Skin Game
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Present for you, Karrin said.
Mmmmnghf? I asked.
She plopped a file folder down on the table beside me and said, From Paranoid Gary the Paranetizen.
I swallowed a mouthful and delayed getting another long enough to ask, The one who found the deal with the boats last year? Crazy-but-not-wrong guy?
Thats him, she said.
Huh, I said, chewing. I opened the folder and started flipping through printed pages of fuzzy images.
Those are from Iran, Karrin said. Gary says that they show a functioning nuclear power plant.
The images were obviously of some sort of installation, but I couldnt tell anything beyond that. Thought they had big old towers.
He says theyre buried in that hill behind the building, Karrin said. Check out the last few images.
On the last pages of the folder, things in the installation had changed. Columns of black, greasy smoke rolled out from multiple buildings. In another image, the bodies of soldiers lay on the ground. And in the last image, up on the hillside, which was wreathed in white mist, or maybe steam . . .
Three figures faced one another. One was a large man dressed in a long overcoat and wielding a slightly curved sword in one hand, an old cavalry saber. He carried what might have been a sawed-off shotgun in the other. His skin was dark, and though his head hadnt been shaved like that the last time Id seen him, it could really have been only one person.
Sanya, I said.
The worlds only Knight of the Cross was standing across from two blurry figures. Both were in motion, as if charging toward him. One was approximately the same size and shape as a large gorilla. The other was covered in a thick layer of feathers that gave an otherwise humanoid shape an odd, shaggy appearance.
Magog and Shaggy Feathers, I muttered. Hells bells, those Coins are slippery. When were these taken?
Less than six hours ago, Karrin said, according to Paranoid Gary. The Denarians are up to something.
Yeah, I said. Deirdre said that Tessa was supposed to be in Iran. That makes sense.
In what way does that make sense?
Nicodemus wants to pull a job over here, I said. He knows theres only one Knight running around. So he sends Tessa and her crew to the other side of the world to stir up major-league trouble. Lets say Garys right, and Iran has a nuclear reactor running. And something goes horribly wrong with it. Youve got an instant regional and international crisis. Of course a Knight gets sent to deal with itwhere he cant get to Chicago, or at least not in time to do any good.
Karrin took that in silently, and I went back to eating.So youre saying, were on our own.
And the bad guys keep stacking up higher and higher, I said.
The Genoskwa, you mean, Karrin said.
Yeah.
She shuddered. That thing . . . seriously, a Bigfoot?
Some kind of mutant serial killer Bigfoot, maybe, I said. Not like one of the regular Forest People at all.
I cant believe it, Karrin said.
Its no weirder than any number of
Not that, she said. I cant believe you met a Bigfoot and you never told me about it. I mean, theyre famous.
Theyre kind of a private bunch, I said. Did a few jobs for one, a few years back, named River Shoulders. Liked him. Kept my mouth shut.
She nodded understanding. Then she got up and left the kitchen, and came back a moment later with her rocket launcher and an oversized pistol case. She set the rocket launcher down and said, This will take out something Bigfoot-sized, no problem.
I opened my mouth and then closed it again. Yeah, I admitted. Okay.
She gave me a nod that did not, quite, include the phrase I told you so. I like to be sure Ive got enough firepower to cover any given situation. She put the case on the table and slid it over to me. And this is for you.
I took the case and opened it a little awkwardly, using mostly one hand. In it was a stubby-looking pistol that had been built with a whole hell of a lot of metal, to the point where it somehow reminded me of a steroid-using weight lifters gargoylish build. The damned thing could have been mounted on a small armored vehicle turret. There were a number of rounds stored with it, each the size of my thumb.
What the hell is this? I asked, beaming.
Smith and Wesson five hundred, she said. Short barrel, but that round is made for taking on big game. Big, Grey, and Ugly comes at you to make another friendly point, I want you to give him a four-hundred-grain bullet-point reply.
I whistled, hefting the gun and admiring the sheer mass of it. Ive got one broken wrist already, and you give me this?
Ride the recoil, Nancy, she said. You can handle it. She reached out and put her hand on the fingers of my left hand, protruding from the sling. Well handle it. Well get this thing with Nicodemus done, and get that parasite out of your head. Youll see.
Yeah, I said. Weve got a problem there.
Whats that?
We cant kill the parasite, I said. We have to save it.
