Skin Game
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The front door had a simple logo on it that read: MORRISON FIDUCIARY SERVICES. I went on in and found myself in an office decorated with tastefully spartan sensibilities. There was a receptionists desk, though no one was at it, and an open door leading into what was obviously a working office.
Just a moment, called a man from the other room. Ill be right with you.
I didnt give him a moment. The way the office was laid out, the rear entrance had to open directly into Harveys office, and Tessa and company might appear there anytime.
Harveys office was as elegant as his entry, but more crowded with the tools of his tradecomputers and office equipment and bookshelves and files. The man himself sat behind the desk with his shirtsleeves rolled up, hunched over a computer keyboard, fingers flying as he watched figures and diagrams of some kind rolling by on his screen.
No sooner did I set foot in the office than the computer started making an odd buzzing noise and the scent of scorched insulation filled the air. An instant later, Harveys screen turned blue, covered in white text.
What? he said, baffled. Then he slapped the side of the monitor and repeated, What? You have got to be kidding me . . . He turned his gaze toward me, annoyance all over his face, and suddenly froze as he saw my expression and my quarterstaff. Uh, he said. Who the hell are you?
Come with me if you want to live, I said.
Excuse me?
No time, I said. It isnt your fault, but youre into some bad business, Harvey. Theres a woman with two hired goons about to come up your back steps, and they arent here to sell you a magazine subscription.
What? he said. Do you have an appointment?
Are you freaking kidding me? I growled, and stalked over to his desk. Get up and come with me.
Now see here, young man, Harvey stammered. I will not be ordered about in my own place of business. If you do not leave immediately, I will summon the authorities.
There just wasnt time for this dance. So I stepped around the desk, grabbed his upper arm in my left hand, and hauled him to his feet.
Take your hands off of me at once! he shouted.
Im trying to help you, I told him, dragging him back out into the front room by main force. You are going to thank me for this later
The front door opened, and two more goons stepped into the office, different men from the ones Tessa had with her. Dammit. I hadnt been keeping an eye out for them on the way in. Of course, if wed thought to cover both exits, Tessa and her people would have done the same.
The two men saw us and immediately plunged their hands into their jackets, going for their shoulder holsters.
I was quicker. I thrust Harvey behind me with my left hand andpointed my staff at the two men with my right, summoning up a burst of will and snarling, Forzare!
The runes carved into the staff flared into a pale green-white light, and a wave of force caught both men. One of them was slapped against the wall hard enough to dent the drywall, while the other went reeling back out the door and was thrown down the steps.
The thug who hit the drywall was tough. He bounced off it, completed drawing his silenced pistol, dropped to a knee, and aimed at Harvey.
No time to pull together a shield, not without the advantage of a specialized magical tool to make it happen. So I spun, putting my back between the shooter and Harvey, bowed my head forward as far as I could, and hunched my shoulders.
The gun coughed, clack, clack, clack. Slugs smashed against my back, only to be defeated by the painstaking protective energies I had spell-wrought into the leather duster I wore. I counted eight hits, all of which felt like taking a Little League fastball to the backpainful but not debilitating. Then the gun fell silent and I heard the metallic click of a magazine being released.
I whirled and slashed the end of my staff at the gunman. The heavy oak smashed against the wrist of his gun hand and knocked away the fresh magazine hed been about to load. I followed up with a backswing and hit him on the jaw right below his ear and sent him sprawling to the floor, the gun tumbling free.
I kicked the gun away from him, and hauled Harvey to his feet. He was staring at the downed gunman, aghast.
That . . . that man just tried to kill you.
No, I said. He just tried to kill you. Seriously, dude, what part of come with me if you want to live did you not understand?
I hauled Harvey along with me again, and this time he wasnt resisting me. We headed for the door just as the sound of breaking glass cut in from the office.
What was that? he panted.
Trouble, I said. Hurry.
I led the way, staff in hand, a shield spell ready to leap into reality if the second gunman proved to be waiting for us, but there was no sign of him.
Youre in pretty good shape, Harvey, I said as I led him down the stairs. You a jogger by any chance?
Uh, he said. I swim. And do yoga.
No, Harvey, I said. You run. You run marathons every morning before breakfast. Make me believe it. Move. I broke into a run down the sidewalk, dodging a little bit of foot traffic now and then. Harvey hurried to keep up, breathing harder than was strictly warranted by the exercise. Wed gotten past the bank and to the next strip of brownstone buildings before I heard a shout behind me. Tessa had appeared in the doorway to Harveys office. She focused on me, and even from that distance I could feel the malice in her gaze. She pointed a finger at me and two goons took up the chase.
