Small Favor Part 13

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Then a red-and-black blur flashed down the stairs toward us, simultaneously with a chorus of h.e.l.lish cries from outside.

Treachery doesn't work so well when the other guy expects it, and I'd had the spell ready to go since the second she'd turned her back. Mantis Girl didn't get to the bottom of the stairs before I pointed my staff at her and snarled, "Forzare!"

A hammer of pure kinetic energy slammed against her. She went flying back the way she'd come, and when she reached the top of the stairs she kept going, cras.h.i.+ng through the wall of the house with a tremendous crunch.

No time to lose. Something came charging through the doorway, to be met by Thomas's sword and pistol. I didn't get a good look at it, but got an impression of spiraling antlers and green scales. I drew in my will, pointed my staff at the front wall of the house and murmured, "Forzare," sending out a slow pulse of motion. I let it press up against the front wall of the house, and then fed more energy into it, hardening it into a single striking surface.

Then I drew back and really let loose, roaring "Forzare!" at the top of my lungs. I unleashed everything I had into a blast of energy, which struck against the plate of force I'd just created. There was an enormous sound of screaming wood and steel, and the entire front wall of the house blasted free from its frame.



Demonic voices howled. I turned to find Thomas taking advantage of the distraction to whip his saber through scything arcs, rondello-style, cutting his opponent to ribbons. The Denarian bounded away, screaming in bra.s.sy pain.

"Dammit!" Thomas screamed at me. "That's a brand-new car!"

"Quit whining and go!" I shouted back, suiting words to action. The front wall of the house had come down like a tidal wave, shattering into a small ocean of rubble, covering the hood of the Hummer. Somewhere beneath the rubble I could hear the other Denarians trying to get free.

We rushed for the Hummer and piled in. Thomas got it started just as Mantis Girl sailed down from overhead and landed on the hood of the Hummer, denting it in sharply.

"G.o.d dammit! dammit!" Thomas snarled. He slapped the Hummer into reverse and started driving backward-while emptying his gun into Mantis Girl. Bursts of fluttering insect forms flew up from the gunshots instead of sprays of blood, but judging by the screaming it hurt her plenty. She tumbled back off the hood and vanished.

Thomas manhandled the Hummer into a turn, and we left, heading back out into the heavy snowfall.

We all rode in silence for several moments while our heart rates slowed and the terror-fueled adrenaline rush faded.

Then Thomas said, "I don't think we learned much."

"The h.e.l.l we didn't," I said.

"Like what?"

"We know that there are more than five Denarians in town. And And we know that they're signatories of the Accords-who apparently object to Marcone's recent elevation." we know that they're signatories of the Accords-who apparently object to Marcone's recent elevation."

Thomas grunted acknowledgment. "What now?"

I shook my head wearily. That last spell had been a doozy. "Now? I think..." I turned my head and studied the unconscious Gard. "I think I'd better call the Council."

Chapter Fourteen.

N ow that I had not one, but two supernatural hit squads with a good reason to come after me, my options had grown sort of limited. In the end there was really only one place I could take Gard and Hendricks without endangering innocent lives: St. Mary of the Angels Church. ow that I had not one, but two supernatural hit squads with a good reason to come after me, my options had grown sort of limited. In the end there was really only one place I could take Gard and Hendricks without endangering innocent lives: St. Mary of the Angels Church.

Which was why I told Thomas to drive us to the Carpenter house.

"I still think this is a bad idea," Thomas said quietly. The plow trucks were working hard, but so far they'd barely been keeping even with the snow, ensuring that the routes to the hospitals were clear. The streets in some places looked like World War I trenches, snow piled up head-high on either side.

"The Denarians know that we use the church as a safehouse," I said. "They'll be watching it."

Thomas grunted and checked the rearview mirror. Gard was still unconscious, but breathing. Hendricks's eyes were shut, his mouth slightly open. I didn't blame him. I hadn't been standing watch over a wounded comrade all night, and I felt like I could have taken a nap, too.

