Mind Magic (48 page)

“You think she did?” Rule asked.

Lily’s fingers were tapping her thigh. “She may not have needed to. The way the Unit is set up is so different from the rest of the Bureau. On an organizational chart, Unit Twelve looks like part of MCD, but if you read the fine print, the head of MCD has no authority over us. The director of the FBI does, but it’s largely limited to appointing or removing the person who runs the Unit. He can tell that person to remove agents from duty, but he can’t do it himself because the paperwork has to originate with office of the head of Unit Twelve.”

“Ruben didn’t remove himself from duty.”

“No, and this guy who’s taking his place is regular FBI. There’s a good chance he wouldn’t realize that when Ruben was removed from command, he wasn’t automatically removed from duty, too. He might not know that was up to him to do. And Ida wouldn’t point it out.”

Rule seemed excited about that possibility. So did Lily. They wanted to call Ida, but weren’t sure how to do it without the NSA listening in. Ida would be at work and that number was bound to be spied on, and maybe her personal phone was, too.

Normally Demi would have spoken up because that was her kind of problem. She didn’t. She was thinking again.

This problem was a lot harder. She didn’t like the answer she kept coming up with, but no matter how she looked at the data, she got the same thing. So she started listening again, hoping that someone would say something that changed the data. They didn’t. They’d decided there was no safe way to talk to Ida over the phone, so someone would have to go there in person to find out if Mr. Brooks had been relieved of duty or not. The question was who to send.

Demi sighed. No way around it. “Me. You need to send me. First, I’m the only one of us who knows Mr. Smith on sight. Second, it’s possible he’s used some of the Lodan potion himself, increasing the strength of his charisma Gift, which might be a problem for someone else—but his Gift doesn’t affect me. Third . . .” She sighed again. She did not like this part. “It might be important to stay in touch, and Lily can do that mindspeech thing with me even when there’s a lot of miles between us. We know that because she did it. Twice. She talked to me in my head and she heard me, too. We don’t know if she can do that with anyone else when they’re far away, and we don’t have time to find out.”

*   *   *

TWO
hours later, Demi was an agent of Unit 12 heading for Washington, D.C., in an old Buick. She’d had to tell Lily the name she’d been born with: Demi Alicia McAllister. She’d told everyone they could still call her Danny if they wanted to. She liked being Danny.

Mike had Changed back to being a man so he could drive and, when they got there, so he could explain to Ruben Brooks who she was and why Mr. Brooks should listen to her. Four brownies went with them—Dirty Harry, Mallum, and a pair of twins called Twix and Hershey. They’d named themselves after their favorite candies.

Rule had argued about sending her. That made her feel good. He made it clear he didn’t want to risk her, and he couldn’t protect her personally if she was in D.C. But he couldn’t come up with data that changed her reasoning, though he had made one good point. The brownie reservation was almost twice as far from Washington, D.C., as it was from where Demi had been when Lily mindspoke her before. They didn’t know if Lily would be able to reach her in D.C.

Still, Lily had a better chance of reaching Demi than anyone else. Like it or not, Demi had won the argument.

“You sure this gas gauge works?” Mike asked.

“I don’t know,” Dirty Harry said. “Do you know about gas gauges, Twix?”

Twix didn’t. Neither did Mallum or Hershey.

The car belonged to the brownies. Sort of. Who’d have thought brownies would have a car? They were too small to drive. A tourist had abandoned it in their parking lot a few months ago and they’d claimed it. Demi didn’t think they’d actually taken care of the paperwork to put it in their names, but it hadn’t been reported stolen. She’d checked. So it should be okay for them to take it to D.C.

They knew the car worked because, while they didn’t drive the car on roads, they did drive it, going around in circles in the parking area after the reservation was closed to tourists. Doing that involved two of them steering, two manning the brake and gas pedals, someone whose job was to shift gears, and someone else perched on the hood, calling out directions. Dirty Harry claimed that no one had been seriously hurt playing with their car. Sometimes Dirty Harry didn’t have a lot of sense.

