Skin Game
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Yeah, it got a little crazy, I said.
Did you get the guy? Binder asked.
Nah, he skated, I said. Nobodys fault, really. Tricky, slippery little bastard.
Binder eyed me. Yeah. Right. You give me a big speech about how youll come down on my neck if I hurt anyone in your town. Then you two tear out of here to take up the chase, and Murphy winds up too busted up to continue after a misunderstanding with Nicodemus.
I gave him a beatific smile. Binder, relax. The op isnt in any danger. I made sure hes not going to go to anyone. That was the point of chasing him down in the first place, right?
Binder frowned. I thought the White Council didnt let you use mind magic.
Which I hadnt meant, at all, and which I really couldnt do, considering my utter lack of talent in that area, but Binder didnt know that. I did what needed to be done, I said. And think of it like thisI dont have to stomp on your neck now.
Binder looked skeptical, but he didnt push itwhich was smart. Binder had a really formidable skill, but he was a one-trick pony. He wasnt up to facing a Wizard of the White Council directly, and he knew it.
Michael rounded himself up a cup of coffee and looked at me. I nodded, and he brought me back one. Thats a very large pen for just four goats, he noted.
Which meant that the Genoskwa had come back here last night, and gotten a couple more meals in. Damn, but that thing ate a lot. It ate more than something that size should have been able to consumebut a lot of supernatural creatures had supernatural metabolisms that helped fuel their exceptional speed and strength. Ghouls could put down forty or fifty pounds of meat in a meal, and need more the next day. Maybe Big Shaggy had a similar high-consumption engine fueling its physical power.
I sipped coffee and waited. At a quarter to four, Goodman Grey came ambling in. The unassuming-looking man stopped ten feet short of the table and stared hard at Michael. The Knight returned the shifters look, and dropped the heel of his hand casually to the hilt of Amoracchius, resting it there with his fingers relaxed.
Whats wrong? I asked him.
I dont like that man very much, Michael said. Hes done terrible things.
Obviously, Goodman Grey said, his tone wary. Im a monster for hire. But Ive got no quarrel with you today, sir Knight.
Maybe, Michael said. Maybe not.
Greys eyes flicked to me. Do you really expect me to work with someone like this, wizard, on our side?
Yes, I said. Youve been hired, havent you? Show a little professionalism.
Grey gruntedand seemed to relax a little. Well. I wont give him any cause to take issue with me. But if he does, dont think I wont take him apart.
Pretty sure you cant, I told him. But it might be fun to watch you try it.
Grey gave me a sour look and went over to the coffeepot.
At five minutes to four, Nicodemus and Deirdre arrived together. Deirdre was in her demonic battle form, all purple scales and metallic ribbons of hair. Both sets of her eyes were focused on Michael warily. Nicodemus looked like he always did, but more smug. Good morning, everyone, he said. Table, please.
In the shadows back behind Nicodemus, I could see the hulking outline of the Genoskwa, lurking in silence.
We all gathered around the table, where Nicodemus had laid out a large piece of paper with a map of the bank drawn cleanly upon it. This will be a simple entry, he said. He pointed at the front doors of the bank. Well go in through these doors. There will be between three and six security personnel, and I will expect Binder and Dresden to keep their attention and eventually neutralize them. The rest of us will head straight back to the vaults. There are two large security doors in the way, but we arent going to bother opening them. Miss Ascher will go through the walls beside them here and here. He marked the appropriate places with a red pen. After that, Miss Valmont and Mr. Grey will move forward into the main vault. Miss Valmont will open the vaults door, and Mr. Grey will open the targets private storage room. Once those systems have been circumvented and the doors opened, it will be safe to bring our wizards into the vault. He smiled widely. And then the real fun can begin. Are there any questions?
What happens when we get where were going? I asked. You got a map for that?
Unfortunately, no, Nicodemus said. Though our path should be an obvious one. Our target uses active defenses to protect his vaults, not obfuscation.
No map, I said. Just some vague references to gates.
One does not attain great reward without daring similarly great risk, Nicodemus said. We will simply have to adapt to what we find as we enter.
I did not, for a minute, believe that Nicodemus had no further information about Hades vault. But there wouldnt be much point in saying it.
If that is all, Nicodemus said, we shall load up. Dresden and his escort, Grey, and Valmont will be in the leftmost van. The rest of us will take the one on the right. I took the liberty of stocking them with heavy-duty backpacks for each of you, in order to allow you to gather up your shares. Mr. Binder, twenty of your associates in each van, if you please.
