Wen Spencer - Wolf Who Rules

The three beams of light cut brilliant down into the valley. Mid-way the light shifted to blue, somewhat muted, but still dazzling in the pitch darkness.

"Hmm, that's a good sign." Tinker murmured.

"Did you plan tonight because of the lack of moon?" Wolf asked.

"I'd love to say yes, but actually we just got lucky." Tinker clicked her keyboard, activating her program. The searchlights started to flash. "I've written a short script in Morse code-C-Q-C-Q-C-Q-D-E-S-1-K-and interspersed it with three minutes of darkness."

"What does that mean?"

"This manual says it means 'calling any station this is designation station one, listening.' I'm not sure if that's totally correct Morse, but I figure its close enough for horseshoes."

She saw his smile, and her eyes widened as she realized what she said, and then she smiled too. He'd asked her to be his domi after playing horseshoes with her.

The searchlights snapped off, plunging them into darkness, and Tinker slid down into his lap.

"Did you-" Tinker whispered to him. "Did you have lovers other than Jewel Tears - and the sekasha?"

"A few. Not many. I had my insane ideas of coming to the Westernlands and establish a holding here."

She made a small unhappy sound.

"If I had known you were in my future, I would have waited," he whispered. "Think, this way I came to you a skilled lover. This way one of us knew how it was done."

"I can build a hypergate jump gate, I'm sure I could have figured sex out. Insert Tab M into Slot F. Repeat until done."

Windwolf laughed. "You delight me."

"Good. You delight me too."

Wolf considered the steep hills of the valley and the Ghostland below. "All things considered, I think we better strengthen our position. We're going to stir the oni up doing this."

Tinker looked up with surprise. "Oh! I hadn't considered that."

He was learning that his domi became so fixated on a puzzle that she ignored the outside world. It meant that she could lock all of her brilliance onto finding a solution, but it left her open to being blindsided.

"I will take care of it." He stood up and kissed her brow.

The NSA agents arrived in their sleek grey sedan was so out of place in Pittsburgh that it didn't need the D.C. plates to identify it as out of town. Nobody drove new cars because the parts were too hard to find, and no one knew how to service them. Corg Durrack and Hannah Briggs got out of the car cautiously, as if they were trying not to spook the heavily-armed elves.

Both NSA agents though looked like they could hold their own with the sekasha.

The tall, leggy Briggs wore her clingy black outfit that looked like wet paint, and slid in and out of the shadows with feline grace. A Batman utility belt with small mystery packs had been added to her ensemble, slung low on her hips, holstering her exotic long barreled handgun. Tinker couldn't tell if Briggs was now flaunting her weapon, or just displaying the one that was impossible to conceal.

Corg Durrack had a boyish face and the body of a comic book hero. He carried his usual peace offering of a white wax paper bag, which he held out Tinker with grin. "Your favorite."

"I'll be the judge." Tinker opened to the bag to find her favorite cookies - chocolate frosting thumbprint cookies from Jenny Lee. "This is spooky. How did you know?"

"It's our job to know." Durrack winked.

Briggs scoffed at this, and drifted back into the darkness.

"So what's our little mad scientist up to now?" Durrack settled down beside Tinker's chair where Windwolf had been a short time before. The searchlight flashed the work area with brightness as it cycled through the short message.

Tinker stuck her tongue out at him. "You know, I thought Maynard kicked you two out of Pittsburgh months ago."

"You were only the top of our to-do list. It took 24 hours of negotiations, but we stayed in this mud hole after the last Shutdown."

She laughed at the look of disgust on Durrack's face. "You don't like our fair city?"

"This isn't our world and the elves seem determined to remind us of that every chance they get. Besides its like getting stuck in a time warp; Pittsburgh is missing a lot of the simple conveniences of home. The television sucks here. And I would kill for Starbucks."

"Starbucks?" Tinker said. "Sounds Elvish. Who is he?"

Durrack gave her an odd look.

"What else is on your to-do list?" Tinker asked.

"Little of this, little of that." Durrack said. "Gather intelligence."

"In Pittsburgh?"

"You're got five or six races stuffed under one roof, it makes for lots of secrets floating around."

"How do you get six?"

Corg ticked them off on his fingers. "The elves, the humans, the oni, the tengu, the mixed bloods, and now a dragon - which the tengu say is a sentient being."

The searchlight fell dark, dropping them into blackness.

Tinker wasn't sure why, but she found it annoying that the NSA had apparently talked to the tengu about the dragon. "I didn't know you were so friendly with the tengu."

"Politics has nothing to do with friendship." Durrack's voice came out of the darkness. "It's doing whatever you have to do to protect what's yours. Pittsburgh might be under U.N. control, but its people are Americans and it's our duty to protect them."

"You realize the tengu lie."

"Everyone lies."

"The elves don't. They see it as dishonorable."

"They might not lie, but they dance around the truth. Like yesterday, during that little encounter you had with the tree. You analyze the events and it's fairly clear that the Stone Clan tried to kill you. Forest Moss withheld his support until you were captured by the tree, and the building you should have landed in collapsed for no apparent reason."

"I know."

"He made elegant excuses why he was so slow, but it was all bullshit. He wanted that tree to kill you."

"I know. You don't have to rub it in."

"Are they trying to keep you from building another gate? If there is a way to travel back and forth between Pittsburgh and Earth, the treaty stays intact."

She hadn't considered that as the reason why the Stone Clan wanted her eliminated. "Nothing I could build would transport the entire city."

"At this point, I'd take a trapdoor back to Earth."

Tinker laughed. "And I'm not sure I can really build a gate that works right. Look at the mess I made with this one."

The searchlight flared on, bathing the discontinuity with brilliance.

"Is it getting bigger?" Durrack asked.

Tinker nodded. "And oni are coming through it."

"Yeah, I saw the kappa you pulled out. The oni are sick puppies to warp their people into monsters like that. You know, the more I find out about the oni, the more I think the elves are right in wiping them out. The problem is collateral damage."

"I don't think the tengu are all that bad." Tinker whispered what she hadn't had the courage to say to Windwolf.

"The tengu aren't oni." Durrack said. "They were mountain tribes of humans living on Onihida, descendants of people that ended up there by mistake. The story goes that half of them were killed on a battlefield trying to resist the oni, and the true blood that defeated them merged the survivors with the carrion crows that been feeding on their fathers and brothers. Twisted little tale, isn't it?"

"But it is true?"

"Their DNA supports the claim."

The searchlight finished its cycle and dropped them into silent darkness.

If the story was true, then the tengu had been screwed from the very start, the moment their ancestors lost their way and fell from Earth.

"I'm going to do everything I can to protect the humans of Pittsburgh," Tinker said. "But I don't know what I can do for the tengu."