Eric Flint - Pyramid Power

Thrud was a different matter. She had her father's As strength, and she'd played roughhouse with her combat-trained brothers-and beaten them-for years. She also had very powerful lungs. Shrieking blue murder, she flung Stephens back against the wall, making him lose his grip on Liz. Liz knew absolutely nothing about the science of unarmed combat but she managed to grab the strap of her shoulder bag and swing it metal corner first into her attacker's cheek. Meanwhile Thrud had advanced on Bott, who was holding Jerry. "Keep off or I'll kill him," threatened the agent.

"Do that and I'll disembowel you, attach your entrails to a horse and whip it into a gallop," said Thrud in a matter-of-fact voice, catching the bleeding-faced Stephens as he tried to attack her from behind, and hurling him backward, crashing him into the table. Liz had taken over yelling bloody blue murder. Then the raven-perhaps because Thrud was between it and the window-flapped off out the door and into Ran's castle. It disobeyed the first rule of flying safety and looked back as it fled-which was why it flapped into Emmitt as he ran around the corner. He fell. Thor, panting up behind him, tripped trying to avoid him and crashed into the wall just short of the agents' doorway.

Bott, hearing the commotion, threw Jerry at Thrud, and ran for the door, hauling Stephens to his feet. He saw Thor trying to stand up, and ran the other way.

Thor bellowed, "Alarums! Seal the windows and portals. To arms! To arms!" He staggered to his feet, and then was knocked over again by Thrud running out after them.

Thereafter followed a very confusing half hour. Thor had alerted the castle to danger, but he hadn't told the defenders what it was they were presumably being attacked by. So Lamont actually saw Bott and Stephens, and told them to get up to the ramparts. They didn't listen to him, but that didn't stop him taking his own advice. The two agents had a close brush with Fenrir who was being petted by a frightened Ella. And that was the last anyone saw of them.

The hero of the hour proved to be Emmitt. He'd landed on the raven, and had the common sense to stay lying on it, until Thor got back to him. The raven was stunned and had a broken leg.

So they had a raven… and two missing agents, who were going to be dead if either Liz or Thrud caught up with them. Jerry had a bump on his head and a bloody nose.

Having seen to his nose and done her best to examine his head, Liz was now reading the English note from the raven's leg. "We had traitors," she said grimly, looking at the bird wrapped in a shirt, with only its legs protruding.

"They're bleeding," said Fenrir. "Open the portals and I'll go a-hunting." He looked at Liz. "I promise I won't just eat their livers."

Thor nodded. "Hunt them down. Hamstring them, Fenrir. I want them able to talk."

The great wolf nodded. Liz almost felt sorry for the two agents.

She turned her attention back to the raven. "I'm going to splint this leg. And then I want some cord-thong, perhaps-to attach the other leg to this chair. We need to know what this little bird has been carrying to-and-fro. And it is going to tell us. And it better not prove to be Hugin or he'll never see a jelly bean again."

It proved instead to be Munin. "Odin will be very angry!" said the raven.

"Good," said Loki. "I must see if Ran has a cage somewhere. I always wanted something to make Odin angry with."

Fenrir returned with two small boys in tow. "I had a choice," he growled. "I promised to let the men go in exchange for these smelly objects. And hugging," he said, "is beneath my dignity."

"We'll catch up with them," said Liz, as Lamont looked in grave danger of exploding.

"They're dead men walking," said Lamont. "What the hell happened? How did they get you two?" He hugged the boys fiercely, and then, despite what Fenrir had said, hugged the wolf. "I owe you," he said thickly. "If I can do it, I will. You only have to ask."

"We were just outside the beach gate. You said we were allowed to go there," said a subdued Ty. "Doing some stuff on the sand, and they came out."

"They grabbed us. They told us you'd said that they must take us to safety."

"They were waiting for a boat. They made a signal-fire."

"And then Fenrir came."

Ty started to cry. "Bott held a knife against my neck."

"Fenrir agreed to let them go, if they let us go," said Tolly. "If my new dad catches those guys…"

Cruz was a long way off. But as a choice of someone's kids to take hostage, Liz would have thought that it would have been wiser for the agents to have picked on a troll. There were lots of trolls here in Jotunheim. They were less dangerous than Cruz would be.

"It's not as bad as it seems at first glance," Jerry said squeezing Liz's hand. "Look, first off, the airborne assault just wasn't practical. Second, we're better off discovering the leak now than later. And we have Munin."

"Already addicted to rakfisk jelly beans." Liz gently pushed the hair away from the large lump on his forehead.

"Good. We'll have to let him go soon, or Odin will be suspicious when he returns."

Liz snorted. "That won't delight Loki."

"Tell him to use Munin to feed disinformation to Odin. He'll like that idea."

Agents Bott and Stephens sat in conference with the man they'd been sent to rescue or kill, enjoying some of his homemade whiskey. It wasn't very good whiskey, but after their close calls and the trip in a leaky Viking boat, any whiskey was welcome. As welcome and cozy as the respect they felt they'd finally found. This was a man who knew what they did, and valued them.

The initial moments of their meeting with Harkness had been disconcerting, since he didn't look in the least like the photograph of Harkness they'd been shown by Agent Supervisor Megane. But Bott and Stephens relaxed after he explained he'd had his appearance altered by Odin's magic. By now, after all they'd seen, the two PSA agents were willing to believe that readily enough. There wasn't any question this fellow was actually Harkness, since he knew details concerning his life and position in the NSA that no scruffy Norseman could possibly have known.

"Well, sir, it's like this," Stephens explained, "we were sent on this mission to rescue you from the Krim pyramid. Unfortunately we lost most of our team members, we were betrayed by the other people with us-and we've been having severe equipment problems. But we're still here."

Harkness tugged his little beard. "Equally unfortunately, we can't get back."

"They'll send a back-up squad through," said Stephens confidently.

"Well, maybe," said Harkness. "As you must have figured out by now, that's harder than it sounds. But, in the meanwhile, well, I've established myself in a position of influence and power here. I could use some good, reliable American help. Are you boys with me?"

"Yes, sir!" they said together, glad to be back in harness.

"Good. It's a pity your cover got blown, but make some other kind of plan. Our ally here figures he can win this Ragnarok. He's gone hunting some allies of his own, after the last bit of news you sent about Surt."

The Krim hierarchies were expressed in terms which even the Krim device found confusing. Nonetheless, they knew who among them had ascendancy. Once there had been billions of Krim. Now… things were different. The Krim did not die, of course. Not in the conventional sense, as they had long since abandoned bodies. They… simply seemed to fade away.

They'd been unprepared for what they had lost with those bodies. This was what had driven them to explore millions of systems across the galaxy. The feelings and emotions were like fine wine to them, rich and rejuvenating wine. The flood of pain and rage energies in an event like Ragnarok would sustain the Krim for a long while. Long enough-if they could gather the life energies to sacrifice-to do it again. And again. There were few of the Krim left now. This planet and its Ur-worlds could sustain them until another probe found more life.