Did you get the guy? Binder asked.
Nah, he skated, I said. Nobodys fault, really. Tricky, slippery little bastard.
Binder eyed me. Yeah. Right. You give me a big speech about how youll come down on my neck if I hurt anyone in your town. Then you two tear out of here to take up the chase, and Murphy winds up too busted up to continue after a misunderstanding with Nicodemus.
I gave him a beatific smile. Binder, relax. The op isnt in any danger. I made sure hes not going to go to anyone. That was the point of chasing him down in the first place, right?
Binder frowned. I thought the White Council didnt let you use mind magic.
Which I hadnt meant, at all, and which I really couldnt do, considering my utter lack of talent in that area, but Binder didnt know that. I did what needed to be done, I said. And think of it like thisI dont have to stomp on your neck now.
Binder looked skeptical, but he didnt push itwhich was smart. Binder had a really formidable skill, but he was a one-trick pony. He wasnt up to facing a Wizard of the White Council directly, and he knew it.
Michael rounded himself up a cup of coffee and looked at me. I nodded, and he brought me back one. Thats a very large pen for just four goats, he noted.
Which meant that the Genoskwa had come back here last night, and gotten a couple more meals in. Damn, but that thing ate a lot. It ate more than something that size should have been able to consumebut a lot of supernatural creatures had supernatural metabolisms that helped fuel their exceptional speed and strength. Ghouls could put down forty or fifty pounds of meat in a meal, and need more the next day. Maybe Big Shaggy had a similar high-consumption engine fueling its physical power.
I sipped coffee and waited. At a quarter to four, Goodman Grey came ambling in. The unassuming-looking man stopped ten feet short of the table and stared hard at Michael. The Knight returned the shifters look, and dropped the heel of his hand casually to the hilt of Amoracchius, resting it there with his fingers relaxed.
Whats wrong? I asked him.
I dont like that man very much, Michael said. Hes done terrible things.
Obviously, Goodman Grey said, his tone wary. Im a monster for hire. But Ive got no quarrel with you today, sir Knight.
Maybe, Michael said. Maybe not.
Greys eyes flicked to me. Do you really expect me to work with someone like this, wizard, on our side?
Yes, I said. Youve been hired, havent you? Show a little professionalism.
Grey gruntedand seemed to relax a little. Well. I wont give him any cause to take issue with me. But if he does, dont think I wont take him apart.
Pretty sure you cant, I told him. But it might be fun to watch you try it.
Grey gave me a sour look and went over to the coffeepot.
At five minutes to four, Nicodemus and Deirdre arrived together. Deirdre was in her demonic battle form, all purple scales and metallic ribbons of hair. Both sets of her eyes were focused on Michael warily. Nicodemus looked like he always did, but more smug. Good morning, everyone, he said. Table, please.
In the shadows back behind Nicodemus, I could see the hulking outline of the Genoskwa, lurking in silence.
We all gathered around the table, where Nicodemus had laid out a large piece of paper with a map of the bank drawn cleanly upon it. This will be a simple entry, he said. He pointed at the front doors of the bank. Well go in through these doors. There will be between three and six security personnel, and I will expect Binder and Dresden to keep their attention and eventually neutralize them. The rest of us will head straight back to the vaults. There are two large security doors in the way, but we arent going to bother opening them. Miss Ascher will go through the walls beside them here and here. He marked the appropriate places with a red pen. After that, Miss Valmont and Mr. Grey will move forward into the main vault. Miss Valmont will open the vaults door, and Mr. Grey will open the targets private storage room. Once those systems have been circumvented and the doors opened, it will be safe to bring our wizards into the vault. He smiled widely. And then the real fun can begin. Are there any questions?
What happens when we get where were going? I asked. You got a map for that?
Unfortunately, no, Nicodemus said. Though our path should be an obvious one. Our target uses active defenses to protect his vaults, not obfuscation.
No map, I said. Just some vague references to gates.
One does not attain great reward without daring similarly great risk, Nicodemus said. We will simply have to adapt to what we find as we enter.
I did not, for a minute, believe that Nicodemus had no further information about Hades vault. But there wouldnt be much point in saying it.
If that is all, Nicodemus said, we shall load up. Dresden and his escort, Grey, and Valmont will be in the leftmost van. The rest of us will take the one on the right. I took the liberty of stocking them with heavy-duty backpacks for each of you, in order to allow you to gather up your shares. Mr. Binder, twenty of your associates in each van, if you please.