Just a moment, called a man from the other room. Ill be right with you.
I didnt give him a moment. The way the office was laid out, the rear entrance had to open directly into Harveys office, and Tessa and company might appear there anytime.
Harveys office was as elegant as his entry, but more crowded with the tools of his tradecomputers and office equipment and bookshelves and files. The man himself sat behind the desk with his shirtsleeves rolled up, hunched over a computer keyboard, fingers flying as he watched figures and diagrams of some kind rolling by on his screen.
No sooner did I set foot in the office than the computer started making an odd buzzing noise and the scent of scorched insulation filled the air. An instant later, Harveys screen turned blue, covered in white text.
What? he said, baffled. Then he slapped the side of the monitor and repeated, What? You have got to be kidding me . . . He turned his gaze toward me, annoyance all over his face, and suddenly froze as he saw my expression and my quarterstaff. Uh, he said. Who the hell are you?
Come with me if you want to live, I said.
Excuse me?
No time, I said. It isnt your fault, but youre into some bad business, Harvey. Theres a woman with two hired goons about to come up your back steps, and they arent here to sell you a magazine subscription.
What? he said. Do you have an appointment?
Are you freaking kidding me? I growled, and stalked over to his desk. Get up and come with me.
Now see here, young man, Harvey stammered. I will not be ordered about in my own place of business. If you do not leave immediately, I will summon the authorities.
There just wasnt time for this dance. So I stepped around the desk, grabbed his upper arm in my left hand, and hauled him to his feet.
Take your hands off of me at once! he shouted.
Im trying to help you, I told him, dragging him back out into the front room by main force. You are going to thank me for this later
The front door opened, and two more goons stepped into the office, different men from the ones Tessa had with her. Dammit. I hadnt been keeping an eye out for them on the way in. Of course, if wed thought to cover both exits, Tessa and her people would have done the same.
The two men saw us and immediately plunged their hands into their jackets, going for their shoulder holsters.
I was quicker. I thrust Harvey behind me with my left hand andpointed my staff at the two men with my right, summoning up a burst of will and snarling, Forzare!
The runes carved into the staff flared into a pale green-white light, and a wave of force caught both men. One of them was slapped against the wall hard enough to dent the drywall, while the other went reeling back out the door and was thrown down the steps.
The thug who hit the drywall was tough. He bounced off it, completed drawing his silenced pistol, dropped to a knee, and aimed at Harvey.
No time to pull together a shield, not without the advantage of a specialized magical tool to make it happen. So I spun, putting my back between the shooter and Harvey, bowed my head forward as far as I could, and hunched my shoulders.
The gun coughed, clack, clack, clack. Slugs smashed against my back, only to be defeated by the painstaking protective energies I had spell-wrought into the leather duster I wore. I counted eight hits, all of which felt like taking a Little League fastball to the backpainful but not debilitating. Then the gun fell silent and I heard the metallic click of a magazine being released.
I whirled and slashed the end of my staff at the gunman. The heavy oak smashed against the wrist of his gun hand and knocked away the fresh magazine hed been about to load. I followed up with a backswing and hit him on the jaw right below his ear and sent him sprawling to the floor, the gun tumbling free.
I kicked the gun away from him, and hauled Harvey to his feet. He was staring at the downed gunman, aghast.
That . . . that man just tried to kill you.
No, I said. He just tried to kill you. Seriously, dude, what part of come with me if you want to live did you not understand?
I hauled Harvey along with me again, and this time he wasnt resisting me. We headed for the door just as the sound of breaking glass cut in from the office.
What was that? he panted.
Trouble, I said. Hurry.
I led the way, staff in hand, a shield spell ready to leap into reality if the second gunman proved to be waiting for us, but there was no sign of him.
Youre in pretty good shape, Harvey, I said as I led him down the stairs. You a jogger by any chance?
Uh, he said. I swim. And do yoga.
No, Harvey, I said. You run. You run marathons every morning before breakfast. Make me believe it. Move. I broke into a run down the sidewalk, dodging a little bit of foot traffic now and then. Harvey hurried to keep up, breathing harder than was strictly warranted by the exercise. Wed gotten past the bank and to the next strip of brownstone buildings before I heard a shout behind me. Tessa had appeared in the doorway to Harveys office. She focused on me, and even from that distance I could feel the malice in her gaze. She pointed a finger at me and two goons took up the chase.