"What were those things?" Thomas asked.

"The Knights of the Blackened Denarius," I replied. "You remember Michael's sword? The nail worked into the hilt?"

"Sure," Thomas said.

"There are two others like it," I said. "Three swords. Three nails."

Thomas's eyes widened for a moment. "Wait. Those Those nails? From the Crucifixion?" nails? From the Crucifixion?"

I nodded. "Pretty sure."

"And those things were what? Michael's opposite number?"

"Yeah. Each of those Denarian bozos has a silver coin."

"Three silver coins," Thomas said. "I'm drawing a blank."

"Thirty," I corrected him.

Thomas made a choking sound. "Thirty?" "Thirty?"

"Potentially. But Michael and the others have several of them hidden away at the moment."

"Thirty pieces of silver," Thomas said, understanding.

I nodded. "Each coin has the spirit of one of the Fallen trapped inside. Whoever possesses one of the coins can draw upon the Fallen angel's power. They use it to shapes.h.i.+ft into those forms you saw, heal wounds, all kinds of fun stuff."

"They tough?"

"Certifiable nightmares," I said. "A lot of them have been alive long enough to develop some serious talent for magic, too."

"Huh," Thomas said. "The one who came through the door didn't seem like such a bada.s.s. Ugly, sure, but he wasn't Superman."

"Maybe you got lucky," I said. "As long as they have the coins, 'hard to kill' doesn't begin to describe it."

"Ah," Thomas said. "That explains it, then."

"What?" I asked.

Thomas reached into his pants pocket and drew out a silver coin a little larger than a nickel, blackened with age, except for the shape of a single sigil, s.h.i.+ning cleanly through the tarnish. "When I gutted Captain Ugly, this went flying out."

"h.e.l.l's bells!" I spat, and flinched away from the coin.

Thomas twitched in surprise, and the Hummer went into a slow slide on the snow. He turned into it and regained control of the vehicle without ever taking his eyes off me. "Whoa, Harry. What?"

I pressed my side up against the door of the Hummer, getting as far as I physically could from the thing. "Look, just...just don't move, all right?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Ooookay. Why not?"

"Because if that thing touches your skin, you're screwed," I said. "Shut up a second and let me think."

The gloves. Thomas had been wearing gloves earlier, when fingering Justine's scarf. He hadn't touched the coin with his skin, or he'd already know how much trouble he was in. Good. But the coin was a menace, and I strongly suspected that the ent.i.ty trapped inside it might be able to influence the physical world around it in subtle ways-enough to go rolling away from its former owner, for example, or to somehow manipulate Thomas into dropping or misplacing it.

Containment. It had to be contained. I fumbled at my pockets. The only container I was carrying was an old Crown Royal whiskey bag, the one that held my little set of gaming dice. I dumped them out into my pocket and opened the bag.

I already had a glove on my left hand. My paw had recovered significantly from the horrible burns it had gotten several years before, but it still wasn't what you'd call pretty. I kept it covered out of courtesy to everyone who might glance at it. I held the little bag open with two fingers of my left hand and said, "Put it in here. And for G.o.d's sake, don't drop it or touch me with it."

Thomas's eyes widened further. He bit his lower lip and moved his hand very carefully, until he could drop the inoffensive little disk into the Crown Royal bag.

I jerked the drawstrings tight the second the coin was in, and tied the bag shut. Then I slapped open the Hummer's ashtray, stuffed the bag inside, and slammed it closed again.

Only then did I draw a slow breath and sag back down into my seat.

"Jesus," Thomas said quietly. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Harry...is it really that bad?"

"It's worse," I said. "But I can't think of any other precautions to take yet."

"What would have happened if I'd touched it?"

"The Fallen inside the coin would have invaded your consciousness," I said. "It would offer you power. Temptation. Once you gave in enough, it would own you."

"I've resisted temptation before, Harry."

"Not like this." I turned a frank gaze to him. "It's a Fallen angel, man. Thousands and thousands of years old. It knows how people think. It knows how to exploit them."

