ONCE I WAS out of the tower I stopped, stuck my hands in my pockets and stood there for a while, looking at the beams of the searchlights lancing up into the sky and the brightly lit security checkpoint.
There were just two things I didn’t understand in the game being played out by the two Watches, or rather, by their leaders.
That Other who had departed into the Twilight – who was he and whose side was he on? Had he been warning me or trying to frighten me off?
And the kid, Egor – had I really met him just by chance? And if not, had our meeting been a destiny node or just another of Zabulon’s moves?
I knew next to nothing about inhabitants of the Twilight. Maybe even Gesar himself knew nothing.
But at least I could think a bit about Egor.
He was a card that hadn’t been dealt yet. Maybe only a low card, but a trump, like all of us. And small trumps have their uses too. Egor had already been in the Twilight – the first time when he tried to see me, the second time when he escaped from the vampire. That wasn’t a very good hand, to be honest. Both times he’d been led by fear, and that should have meant his future was decided. Maybe he could linger on the borderline between human and Other for a few more years, but his path led to the Dark Ones.
It’s always best to look the truth squarely in the face. It didn’t make the slightest bit of difference that so far Egor was just like any other good kid. If I survived, I’d still have to ask for his ID every time I met him – or show him my own.
Zabulon could probably influence him. Send him to any place I happened to be. That reminded me that he probably had no difficulty sensing where I was either. I was prepared for that.
But I still didn’t know if our ‘chance’ meeting had any meaning.
Going on what the Dark computer operator had said – that they weren’t combing the Economics Exhibition district yet – it had. I might get the wild idea of using the boy somehow – hiding in his apartment or sending him to get help. I might head for his building. Right?
Too complicated. Way too tricky. They could take me easily enough anyway. I was missing something, something crucially important.
I walked towards the road and didn’t look round again at the tower that held the Dark Ones’ sham headquarters of the day. I’d almost even forgotten about the shattered body of the magician who’d been guarding it, lying somewhere near the foot of the tower at that moment. What did they want me to do? What was it? That was the point I had to start from.
Act as bait. Get caught by the Day Watch. Get caught in a way that would leave no doubt that I was guilty. And that had as good as happened already.
After that, Svetlana wouldn’t be able to control herself. We could protect her and her parents. The one thing we couldn’t do was interfere in her own decisions. And if she started trying to save me, to pluck me out of the Day Watch’s dungeons or rescue me from the tribunal, she would be killed. Swiftly and without hesitation. The whole game had been designed so she could make a wrong move. The whole game had been set up a long time ago, when the Dark Magician Zabulon had seen the appearance of a Great Sorceress in the future and the part I was destined to play. The traps had been set. The first one had failed. The second one was holding its greedy jaws wide open right now. Maybe there was a third still to come.
But where did a kid who still couldn’t manifest his magical powers come into all this?
I stopped.
He was Dark, that must be it!
And who was it who killed Dark Ones? Weak, unskilled Dark Ones who didn’t want to develop?
One more body laid at my door – but what was the point?
I didn’t know. But I did know that the kid was doomed and the meeting in the metro hadn’t been any accident. I could see that clearly now. I must have been experiencing prevision again or another piece of the jigsaw had simply fallen into place.
Egor would die.
I remembered the way he’d looked at me on the platform in the station, with his shoulders hunched over, wanting to ask me something and shout abuse at me all at the same time, to shout out loud the truth about the two Watches, the truth he’d seen too early. I remembered the way he’d turned and run for the train.
‘They’ll protect you, won’t they? Your Watch?’
‘They’ll try.’
Of course they’d try. They’d keep looking for the Maverick right to the end.
That was the answer!
I stopped walking and seized hold of my head. Light and Dark, how could I be so stupid? So hopelessly naïve?
They wouldn’t spring the trap as long as the Maverick was still alive. Making me look like a psychopath out on the hunt, a poacher from the Light Side, wasn’t enough. They needed to kill the real Maverick as well.
The Dark Ones knew who he was – or at least Zabulon did. And more important than that – they could control him. They tossed his victims to him – members of their own kind they didn’t see as particularly useful. And for the Maverick what was happening right now wasn’t just one more heroic incident – he was totally absorbed in the battle against the Dark. He had Dark Ones coming at him from every side: first the female shape-shifter, then the Dark Magician in the restaurant, and now Egor. He must be thinking the whole world had gone crazy, that the Apocalypse was just round the corner, that the powers of the Dark were taking over the world. I wouldn’t have liked to be in his shoes.
The female shape-shifter had been killed so they could lodge a protest with us and demonstrate who was under threat.
The Dark Magician had been killed to close off any last loopholes and allow them to bring a formal accusation and arrest me.
The kid had to be killed to get rid of the Maverick after he’d played out his part. So they could intervene at the last moment, catch him standing over the body and kill him when he resisted and tried to escape. He didn’t understand that we fought according to rules, he’d never surrender, he’d ignore instructions from a ‘Day Watch’ he’d never even heard of.
Once the Maverick was dead I’d be left with no way out. I’d either have to agree to have my memory pulled inside out or depart into the Twilight. Either way Svetlana would blow her cool.
I shuddered.
It was cold. Really cold. I’d thought the winter was completely gone, but that had been wishful thinking.
I held up my hand and stopped the first car that came along. I looked into the driver’s eyes and said:
‘Let’s go.’
The impulse was pretty strong, he didn’t even ask where I wanted to go.
The world was coming to an end.
Something had shifted and started to move, ancient shadows had sprung to life, the long-forgotten words of ancient tongues had rung out and a trembling had shaken the earth.
Darkness was dawning over the world.
Maxim was standing on the balcony and smoking as he listened to Elena’s grumbling. It had been going on for hours already, ever since the girl he’d rescued had got out of the car at the metro station. Maxim had heard more home truths about himself than he could ever have imagined.
The claim that he was a stupid idiot and a womaniser who was prepared to risk getting shot for the sake of a cute face and a long pair of legs was one that Maxim could handle. The claim that he was a pig and a bastard who flirted with a worn-out ugly prostitute in his wife’s presence showed rather more imagination. Especially since he’d only spoken a couple of words to his unexpected passenger.
And now Elena had moved on to utter nonsense, dredging up those short-notice business trips, the two occasions when he’d come home drunk – really drunk – speculating on how many mistresses he had, commenting on his incredible stupidity and spinelessness, and how they’d prevented him making a career or giving his family even a half-decent life.