A tall, heavyset man wearing a dark suit and hat entered the room. They couldn’t see his face. “Put it here,” he said.
Lyle Ogilvy followed him in, laboring as he carried a black metal footlocker like the one Will and Nick had seen in Lyle’s closet. He set it on the bench beside the briefcase. The man took three things out of the briefcase and set them on the bench: the metal rod, a rectangular silver box with some writing on it, and a rolled-up sheet of thin metal. He unrolled the metal first. It was poster-sized and covered with strange glyphs.
“We saw that on the wall,” said Nick. “In Lyle’s closet.”
“Did they show you how to use this?” the man asked Lyle.
“Yes, sir,” said Lyle.
The man picked up the rod. “What about the Carver?”
“No, not yet,” said Lyle.
“We only have two of them. You’d better take care of it,” said the man as he checked some kind of gauge on the rod’s side. “It takes time to build up a charge. Give me a canister.”
Lyle opened the footlocker. Inside they saw rows of the same black carbon-fiber containers they’d seen in Lyle’s closet. Lyle removed one of the thermos-sized ones. The man activated something on the metal rod he’d called the Carver; a line of glyphs on the rod lit up and the tip of it glowed white-hot.
“They’re called by the glyphs,” said the man. “The holes are unstable and only stay up long enough for one to cross over. Make sure you use the right-sized canister. Open it.”
Lyle slid open the end of the canister. His hands were shaking. The man raised the Carver and pressed some of its glowing glyphs, in order, as if entering some kind of code.
“Hold it flush to the hole or you’ll lose a hand,” said the man.
The white tip of the rod grew blindingly bright, illuminating the man’s face for the first time. Will gasped.
It was the Bald Man, the one he’d seen at his house with the other Black Caps.
Using both hands, the man moved the tip of the rod in a tight circle, which traced and then carved open a small hole in the air. “Now,” said the Bald Man. “Quickly.”
Grimacing, Lyle held the open canister up to the hole, covering it. The canister jerked as something appeared to slip through the hole and into the container.
“Close it!” shouted the man.
Lyle snapped the lid shut. The camera suddenly jolted, as if Ronnie had lost his balance.
“What was that?” said the Bald Man.
The screen went dark as the video ended abruptly.
“Oh my God,” said Brooke, sitting down. “Oh my God.”
“That’s the leader of the men who were chasing me in California,” said Will. “Do any of you recognize him?”
They all shook their heads.
“Damn, Ronnie,” said Nick.
“That’s why they took him,” said Elise grimly. “They knew what he’d seen.”
“But not before he had time to bury that video in all of this and leave it behind,” said Ajay.
“Lyle has that same footlocker in his room,” said Nick. “And, dude, the canisters are full.”
“I want to check something else,” said Ajay. He reversed the video to the moment when the Bald Man set the metallic box on the table. “There was some writing on that box. Isolate and enhance.”
The image tightened and clarified around the silver box on the table. It was about the size of a legal pad. The writing on its surface was engraved in the metaclass="underline"
THE PALADIN PROPHECY
“What’s the Paladin Prophecy?” Ajay wondered aloud.
“Those other letters don’t spell anything,” said Nick.
“Those are Roman numerals,” said Elise.
“Were the Romans all stupid or what? Why didn’t they just use numbers?”
Elise and Ajay looked at each other and shook their heads.
“Nineteen ninety,” said Brooke, looking at the screen. “And four.”
“Does this mean anything to anyone?” asked Ajay.
Everyone shook their head.
“Bring your tablet, Ajay, and everybody grab a flashlight,” said Will, determined. “We’re going to track down Lyle, right now, show him this, and nail him to a wall until he tells us what he knows.”
Lights had gone out all over the campus. Will noticed a cascade of white falling outside the windows, glowing in the pale light of the moon. Using flashlights, the five roommates made their way down to the first floor. A lot of students were poking around, buzzing about the blackout and the coming storm. There was just enough confusion for them to slip unnoticed into the outer room of Lyle’s suite.
Will listened at the door but heard nothing. Nick picked the lock again and moved inside. Lyle’s rooms were empty, and the vile smell was gone. Will quickly moved to the open closet door and searched inside.
“Everything’s cleared out,” said Will.
“So’s Lyle,” said Nick.
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THE MEDICAL CENTER
As they reentered the pod, the black phone by the fireplace in the great room shattered the silence. Ajay walked over and answered.
Ajay listened, then turned to Will. “For you.”
Will took the receiver. “This is Will.”
“Hold, please, for Headmaster Rourke,” said an operator.
Will mouthed “Rourke” to the others. Then Rourke came on the line: “Good evening, Will.”
“Hello, sir.”
“The storm took out a relay station to the east of us,” said Rourke. “The whole area’s lost power. We’ll have emergency generators up shortly. But that’s not why I’m calling.”
“Okay.”
“I got a call a short time ago from your parents. Don’t be alarmed, Will, nothing to worry about. They’re flying in for a visit tomorrow afternoon.”
“Really.” So Brooke was right. They know I’m here now. Will’s stomach flipped. “That’s great news.”
“They asked if you could clear your schedule.”
Will swallowed hard. “I will. Thanks for letting me know, sir.”
“How’s the rest of your week gone? Enjoying yourself so far?”
“Yes,” said Will, looking at his roommates. “Never a dull moment.”
Will hung up and told the others just as the lights came back on.
“What are you going to do?” asked Elise.
“I don’t know,” said Will. “I want to think about all of this before we do anything. It’s late. Let’s get some rest.”
“Everyone give me your tablets first,” said Ajay. “I want to run tests and make sure they’re all clean.”
“I’ll stand sentry,” said Nick. “In case Lyle or any of his goons try anything.”
With tired farewells, the roommates headed for their separate rooms. Will tossed in bed for an hour. His parents were on their way, and he had to assume they were bringing the Black Caps with them. What did these people want? Dave had talked about a war between the Hierarchy and the Never-Was, but what did it have to do with him?
The words they’d seen on that silver box kept kicking around in his mind: The Paladin Prophecy. They didn’t know what it meant, but it seemed to be more evidence that somehow the school or some faction within it was involved.
Will managed a couple of hours’ sleep, then relieved Nick at the door just after dawn on Saturday morning. Will was getting ready to leave for the medical center just before eight, when Brooke came out of her room, dressed for cold weather, crisp and purposeful.
“I’m going to the library,” she said. “Walk out with me?”
“Did you sleep?” asked Will as they headed out of the pod and down the stairs.
“Are you kidding? After all that? Where are you headed?”
“Kujawa’s going to run some tests at the medical center,” said Will. “Shouldn’t take long.”