Lily had practiced mindspeaking with her before they left. Several times. That was to get Lily used to finding her mind, and so Demi could get better at talking back to her. It seemed to work best if she spoke her response out loud and paid close attention to what she was saying. She still didn’t like the way mindspeech felt, but it wasn’t as creepy now that she knew it wasn’t Amanda talking in her mind. That was good. She was going to be experiencing it a lot because Lily would check with her pretty often.

Making Demi a Unit 12 agent was a fallback thing. Lily said the appointment wouldn’t stand up because she was underage. But for now, she was a law enforcement officer, an agent of the FBI, sworn to uphold the constitution of the United States. It thrilled her. If for some reason they weren’t able to connect with Ruben Brooks, she would try to arrest Mr. Smith herself.

She was hoping hard that they found Mr. Brooks.

“You’re sure quiet,” Mike said.

“There’s a lot to think about. I don’t understand why Lily didn’t make you a Unit Twelve agent, too.”

“Conflict of interest.”

“That’s what Rule said, but I don’t understand it.”

He gave her a small smile. “You’ll honor your duty. You may be a very new, very temporary agent, but you take it seriously, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“I can’t make the promise you did. I’m not going to follow anyone’s orders but my Rho’s, and my job is keeping you alive. If I have to violate the constitution to do that, I will.”

That made her stomach feel really weird. Not bad exactly, but weird. “I’m breathing, but I don’t feel like I’m doing it right. Do you think I’m having a new kind of panic attack?”

“Don’t.”

She put her hand on her stomach and paid attention to her breathing for a few moments. This wasn’t panic, she decided. It was what Lily called ordinary fear, only it was a really big big ball of ordinary fear because she was scared for so many people. For herself, sure. She didn’t want to die. But for Mike, too. In trying to keep her alive, he might get killed himself the way Saul had. Plus she was scared for Rule and Lily, who were facing some kind of attack from Mr. Smith back at the reservation. And the brownies. She was scared for them, too.

She had lots of friends now. She hadn’t realized that having lots of friends meant a much bigger ball of fear in her gut.

“I brought cards!” Dirty Harry called from the backseat. “We should play gin rummy. Not you, Mike, because you’re driving. Do you know how to play gin rummy, Danny?”

Demi swallowed. “Sure.”

“Better watch out,” Mike said. “Brownies cheat.”

“It isn’t cheating,” Dirty Harry said, “unless you get caught.”

FORTY

THE
conference room held five people when Edward Smith walked in with Greg—Sharon, Chuck, and Barry, plus a gray-haired woman and a young man with hair the color and texture of straw. Tom Weng wasn’t there. Most of them were talking. Voices ranged from anxious to angry to excited.

Smith’s lips were tight as he went to the head of the table. Barry pulled out the chair on his right and sat. Smith remained standing. One by one, the others fell silent. He let that silence drag out for a moment before saying, “Operation Retrieval is about to commence.” Before they could respond, he added, “That is not, however, why I asked you to come here.”

That startled everyone.

“You all know your tasks in Operation Retrieval. You don’t need me to tell you again what’s at stake or what part you play. Unfortunately, you do need another sort of reminder. We have accomplished some of our most important goals. Target Prime has been revealed for the inhuman monster that he is. Public opinion is shifting toward a more sensible attitude about werewolves, and Unit Twelve is virtually paralyzed. It will continue to degrade once we have time to turn our attention to other Unit Twelve agents. However, some matters have not proceeded as we intended.”

Smith shook his head, a schoolmaster unhappy with his students’ performance on a test. “Many of you seem to regard this as a crisis. Indeed, a few seem to be only a breath away from panic. Did you believe everything would unfold precisely according to plan? In what world does that ever happen?”