His voice sharpened a little. "I come from a family where everyone's an incubus or a succubus. I think I know a little something about temptation."

"Then you should know how they'd get you." I lowered my voice and said gently, "It could give Justine back to you, Thomas. Let you touch her again."

He stared at me for a second, a flicker of wild longing somewhere far back in his eyes. Then he turned his head slowly back to the road, his expression slipping into a neutral mask. "Oh," he said quietly. After a moment he said, "We should probably get rid of the thing."

"We will," I said. "The Church has been up against the Denarians for a couple of thousand years. There are measures they can take."

Thomas glanced down at the ashtray for a second, then dragged his eyes away and glowered at the dented hood of his Hummer. "They couldn't have shown up six months ago. When I was driving a Buick."

I snorted. "As long as you've got your priorities in order."

"I just met them, but already I hate these guys," Thomas said. "But why are they here? Why now?"

"Offhand? I'd say that they were out to wax Marcone and prove to the other members of the Accords that vanilla mortals have no place among us weirdos-I mean, superhumans."

"They're members of the Accords?"

"I'd have to look it up," I said. "I doubt they're signed on as the 'Order of Demon-possessed Psychotics.' But from the way Mantis Girl was talking, yeah."

Thomas shook his head. "So what do they get out of it? What does taking Marcone prove?"

I shrugged. I had already asked myself the same questions and hadn't been able to come up with any answers. "No clue," I said. "But they've got what it takes to have torn that building apart, and to get around or go through the kind of muscle Marcone keeps around him."

"And what the h.e.l.l are the Faerie Queens doing getting involved?" Thomas asked.

I shrugged again. I'd already asked myself that, too. I hate it when I have to answer my own questions like that.

We went the rest of the way to Michael's place in grey-and-white silence.

His street was on one of the routes being kept plowed, and we had no trouble rolling right up into his driveway. Michael himself was there with his two tallest sons, each of them wielding a snow shovel as they labored to clear the driveway and the sidewalk and the porch of the ongoing snow.

Michael regarded the Hummer with pursed lips as Thomas pulled in. He said something to his sons that made them trade a look with each other, then hurry inside. Michael walked down the driveway to my side of the truck and looked at my brother, then at the pa.s.sengers in the backseat.

I rolled down the window. "Hey," I said.

"Harry," he said calmly. "What are you doing here?"

"I just had a conversation with Preying Mantis Girl," I said. I held up a notebook, where I'd scribbled down the angelic sigil while it was still fresh in my memory.

Michael took a deep breath and grimaced. Then he nodded. "I had a feeling they might be in town."

"Oh?" I asked.

The front door of the house opened, and a large, dark-skinned man appeared, dressed in blue jeans and a dark leather jacket. He wore a gym bag over one broad shoulder, and had one hand resting casually inside it. He paced out into the cold and the snow as if he'd been wearing full winter-weather gear, rather than casual traveling clothes, and stalked over toward us.

Once he got close enough to make out the details his face split into a broad, brief grin, and he hurried to stand beside Michael. "Harry!" he said, his voice deep, rich, and thick with a Russian accent. "We meet again."

I answered his grin. "Sanya," I replied, offering my hand. He shook it with enough force to crack bones. "What are you doing here?"

"Pa.s.sing through," Sanya said, and hooked a thumb up at the snow. "I was on the last flight in before they closed the airport. Looks like I am staying for a few days." His eyes went from my face to the notebook, and the pleasant expression on his dark face turned to a brief snarl.

"Somebody you know?" I asked.

"Tessa," he said. "And Imariel."

"You've met, huh?"

His jaw clenched again. "Tessa's second...recruited me. Tessa is here?"

"With friends." I sketched the sigil I'd seen on the blackened denarius a few moments before and held it up to them.

Sanya shook his head and glanced at Michael.

"Akariel," Michael said at once.

I nodded. "He's in a Crown Royal bag in the ashtray."

Michael blinked. Sanya too.

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