I checked. “No.”
“Pity.” Slate lifted a hand and black energy lashed out.
Death magic blends kinetic and negative energy, and it’s well suited to combat. Slate’s magic was heavier on the kinetic side; the first blast buckled the door, the second smashed it off its hinges. Two Council security men moved in, guns up and ready. Slate and Trask were third and fourth, and I went in behind. The inside looked liked a converted townhouse, with a central hall and doors leading off, and already the men inside were reacting to the attack, shouting and converging. Guards came bursting out into the hall and ran down the stairs from the floors above. The men from White Rose guarding this building were outnumbered, but they were armed and they had the advantage of the choke point.
It didn’t make any difference.
It’s easy to forget just how powerful mages are. Slate took the first two down before I could even react, black rays sending them stumbling to their knees. One on the upper landing, quicker or dumber than the others, managed to get a handgun up and start firing down into the crowded hallway, bang bang bang. Trask already had a shield up, blue energy smooth and polished, the bullets making white flashes as they bounced away. The man got off four shots before Trask sent a hydroblast up the stairs; it caught the guy in the chest, smashing him up into the wall, sending him sprawling limp on the landing.
And just that fast, the battle was over. Four men were down, none of them ours. One of the Council security was advancing on a man at the end of the hall, his submachine gun up and levelled. “Down on the floor!” he was shouting. “Drop the gun, down on the floor!” The White Rose man looked pale and scared; he dropped his gun and backed away, hands up. The Council security man grabbed him and shoved him down.
The Council security started restraining the men on the ground, while more came through the front door. Haken stepped through behind them and looked down at the prone figures before glancing at Slate. “Minimum force?”
“They’re alive, aren’t they?” Slate said. He headed towards the kitchen at the end of the hall. Shouts and calls were echoing down from the floors above. “Hey,” I said to the Council security about to start up the stairs. “There’s a guy about to come down shooting.”
The security man glanced at me, then stepped down, sighting on the top of the stairs. Someone stepped up next to me and I looked left to see the illusionist, Cerulean. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he waved a hand towards the security man.
The security man lowered his gun and stepped aside. We waited a couple of seconds, then there was the sound of running footsteps and a round-faced guy with a gun appeared on the landing.
Cerulean looked at him. Round Face’s eyes went wide and he screamed. He clapped his hands to his face, bashing himself with the side of the gun in the process, and staggered sideways, tripping over the body of the one Trask had stunned. He went down and kept screaming.
“Clear ground!” someone shouted from the back of the hall. Haken reappeared, skirting around the Council security and the men on the floor. “Verus—” he began, but the screaming from the landing above drowned out his voice. He frowned.
I shook my head and gestured upwards.
Haken looked up, then down at Cerulean, and spoke loudly enough to be heard over the screams. “Could you please shut that off?”
Cerulean shrugged. “It’s not an exact science.”
I stared at Cerulean. I couldn’t see any active spell, but illusion magic specialises in invisibility and it’s notoriously difficult to detect. Illusionists usually manipulate light, but against weaker-willed opponents they can plant phantasms directly inside their targets’ heads. I used my magesight, searching through the frequencies: for a moment I thought I saw something, twisting blue-purple wires linking Cerulean to the man up on the landing, then Cerulean glanced at me and the wires vanished. From above, the screaming cut off abruptly, to be replaced with sobs.
“You two, you’re with with Slate and Trask,” Haken said into the sudden quiet. “Full search, bottom to top. Check every room.”
Cerulean nodded. “Okay,” I said.
Haken headed back towards the end of the hall. I knew Slate and Trask were coming. Cerulean looked at the stairs, then gestured slightly to me, as if to say after you.
I looked back at Cerulean’s expression, polite and indifferent, then as Slate and Trask reappeared I headed upstairs. I could feel Cerulean right behind me.
We cleared the rest of the building, and the remaining White Rose personnel surrendered without a fight. The clients in the process of using White Rose’s facilities were slightly more troublesome, and I got shouted at and threatened by a few men in various states of undress, but once they saw the guns and warrant cards they shut up. Cerulean and Slate told each of them in turn not to use their mobile phones, but funnily enough none of them seemed all that keen to get in touch with their friends and family. The girls (and the one boy) didn’t give any trouble—they’d obviously learnt when not to put up a fight. There were no traps, and more to the point, no mages.
The top floor attic hadn’t been converted into individual bedrooms. It was a studio, with some desks over to one side, but the main point of interest was the arch mounted against the far wall. I’d been using my magesight, searching for wards, and I recognised the thing instantly. Gate magic focus, and . . . password locked? Interesting. The only other person with me was one of the Council security men, and he was helpfully staying just outside the door. I focused on the archway, eyes narrowed. Cracking the password took about a minute. After that, I started path-walking to see what would happen if I stepped through.
I’d been at it for ten minutes when I heard footsteps from behind. Lizbeth and Abeyance’s futures intersected with mine, breaking the path-walk. I stirred and looked around just as the two of them came in. “Is that what I think it is?” Abeyance said as she saw the arch.
“Gate focus to White Rose’s base,” I said.
“Perfect.” Abeyance stood against the wall and narrowed her eyes.
“Anything downstairs?” I asked.
“Several hundred scenes of illicit sex. Per day.”
“That must have been fun to watch.”
“I’ve seen it before.”
“I always wondered how that worked,” I said. “So when you go into some random bedroom and use your timesight . . . ?”
“Yes. That’s exactly how it works.” She shrugged. “You stop paying attention after a while.”
“You two done perving?” Lizbeth said. “How about you get us something useful?”
Abeyance gave Lizbeth an unemotional look and turned to the archway, concentrating. “Your raid worked, didn’t it?” I said.
“Are you stupid?” Lizbeth said. “Did you look at those girls? They’re not even underage. No flesh work, no kids—we haven’t got shit. Probably can’t even make a slavery charge stick.”
“The mage clients aren’t going to be somewhere like this,” I said. “They’ll have the incriminating stuff in their main base.”
Lizbeth gave me a withering look. “Well, that’s not much fucking help, is it?”
I shrugged. “You could go through the arch.”
Lizbeth glared at me. Abeyance ignored us both. There was an uncomfortable silence.
It was broken by the sounds of the other Keepers climbing the stairs. “. . . not getting anything,” Trask was saying in his deep voice. “Could sweat the others.”
“No,” Haken said. “They won’t have anything useful.” He appeared in the doorway, took one look at the archway, then turned to me. “What’ll happen if we go through that?”
“It’ll take us right into the middle of White Rose’s base,” I said. “That’ll start a fight, no two ways about it.”
“So we do it fast,” Slate said.