“This is more than a minor hitch,” the gray-haired woman said. Her voice was deep enough to pass for a man’s. “Target Duo has Demi. The two of them have escaped and we can’t find them. Target Tres is still missing, and we have to suspect she might be with Duo. And we are now out of time to look for them.”

“Target Duo is not superhuman,” Smith said dryly. “He’s not any sort of human. True, he’s likely to complicate matters. If I didn’t believe that, I wouldn’t have authorized the use of Cerberus. But realistically, what can he do? He has two useful skills and one significant resource. He can fight. He can summon other werewolves to fight with him. And he performs well on television.” A small smile. “He won’t be going on the
Tonight Show
anytime soon, though, will he?”

Some of the tension in the room eased. Barry actually chuckled. “Like to see him try.”

“Exactly. Let us look at the worst-case scenario. Assume that somehow Target Duo has managed to locate the dragon, which I think we all agree could only happen with help from the brownies. It’s unlikely that a bloody-minded werewolf and a timid, defenseless people like brownies would be friends, but for the purpose of our assumption, we will say that this is so. Perhaps Target Duo once rescued the brownie chief’s son from certain death and earned his everlasting gratitude.”

More chuckles greeted that sally.

“In this scenario, the brownies helped Target Duo escape the National Guard and—for some unguessable reason—made him aware of their other guest. I’m afraid I can’t come up with a story to explain how Duo then became aware of our plans. My imagination isn’t sufficient for that task.” His voice was very dry now. “Have any of you a better imagination?”

“Demi,” Chuck offered. “Something she told him made him suspect it.”

“What?” Smith asked pointedly. “I believe you were present at other meetings when we discussed what Demi knew or might guess. We concluded that there is simply no way she’s aware of Cerberus. She might have heard of the Lodan potion. It’s unlikely, given her ostracization from the children, but possible. Amanda might have said something to taunt—no, Sharon, don’t object. Amanda insists that she didn’t, but we all know the child is difficult to control. But it is quite a leap from hearing vaguely of Lodan’s existence to guessing at what we undertake in Operation Retrieval.”

The others gave Chuck slightly hostile looks. “Hey, I just wanted to cover all the possibilities,” he protested.

“That is one of the things we value you for,” Smith assured him. “Now, back to our scenario. I can’t explain why Duo might decide to risk his life, and perhaps those of his men, in defense of the dragon’s clutch. Unless one of you would like to suggest that the dragon is herself aware of us and our plans, and passed that on to Duo?”

Sheepish looks now.

“Good. Because my imagination truly falters at the prospect of explaining why, knowing about our intentions, she has done nothing.” Another look around the table. No one spoke.

He nodded. “We can conclude that Tom’s information about her was accurate. Still, in order to construct our worst-case scenario, we will factor even that into our assumptions—that Duo means to stop Operation Retrieval and gathers some of his men to oppose us. What happens then? Some of the troops we send will die.” He looked grave. “That would grieve us all. But even in this, the worst-case scenario, we will still accomplish our goal. He and whatever men he might call upon cannot, with tooth and claw, stop troops armed with M16s, grenades, and missile launchers.”

Tentatively, Barry spoke. “And Duo will be in real trouble then, won’t he? He’ll have killed U.S. soldiers.”

“Very true. Though we hope to avoid that outcome, if it should happen it only strengthens our position.” Smith smiled faintly. “Tom is, I suspect, the reason for some of your unease. He’s not one of us, however useful he has been. He’s contrary, arrogant, and he enjoys baiting people. That makes it difficult to have confidence in him, but I keep a close eye on Tom. Do any of you lack confidence in me?”

“Of course not!”

“—complete confidence—”

“Never!”

“—ridiculous. Of course we trust you.”

“We’ll follow you to the end, Edward. You know that.” That came from the gray-haired woman with the deep voice. “One thing does worry me, though. Your safety. Duo’s a born killer. We know that, even if the general public needed to be forcibly reminded of the fact. Because of Demi, he knows who you are. What’s to stop him from coming after you?”