quarters. That the Jantri twins, who had never known any life besides slavery, were quite happy under Chookoock family rule. And yet, here they were.
One of Uncle Virgil's favorite sayings ran through the back of his mind.
Unless you become like a little child, you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven...
Of course, Uncle Virgil had generally used the line in regard to some job where Jack was supposed to con his way into a particularly well-stocked vault somewhere. But it applied even better here. "We take it, of course," he said.
"Good," Fleck said. "What's the plan?"
"Diversion," Draycos murmured in his ear. "Glider." Jack frowned. He dearly wished Draycos would stop throwing these short, cryptic messages at him. "First things first," he said. "Do I understand we have a glider available?"
Fleck blinked in surprise. "You know about that?"
"Of course," Jack said, trying to sound casual. It must be something Draycos had found on one of his nighttime walks. "The question is, how do you know about it?"
Fleck's lip twitched. "I was the one who helped Noy's parents build it.
Unfortunately, they got caught before they could use it to take him out."
"Not so unfortunately," Jack told him. "If they had, all three of them would be dead. The wall has lasers and flame jets aiming upwards to stop anyone who tries to get in or out."
"I didn't know that," Fleck said in a low voice. "So I guess that's it for the glider."
"Not necessarily," Jack said. An idea was taking shape in the back of his mind as Draycos's cryptic comment started to make sense. "Do we know how many armed Brummgas they've got in the estate?"
Fleck shrugged. "I'd guess sixty or seventy."
"Vehicles?"
"A couple dozen of those open-topped cars," Fleck said. "There are also six small airfighters—Clax-7 patrol planes, six-seaters. Those are probably armed."
"Then we're in business," Jack said. "How long will it take to get the glider ready to fly?"
"It's mostly ready now," Fleck said. "I just need to wind up the launcher and fire it off."
"And it'll go over the wall?"
Fleck grimaced. "Halfway over, anyway."
"That's all we'll need," Jack assured him. "How many people will it take to get it going?"
Fleck was eying him closely. "I can do it myself," he said.
"Okay," Jack said. "That's your job, then."
He gestured over his shoulder. "The rest of us are going to go through the thorn hedge and head for the front of the house. There are some transports there, big ones that can get us off-planet. We'll borrow one, and take it right through the gate."
"Who's going to fly it?" someone asked.
"I will," Jack said.
"How will we get through the hedge?" Maerlynn asked.
"Yeah," Muskrack agreed. "They watch that gap."
"There's another opening we can use, about a hundred yards east of the road,"
Jack told him. "Once you fire off the glider, Fleck, you head there and catch up with us."
"What about the guards?" Noy asked.
"Most of them should charge off to see who was trying to get over the wall,"
Jack said. "We'll just have to take care of whoever's left by ourselves."
"What, with that?" someone asked, pointing to the slapstick Fleck had given Jack. Jack smiled. "Hardly," he said. "I've got a friend already on it."
There was a moment of awkward silence. "A friend?" someone asked pointedly.
"Trust me, he's more than able to deal with the Brummgas," Jack assured him, grimacing to himself. Trust me, he'd said; only these weren't fellow con men he was trying to talk into helping on some scheme. These were slaves, who'd seen every other escape attempt ruthlessly crushed by their Brummgan masters.
There was another moment of silence. "Well, then, we'd better get going,"
Fleck said with a hearty confidence Jack could tell he didn't entirely feel. "You have any other instructions?"
Jack took a deep breath. "You've got five minutes to gather whatever you want to take with you," he said, pointing toward the sleeping quarters. "Fleck, give us—" he paused, doing a quick estimate "—give us twenty minutes before you fire off the glider. Can you do that?"
Fleck nodded. "Sure."
"And really hustle on your way back," Jack warned. "Once we start our play, we may not be able to slow it down. Okay; everyone go get your stuff."
The group scattered, the slaves hurrying toward the two sleeping huts. "Good luck," Jack said, nodding to Fleck.
"See you soon," Fleck said. Giving Jack one last measuring look he turned and headed the opposite way into the forest.
"What now?" Draycos murmured.
"First job is to get through the hedge," Jack told him, heading toward a wide tree twenty yards from the light pouring out of the huts. "Think you can finish that hole you were working on?"
"No problem."
"Gazen may still have guards watching it," Jack pointed out. "You'll have to deal with them."
"As I said, no problem," the dragon repeated. "And then?"
"I'm afraid you're going to get the heavy end of this one, buddy," Jack said.
Reaching the wide tree, he slid halfway around it, putting his right sleeve out of sight from the slave areas. "You're going to have to clear the path for us through whatever guard posts the Brummgas have out there. And you're going to have to do it without letting any of our group spot you. I know that's a lot to ask."
"You have not yet truly seen what a K'da warrior can do, Jack," Draycos said.
"Where shall I meet you when I am finished? At the mercenary transports?"
"Right," Jack said, his throat suddenly feeling dry. The grim confidence in the dragon's voice was just a little scary. "I'll pick the best-armored one and set it to ram the gate. We'll take the next-best-armored one to ride out in."
"You will need to alert Uncle Virge that we are coming."
Jack nodded. "I'll call him as soon as you're on your way. Any questions?"
"None." With a flicker of weight, Draycos slid out of Jack's sleeve. "I will see you there."
"Good luck," Jack called softly as the dragon bounded off into the night.
"Warrior's luck," Draycos corrected over his shoulder.
He disappeared behind a stand of rainbow berry bushes and was gone. Glancing once more around him, Jack lifted his left foot and pried back the sole.
Uncle Virge, he thought darkly, was going to love this.
CHAPTER 32
The last hint of glow was gone from the western sky. Draycos moved across the ground like a golden shadow, quick and silent.
A golden shadow that was rapidly fading to black as his pounding heart drove dark blood into his muscles and scales. A poet-warrior of the K'da, in full combat readiness.
Jack had indeed never seen what a K'da warrior could do. He probably wouldn't see it now, either.
The hidden Brummgan watcher was just settling into position when Draycos arrived at the hedge. Comfortably concealed, no doubt feeling quite pleased with himself, the guard was clearly not expecting any trouble.
He didn't so much as squeak as Draycos knocked him cold.
The hedge itself was still the tangled mess he'd found on his previous visits.
But now that he didn't have to conceal his handiwork, the thorny branches retreated before his slashing claws like driftwood before an incoming wave. A
few minutes' work, and he had a hole that even Fleck would find adequate.
So far it had been easy, simple tasks that even a raw K'da trainee could handle.