Mike Wild - Engines of the Apocalypse

Kali looked up at the pipes and then quickly down again, for the gurgling was louder now and closer . Before she jammed her eyes shut in a futile attempt to block out the pain she glanced over at Horse, her loyal mount bucking in agitation beneath the restraining hands of a dozen of the townspeople, and wondered what would happen to him now. Then she felt the first tiny hot spits of naphtha searing the back of her neck.

Something cracked like thunder, and there was the sound of wrending metal. No further naphtha came and Kali opened her eyes.

She saw that the pipes had been torn apart at their mid section and were dancing about in mid air, vomiting their lethal content to the ground. Below, McCain and his goons were stepping back awkwardly, trying to avoid the oil, while DeZantez threw herself at the taps to stop any further release before lowering the gibbet to the ground.

The flow stopped. Kali's gaze turned to McCain, whose face was red with fury. The subject of his fury seemed to be behind her, out of sight, and so she had no idea to whom McCain addressed his next words.

"What," the Overseer rumbled angrily, "is the meaning of this?"

A figure strode into view and Kali frowned. She wasn't sure who she had expected miraculously to have appeared — Slowhand, perhaps, Aldrededor, Dolorosa or Moon — but the man she saw was a complete stranger to her. Tall, muscular, and garbed like a huntsman in leather britches and squallcoat sewn from irregularly cut pieces of hide, his stubbled face with its piercing brown eyes regarded McCain with some degree of contempt.

"The meaning of this," he replied in a voice clearly used to having the last word, "is that your execution is over."

As he spoke, he wound back into a coil a whip made of nine lengths of chain, clearly the weapon which had ruptured the pipes, and moved around to the front of the cage and released its door. He offered Kali a hand down and she took it silently, still assessing what the hells was going on here.

"On whose authority?" McCain demanded.

"The highest authority. That of the Anointed Lord."

I wonder what the Lord of All would make of that? Kali thought.

It was clear what McCain's opinion was. The Overseer narrowed his eyes and beckoned his bodyguards to the fore, where they placed hands on their weapons.

"Forgive me," he said, "but you hardly have the appearance of an agent of the Anointed Lord, and I know, or know of, most of them. What is your name?"

"My name is Jakub Freel."

"Freel?" McCain repeated, dismissively. "I have never heard of you."

McCain may not have heard of him but Kali had, and she stood back slightly in some shock. She stared at her rescuer, her own eyes narrowed. Jakub Freel. This was the man whom Jenna, Slowhand's sister, had married. Other than that, however, she knew little about him. As to his role here, she was as much in the dark as McCain himself.

"How is it that you carry the authority of the Anointed Lord?" asked the Overseer. "What office do you serve?"

"Let's just to say that the office I occupy was once occupied by another, now deceased."

McCain sneered. "And this other was?"

"Konstantin Munch."

Freel's answer gave the Overseer pause. His sneer disappeared and, somewhere beneath his jowls, Kali saw the man swallow, hard. That was hardly surprising. Munch's remit in the Final Faith had been to tackle those jobs that might prove embarrassing in others' hands, the head of a shady group whose powers, as a result, transcended the otherwise rigid structure of the Faith, allowing them to go everywhere and exist nowhere at the same time.

Kali found it interesting to note, however, that while Munch had surrounded himself with lackeys, Freel appeared to be working alone, and she got the impression that this was his preference. Whether that was because he was capable of single-handedly dealing with what the Faith threw at him or not, she didn't yet know, but she did know that it was time to start getting her own handle on things.

"So, you're Stan's replacement," she said casually, and nodded at the cage. "I like the new approach to the job. Getting me out of there was not something he'd have done."

"Oh, he might. In these circumstances."

"Which are?"

"I tracked you here because the Anointed Lord has need of your help. We need to leave for Scholten right away."

Kali was stunned.

"You're kidding, right? You're here because Makennon needs my help? Again ? This is the same Makennon whose arse I saved at Orl but who then sent me a map to a dwarven deathtrap as thanks? The same Makennon whose people nicked the plans for the Llothriall from my own tavern? The same Makennon whose skewed religion nearly got me fried alive just now? The same Makennon who… fark it, never mind."

Kali turned and began to stomp towards Horse. "Tell her to go to the hells…"

"I wish I could," Freel said, striding after her.

"Wish you could what?"

"Tell her to go to the hells."

Kali span. "Look, at least Munch was an obvious nutter. Do you want to tell me what you're talking about?"

"The hells," Freel said. "We fear they have already taken her."

There was no way that Kali could resist a hook like that, was there? She agreed there and then to accompany Freel, at least until she knew more about what was going on.

There remained, however, the small matter of Randus McCain, who refused to recognise Freel's authority and thus to release her to him. Kali knew full well that it was little to do with authority and more with the bastard's desire — stripping her whether she liked it or not this time — to get his fat hands on her again, and her immediate inclination was to stuff the Overseer in his own gibbet with a naphtha pipe up his arse. She sensed Freel felt the same — seeing through the pretence of procedure to recognise the tin god pervert for what he was — but while McCain himself would prove no obstacle if Freel chose to remove her by force, his goons about the town might. Not than any of them looked as if they'd stand a chance again him — it was just that, new to the job as he was, he might not wish the paperwork that would result from mopping up a town of his own people.

Freel suggested a compromise.

Kali would be returned to McCain if she failed to deliver the help the Faith was asking of her. To ensure her return, Gabriella DeZantez would accompany them where they needed to go.

"What?" Kali said.

Once again she began to stomp towards Horse.

And once again Gabriella DeZantez stepped in front of her, blades drawn.

Kali whirled on Freel. " Are you serious?"

Freel folded his arms. "It appears Sister DeZantez is serious."

"But I already agreed to come!"

"Ah. But not necessarily to help."

"I'm innocent, dammit!"

"That remains to be seen."

Kali's gaze snapped between the two of them, exasperated. What the hells was going on here? One minute this… enforcer was asking for help, the next taking her into his farking custody! Then a small wink from Freel mollified her. He had no intention of returning her to the Overseer, just getting her away from him without the need for bloodshed.

"It is better all round, do you not think?" Freel said.

Kali did think. Once again the enforcer had demonstrated an approach to the job that was different from Konstantin Munch's and shown himself to be something of a manipulator in the process. It made a refreshing change from a punch in the face, but she realised she'd have to keep an eye on this Jakub Freel.

"Maybe it is," she agreed.

Kali again moved to Horse, and this time actually reached him. She debated manually unshackling the various chains that had been wrapped about his body and legs but, having had more than enough of this town, snapped her fingers instead. Horse bucked, the chains exploded and links flew like rain.