aahz hardly ever smiles, unless he's really ticked off."
"I don't feel like smiling," I grunted.
"Gleep?" my pet asked plaintively. He sniffed me up and down, not able to reconcile my scent with Aahz's appearance. He and Aahz had never been fast friends.
"It's me," I confirmed, patting him on the head. "Don't worry, Gleep. This is for a good cause."
"I'd better go," I said impatiently.
"Not so fast, handsome," Tananda said, cuddling up close to me. "You don't think we're letting you go in there alone, do you?"
"I can't risk taking any of you with me," I said. "If they catch me, I could be locked up for years."
"They won't catch you," Tananda said. "But don't go in there without backup. It might take all of us to pull your students out of danger."
"What were you always telling those kids?" Bunny added, throwing a hand toward the image of the struggling team. "Team up and delegate?"
I groaned. "Don't throw my words back at me."
"Do you mean them, or don't you?" Bunny challenged me.
"Of course I do!"
"Then, it's settled." She nodded to Tananda and Markie.
BAMF!
Chapter Twenty-Four
"I'm dealing myself in."
Thanks to Bytina, we were able to pinpoint exactly where we needed to appear on Perv. Though the Arena was supposedly in a "secret location concealed deep in the mountains above a lonely valley visited by no living creature since time began," the magik the place was giving off, not to mention the triangulation provided from thousands of crystal balls dimensions-wide, made it a beacon to the naked eye, let alone to a sophisticated piece of technology.
We arrived on the lip of a natural ampitheater. Winds whistled around us, nipping the tips of my ears. I ignored the discomfort as I stalked down the aisle past thousands of cheering spectators enjoying the brawl happening on the vast round stage below. The hollow stone bowl magnified the sounds so I could hear every grunt, every yell, every cry of pain. I jogged down the endless staircase with the three women behind me.
Every hundred steps or so there was a landing. About the fifth one, an adolescent Pervect in a vest and bow tie stepped out.
"Sir, may I see your ticket?"
"Out of my way," I snarled.
"I'm afraid you can't go into the lower sections without a ticket."
I was not in a mood to argue. I threw him out of the way, using my levitation skills instead of the Pervish strength I lacked. He landed on top of several spectators. Blurting out apologies, he crawled out and hurried after us.
"Stop, sir. You have to stop."
Tananda wriggled up and attached herself firmly to my elbow, playing the part of Trollish eye candy.
"Don't you know who he is?" she asked the usher.
"No, I don't. And if he doesn't show me a ticket, I'm going to have him thrown out!"
I ignored him, but by that time we had attracted the attention of several other ushers, not to mention hundreds of paying customers. I kept them at bay with magik, intent on reaching my destination. Any minute now one of them was going to call security.
"Wave to the nice people," she murmured. "Make them think you're a celebrity. Aahz would."
The next time I made eye contact with an audience member, I put on a big fake smile and waved to her. When she poked her neighbor and pointed, I waved to him, too. Pretty soon the whole march down the aisle, ushers and all, looked like the arrival of a star. I prevented them from following me up onto the stage. Even the ushers seemed to be having doubts.
"Thanks for the escort, guys," I called as my small party scaled the sheer steps to the stage.
My students were still in the center. Pologne was now wrapped up in spider silk. Jinetta and Bee were up on top of the framework, trying to dislodge the barrel of water with magik and brute strength. I applied my own power, but it wouldn't budge. It wasn't meant to move! More cheating.
I grabbed the first person I saw, a young Deveel woman in a tight pink skirt and white blouse who clutched a clipboard to her chest.
"Who's in charge here?" I demanded.
She looked at me and my three companions and put her nose in the air.
"I'm sorry, sir, but this is a closed set." She spoke into her lapel, and several large Pervect males in uniforms appeared at her back.
"I want to see the boss," I said.
"You're trespassing, bub. If you don't leave under your own power right now, we'll be happy to assist you," said the Pervect with the most gold braid on his sleeves.
"Power?" I asked, a slow smile twisting my lips.
Creating a band of magik around the entire group of guards, I squeezed them all together into a tight little knot. I was so angry that I channeled more energy than I ever could before. They started gasping, their faces turning interesting shades of green.
"Hey, Tiger, take it easy!" Tananda cautioned me. "Leave them some breath so they can answer your question!"
"Sir," the captain squeaked. "Sir, what can we do for you?"
"Who is in charge of this program?" I asked, very sweetly. "I want to see him. Pronto."
"The Executive Producer," the head security guard gasped out. "His name's The Geek!"
"Take us to him," I said. "The Geek knows me."
The knot of guards shuffled ahead of us as a single unit. Tananda and Bunny each held onto one arm, gauging whether or not I was going to fly off the handle. I tried to keep myself under control. I should have realized when I heard his name that he had to be more involved than just offering an analysis of the teams. He was responsible for all this! Markie toddled ahead of us, playing the part of my adorable little niece.
"Lookie there, Uncle Aahz!" she said in her cutest voice, pointing a tiny pink finger at a Deveel in a shiny suit. "There's Mr. The Geek right now!"
I thrust my way past more crew members, heading for that familiar face.
The Geek huddled under a scenery overhang with a collection of production personnel. There was a clutch of magicians in robes and holding huge, multifaceted crystal balls— members of several species but one union, to judge by the insignia prominently displayed on their right sleeves—and young women of various species holding clipboards. He turned at the sound of his name. First he saw the tightly clustered knot of guards. Then, over their heads, he saw me. He did a double-take then started running away.
"Hold it, Geek," I ordered. Releasing my hold on the guards, I threw out a loop of power, tightened it, and dragged him up and over the heads of his doorwardens. I landed him in front of me on his feet, nice and easy, but I kept a firm magikal grip on him.
"Aahz," he choked out. "You've—you've got your powers back. How—nice?"
"Yeah," I grunted, in my best imitation of my former mentor's voice. "And just in time to use them to right a major injustice. One YOU are causing."
"M—mmm—mm—me? A mmm—major injustice?"
"You. You remember Markie, don'tcha? And Tananda? And Bunny?"
He certainly did remember Markie. She smiled sweetly up at him. In spite of the grip I had on him, the Geek tried to climb the sky.
"Aahz," the Geek squeaked. "Old buddy! Let's make this a nice, quiet talk."
"Let's," I said. "But first you stop that contest that's going on right now."
"Nnn—nn—now?" the Geek stammered.
I took a fistful of his collar and raised him over my head. It was part levitation spell and part genuine anger, but he ended up in the air, dangling from the end of my arm.
From out of nowhere, a second contingent of the usual kind of muscle came running towards us.
"Call them off," I said softly. "Call them all off."