Moving carefully to avoid exciting a predator was a sensible response from the conductor. The fear of being turned into carrion was an understandable, and pleasing, reaction from the businessman.
The train pulled into the station. Simon looked at Monty and shook his head. When Monty resumed his seat, he said, <Crows?>
<Here.>
<There is a human who will leave the car I’m in.>
<There are many humans leaving.>
<But there will be only one from this car. Watch him.>
<We cannot follow him far. We will ask other terra indigene for help.>
<Good. And tell your leaders about him. Let all the Crows know this human should not be trusted.>
<We will tell them.>
Satisfied with that, Simon pulled his carryall off the rack as soon as the businessman left the car.
“Unless I totally misread the map, we still have a ways to go,” Monty said. “Hours of travel, in fact.”
“Yes,” Simon replied. “But this is as far as the train will go. Come on. We’re being met.”
As soon as they stepped off the train, they heard the cawing. The Crows weren’t making any effort to hide their interest in the businessman, which was drawing the attention of other humans. Flustered, the man hurried into the station, where the Crows couldn’t follow. But at the doorway, dust and debris suddenly swirled and resettled.
Simon, Monty, and Lorenzo joined the passengers flowing into the station, but Simon immediately led the two men out the other set of doors to the parking lot. The minivan wasn’t any different from other vehicles, but the two males standing beside it looked too dangerous to be human, despite a clear effort to hold that shape.
He nodded to the Wolves.
<We don’t need to know your humans,> they said.
He thought Montgomery and Lorenzo would have liked knowing the names of their new companions, but the Wolves didn’t want to be that sociable, so he said nothing.
“Looks like the businessman evaded the Crows,” Lorenzo said, stalling a moment before getting into the minivan.
Simon wasn’t sure if he heard concern or relief in the doctor’s voice. Humans understood so little. “It doesn’t matter now if he evades the Crows,” he told Lorenzo. “Until he stops breathing, he can’t hide from Air.”
CHAPTER 30
They drove for several hours before they turned onto an access road that wasn’t used by humans. A short time later, the minivan pulled up within sight of the compound, at a spot where Joe Wolfgard waited for them.
The Wolves who had been their drivers and escorts got out and joined their leader.
“Stay here,” Simon told Montgomery and Lorenzo. Then he got out of the minivan and approached Joe.
“This isn’t your territory,” Joe said. “We appreciate the help you gave us to locate the enemy, but this isn’t your fight.”
“Not my territory, not my fight,” Simon agreed. “But a common enemy.”
“Yes,” Joe said. He hesitated, as if trying to decide what should be said. “I was one of the leaders who made a promise to your Meg.”
“I made a promise too.”
Joe nodded. “When the enemy is dead, you can come in and hunt for the promise. Will that satisfy your Meg?”
That will depend on the outcome, Simon thought. But he said, “That will satisfy her.”
Needing to know what was happening, Monty stepped down from the minivan. The Wolves had left the van’s parking lights on. That probably wasn’t for the Others’ benefit, since they all seemed to have excellent night vision. He thought it was considerate of them to provide light for their human guests. Then he saw them and wished they hadn’t been considerate.
Three of the Wolves had stripped off jackets and shirts and then shifted their torsos into a furred and muscled shape that accommodated heads that were fully Wolf. They looked at Monty and growled. Then they ran toward the compound.
“Gods above and below,” Lorenzo breathed as he stepped down beside Monty.
“I’m not sure the gods are going to listen to us today,” Monty said as Simon tipped his head back and howled.
Earth, riding Twister, smashed through a part of the compound’s wall, and the Wolves followed, slaughtering everyone in their path. Water followed on Fog, blinding the humans who guarded the gates of the enemy’s lair, leaving them vulnerable to the Crows, Hawks, and Owls. Air shook the buildings and rattled all the windows, finding the tiniest openings. The Sanguinati, in smoke form, followed Air. They surrounded the security guards armed with guns, drinking enough blood to render them unconscious. Shifting into human form, they opened the doors for the Wolves.
And then things got messy.
The ground shook. The wind roared.
Jean sat up in bed. Her cell wasn’t near any of the main corridors of the building, but she could still hear the Walking Names shouting and pleading and screaming.
She reached out and pushed the light switch on the wall. Once her eyes adjusted, she studied the dresser.
Most of the drawers held clothing or items for personal hygiene. But one drawer had a lock, and the Walking Names kept the key. It was just another way to tease and torment the girls.
She stood, then waited a moment to let her damaged foot accept her weight. A few shuffled steps took her from bed to dresser. She ignored the screams outside her cell and pulled the drawer open. Then she picked up the folding razor.
Pretty flowers on one side of the silver handle. A lie.
The plain designation, cs747, on the other side. Truth.
The ground shaking, the wind roaring, the screams, and the drawer that should have been locked but wasn’t. She knew what they meant.
“It’s the end,” she whispered.
Holding the razor, Jean went back to her bed and sat down to wait.
The Controller swallowed another dose of gone over wolf, slapped a fresh magazine into his pistol, then ran through a corridor filled with nightmares that would make the dark gods rejoice.
A Wolf turned toward him. He fired into its mouth and kept running, barely able to restrain his own howl of triumph as his enemy fell.
Had to get to the special room. Had more weapons there. Had victory there. It had taken three cuts on that bitch cs747 to get enough useful images to ensure his escape. He hadn’t told his staff about the attack; the chaos and slaughter were necessary for his own survival. Staff, like prophets, could be replaced. But the knowledge and skill he could offer the Humans First and Last movement were irreplaceable.
He fired again and again, hitting his own people, hitting the Others. What did it matter? He was glorious, invincible. He was the answer humans had been waiting for!
He rushed into the room that held the key to his freedom. As he stumbled over a smoldering body, he saw the automatic rifle nearby, saw the spent casings littering the floor. The weapon he’d counted on was useless!
Movement at the corner of his eye. He turned, firing his pistol at the blaze that suddenly surrounded his torso. Smoke covered his face and acquired fangs that sank into his neck. Released by Fire, the Controller stumbled forward before being knocked back when something with a Panther’s head swiped at his belly, ripping it open. As he fell, a Wolf grabbed his wrist, biting through bone and charred flesh while the Panther bit through his other arm.
Then the vampire, Wolf, and Panther screamed in rage and ran out of the room, juiced with a double dose of gone over wolf, while the Controller lay on the floor, burned, bleeding, broken. Dying.
Understanding.
That bitch cs747. Somehow she’d managed to tell him only part of what she’d seen. Instead of showing him how to escape the attack, she’d identified images that would lead him into a trap.