Greg Rucka - Critical Space

"Hostile is down. Hostile is down and secure. Where's Wendy?"

"Tink and Smee have Wendy," I radioed. "Timmy's leading us back to the treehouse. Suggest you and Peter meet with Lost Boys to help with hostile."

"Confirmed. Advise John meet you at treehouse and unlock the door."

"Confirmed, out," I said, and then to Dale, added, "Take the long way."

"Way ahead of you," he replied.

Lady Ainsley-Hunter had both hands over her mouth and was bent in her seat, her head down, and Natalie had a hand on her back, her expression pure concern. My first thought was that, once again, Her Ladyship was vomiting, but then I saw Natalie start to smile, and she looked at me over our principal, and I realized that I wasn't hearing sobs but laughter.

"What the hell happened in there?" Natalie asked me.

Lady Ainsley-Hunter tried to explain, but couldn't stop laughing long enough to do it, so I did. "Keith was beating off in the dressing room."

Natalie's mouth opened in amazement. From the front, Dale coughed sharply.

"He was in a suit and tie and he'd brought flowers!" Lady Ainsley-Hunter managed to say. "I know it's not funny, I know, but… I barely had a chance to see him, the next thing I know Atticus has me against the wall and then Robert is flying through the doorway and there's this tremendous crash, and this poor man is against the wall, trousers at his ankles."

She covered her mouth again, unable to stop laughing.

"There was a weapon," I told Natalie.

That stopped Her Ladyship's giggles. "Was there?"

"A sword."

"Oh, dear. I suppose that makes a certain sense."

"How do you figure?"

"They had swords in ancient Sumer, didn't they?"

"Point," I said.

Her Ladyship sank back against the seat, and I took the opportunity to reach around her and get her seat belt fastened. She watched me, amused, and when I was finished she asked, "And what are we doing now?"

"Taking you back to the hotel."

"But it's over and done with, Atticus. Surely, Mr. Keith is not getting away from Robert, and I'm perfectly fine. I certainly don't need to go back to the hotel."

"It's SOP," Natalie explained. "We need to get you back to a secure location, to make certain that nothing else is brewing. We're giving Corry time to get back to the hotel first, to check that there aren't any surprises waiting for us in the suite. Keith could have been a decoy."

"A decoy?"

Natalie looked across Her Ladyship at me. "He may not be the only one interested in you."

Lady Ainsley-Hunter turned her attention to me. "What haven't you told me?"

"Keith isn't the only potential threat. We've no reason to believe there's anything else brewing, but it pays to be careful."

She started to ask again, then stopped and merely nodded. Then she started laughing again.

"All that work," Lady Ainsley-Hunter said. "Just to show me his little sword…"

Dale circled midtown until Corry radioed that he'd reached the suite and that all was secure. Natalie radioed back that we'd be there in five minutes, perhaps a little longer. When we reached the Edmonton, we debussed from the front, Natalie and I escorting Her Ladyship briskly through the lobby to the service elevator. When the car arrived, I keyed my transmitter.

"Wendy's on her way up," I said.

"Treehouse is cozy, " Corry radioed back.

We got into the elevator, putting Her Ladyship at the back while Natalie pressed the button. I kept my eyes on the hall until the door was closed, and then the car started up.

"This is going to make me late for the luncheon, won't it?" Lady Ainsley-Hunter asked.

Natalie glanced at me, and I got as far as saying, "You shouldn't have to cancel but…" when the elevator stopped so abruptly Lady Ainsley-Hunter lost her footing, pitching into me.

"Motherfucker," Natalie said, and drew her weapon.

I followed suit, moving to put my back against Her Ladyship, to push her into the far corner with my body. I keyed my transmitter, opened my mouth to put up the alarm, and there was a screaming burst of static in my ear, feedback that threatened to open a crack from between my eyes to the base of my skull.

"We're being jammed," I told Natalie, and she started to curse again, but I never heard it, because the access hatch to the car was already opening, and just before the lights went out in the car I saw the grenade hit the ground between us, a flash-bang, and then another one. The darkness was complete, instant, and then it exploded into white, the light chasing after the concussion. The noise was incredible, disorienting, clogging my ears with echo and pain, and I felt Antonia's hands on my back, felt her fingers clinging to me as I went down. She had to be screaming, but I couldn't hear anything.

Then the burn started, finding my eyes and my lungs and my skin, the racing flame of pepper gas, and I had enough sense left to understand that was the second grenade. The car vibrated beneath me as something fell to the floor, and Lady Ainsley-Hunter's fingers were pulling at my jacket, she had wrapped her arms around me, and then her grip was gone.

Somehow, Natalie had managed to get her flashlight off her hip, the tiny Sure-Lite that we all wore, and the beam danced frantically for an instant, and I saw movement block the light. The car vibrated again and again, and the light fell to the floor, blinding me as it rolled free, and it caught Natalie's face as she hit the ground, the tears streaming from her closed eyes, the mucus and blood shining from her nose and mouth. Then the light rolled away again, and I saw a leg that wasn't Her Ladyship's, and I pushed off, bringing my gun up, and then my right arm went numb below the elbow and I lost the weapon.

I didn't take the hint, tried to keep going up, to find someone to attack, eyes to claw or flesh to bite, and then the club struck me again, and I was on the ground again, blood filling my mouth.

Natalie's Sure-Lite had rolled into the corner, and I saw the smoke and gas floating in the car, and then there was another pain as my hair was pulled, forcing my head around to look at the nightmare of bug eyes and deformed and shining black insect features. From beneath the Nightvision goggles and gas mask, I heard Drama say my name.

"Any alarm and she dies, Atticus," she said, her voice breathy and almost too soft to hear. "If you're not at home in thirty minutes, she dies."

I croaked at her.

"I've missed you, too," Drama said, letting go of my hair.

Then she kicked me in the face.

My watch said I was a minute late as I came up through the apartment door, just in time to hear the phone's last ring echoing in the kitchen. I went for it anyway, diving across the table, but there was only the dial tone when I got the receiver to my ear. I hung up, trying to convince myself that I hadn't just killed Antonia Ainsley-Hunter, then broke into a fit of coughs that led to dry heaves and ended with me at the sink, running cold water over my head. I shut off the tap and straightened, felt the drops running down the back of my neck, beneath my collar, mixing with my sweat. Everything hurt, but the only thing I really felt was the drops falling from me to the counter and the floor.

I've killed her, I thought. I was as fast as I could be and I wasn't fast enough and I've killed her and…

The phone was ringing, and this time I answered it before it stopped.

"I told you thirty minutes," Drama said. "You're lucky I believe in redemption."

"I want to talk to her," I said.

"She's fine."

"Fuck you," I said. "Let me talk to her."

"Atticus," Drama said. "I could have killed you. I could have killed Natalie. That should tell you something."

"Put her on the line."

"Oh, all right," Drama said. "I'll have to go get her."