Mmmmnghf? I asked.
She plopped a file folder down on the table beside me and said, From Paranoid Gary the Paranetizen.
I swallowed a mouthful and delayed getting another long enough to ask, The one who found the deal with the boats last year? Crazy-but-not-wrong guy?
Thats him, she said.
Huh, I said, chewing. I opened the folder and started flipping through printed pages of fuzzy images.
Those are from Iran, Karrin said. Gary says that they show a functioning nuclear power plant.
The images were obviously of some sort of installation, but I couldnt tell anything beyond that. Thought they had big old towers.
He says theyre buried in that hill behind the building, Karrin said. Check out the last few images.
On the last pages of the folder, things in the installation had changed. Columns of black, greasy smoke rolled out from multiple buildings. In another image, the bodies of soldiers lay on the ground. And in the last image, up on the hillside, which was wreathed in white mist, or maybe steam . . .
Three figures faced one another. One was a large man dressed in a long overcoat and wielding a slightly curved sword in one hand, an old cavalry saber. He carried what might have been a sawed-off shotgun in the other. His skin was dark, and though his head hadnt been shaved like that the last time Id seen him, it could really have been only one person.
Sanya, I said.
The worlds only Knight of the Cross was standing across from two blurry figures. Both were in motion, as if charging toward him. One was approximately the same size and shape as a large gorilla. The other was covered in a thick layer of feathers that gave an otherwise humanoid shape an odd, shaggy appearance.
Magog and Shaggy Feathers, I muttered. Hells bells, those Coins are slippery. When were these taken?
Less than six hours ago, Karrin said, according to Paranoid Gary. The Denarians are up to something.
Yeah, I said. Deirdre said that Tessa was supposed to be in Iran. That makes sense.
In what way does that make sense?
Nicodemus wants to pull a job over here, I said. He knows theres only one Knight running around. So he sends Tessa and her crew to the other side of the world to stir up major-league trouble. Lets say Garys right, and Iran has a nuclear reactor running. And something goes horribly wrong with it. Youve got an instant regional and international crisis. Of course a Knight gets sent to deal with itwhere he cant get to Chicago, or at least not in time to do any good.
Karrin took that in silently, and I went back to eating.So youre saying, were on our own.
And the bad guys keep stacking up higher and higher, I said.
The Genoskwa, you mean, Karrin said.
Yeah.
She shuddered. That thing . . . seriously, a Bigfoot?
Some kind of mutant serial killer Bigfoot, maybe, I said. Not like one of the regular Forest People at all.
I cant believe it, Karrin said.
Its no weirder than any number of
Not that, she said. I cant believe you met a Bigfoot and you never told me about it. I mean, theyre famous.
Theyre kind of a private bunch, I said. Did a few jobs for one, a few years back, named River Shoulders. Liked him. Kept my mouth shut.
She nodded understanding. Then she got up and left the kitchen, and came back a moment later with her rocket launcher and an oversized pistol case. She set the rocket launcher down and said, This will take out something Bigfoot-sized, no problem.
I opened my mouth and then closed it again. Yeah, I admitted. Okay.
She gave me a nod that did not, quite, include the phrase I told you so. I like to be sure Ive got enough firepower to cover any given situation. She put the case on the table and slid it over to me. And this is for you.
I took the case and opened it a little awkwardly, using mostly one hand. In it was a stubby-looking pistol that had been built with a whole hell of a lot of metal, to the point where it somehow reminded me of a steroid-using weight lifters gargoylish build. The damned thing could have been mounted on a small armored vehicle turret. There were a number of rounds stored with it, each the size of my thumb.
What the hell is this? I asked, beaming.
Smith and Wesson five hundred, she said. Short barrel, but that round is made for taking on big game. Big, Grey, and Ugly comes at you to make another friendly point, I want you to give him a four-hundred-grain bullet-point reply.
I whistled, hefting the gun and admiring the sheer mass of it. Ive got one broken wrist already, and you give me this?
Ride the recoil, Nancy, she said. You can handle it. She reached out and put her hand on the fingers of my left hand, protruding from the sling. Well handle it. Well get this thing with Nicodemus done, and get that parasite out of your head. Youll see.
Yeah, I said. Weve got a problem there.
Whats that?
We cant kill the parasite, I said. We have to save it.
