Bite Back Box Set 1

by Mark Henwick

  “Yes, but—”

  “The same helicopters that are going to lift the evacuees and attack team out, fly the charges in. Those charges can blow holes through yards of armored steel, so your underground building structures aren’t going to hold them. And no one in the next level down is going to be in much of a state to fight when whole ceilings start to disintegrate above them.”

  Bian joined us and tugged out the earphone she’d been using to listen in. “What about casualties in the Basilikos that you’re trying to evacuate?”

  I shrugged. “It’s a risky business. Those that are in the know might gather at the north end of the room, and the attackers concentrate on attacking through the south end. Shaped charges don’t spread.”

  “So how do you defend against this?” asked Marlon.

  “Having the Warders do their job to start with.” I was just being flippant, but Marlon didn’t like it.

  “The Warders have a complex job to remain neutral and keep the tensions from escalating. I have a high regard—”

  His cell interrupted him.

  “He’s the primary contact with the Warders,” whispered Bian while he was distracted. “Gets a bit defensive.”

  He was looking pale and sweaty rather than argumentative when he turned back to us.

  “I’ve got to handle this call in the office,” he said. “This has been…interesting, House Farrell. Thanks.”

  He went off on his crutches back up to the house. Bian frowned at his retreating back.

  “Okay?” I said.

  “He’s not healing quickly,” she said. “He seems unsettled. He gets even more upset than normal by the comments that everyone’s making about the Warders.”

  “It could be just the stress of the Assembly coming up.”

  “Hmm.” She sat down on a bench and crossed her legs. “He backs a plan to make the government of the Athanate a fixed, unaligned body based on the Warders. He has some good arguments, but it would never be strong enough. He doesn’t see that. He believes in the innate goodness of Athanate emerging if given the chance.” She made quote signs in the air.

  I laughed, which was unkind.

  “He’s a good man, Round-eye,” said Bian sharply.

  I sat beside her on the bench. I wasn’t going to argue it. He was a bit dour, but he was okay. For all their joking, his team respected him and that was a strong argument for me.

  She sighed. “Your attack analysis is pretty bleak. What’s your advice on defense?”

  “Knowing what’s coming can help. I’m assuming the attackers will be well trained for this type of operation. Much better than you’ve been trained to defend. So, if you can’t defend the perimeter and the house, don’t try. Have people hiding out in the woods with the right equipment to take down any helicopters that come in. And sufficient numbers to cut off the retreat of the lightly armed attackers. There’s no way the attackers will be able to carry enough shaped charges up that hill, so any attack that gets in the house is then in a trap. No way in, no way out.”

  “You make it sound so straightforward.”

  “The planning always is. But no plan—”

  “Survives contact with the enemy. Yeah, I can quote Clausewitz too.”

  I nodded. “Altau needs specialists to deal with this sort of thing. No offense, but you’ve kinda fallen asleep while the Assembly has kept the peace.”

  “Agreed and agreed. I need to get back. Thank you, Amber.”

  She walked off, distracted, and there was no teasing. Not even a kiss on the neck. Or was that teasing in itself? I really didn’t know with her.

  Outside, I spun the Jeep around and headed back. Talking tactics had given me a renewed sense of the space in me that the army had once filled.

  I didn’t have the comfort of my old army unit around me, and heading back for Denver, it felt like I was going into an operational hot zone. I wanted them at my back.

  Despite that, as soon as the octopus got some connections, I called Alex.

  “Hi, you good to talk?”

  “Er… Not really as fully as I would like, under the circumstances.”

  “You’re in someone’s office, aren’t you? And they can hear you.”

  “Yes.”

  I chuckled and told him what I would like to be doing to him at that very minute. In detail. I enjoyed it.

  “Yes, I see. I look forward to that,” he said. His voice sounded a little strained.

  “What time should I call you later?” I said sweetly. “I need to arrange where I get to meet the alpha.”

  “Speak again at seven.”

  “You got it.” I signed off, grinning.

  Mary and Liu were next on my list. That wasn’t so much fun. At least I got through to Liu rather than Mary. I said I would be at the Kwan by 6 p.m.

  I left a message for Jen. I would be back after 7 p.m.

  That left me the remainder of this afternoon to check whether the old bowling alley was a Hoben hideout. It would just be a drive-by today. I had transferred some of my armory from the Audi, but I wasn’t set up for any frontal assault.

  I was cutting it close, because I also had to go past José’s place in Lowry on the chance that he was still recovering from the gut wound he’d picked up on Monday. I needed to warn him that the FBI were onto Project Snakebite.

  And just one last check on Monroe Street. Sorry, Ben-Haim.

  José’s car was outside his house, and there was no one obviously watching his place. I cruised past a couple of times and went around the block. I knew I shouldn’t be cutting corners like this but I felt I was running just to stand still. I couldn’t afford the time to sneak over his fence at midnight.

  There was a mall on Quebec Street, a couple of blocks away from his house. I picked up envelopes and paper and wrote some notes, then played mailwoman.

  Luckily, it was José who came to the door.

  I held up the note that said: FBI tapping my phone—okay to talk?

  “The Lord may be watching you, brother, even now,” I said. “Can I interest you in attending a meeting?”

  He grinned and came out, pulling the door almost closed behind him.

  I’d never seen him in anything but a suit. He was in shorts and a hoody, with sandals on his feet. Comfortable, just a regular guy at home. He was favoring his side where he was wounded, but he looked relaxed for the first time I could remember. I hated bringing him this kind of news.

  “I did warn you about the feds,” he said quietly.

  “Yeah, you did. Look, José, they’ve gotten hold of something. I got a message on my voicemail asking if I knew anything about a project called Snakebite.”

  “Damn. Hold it right there.” He fished a cell from his pocket and dialed.

  “Wally? José. The game’s off, obviously… Yeah. Maybe next time.”

  He ended the call.

  I raised my brows. “Wow! Just like that? All prearranged? So I’m not the only paranoid one around?”

  “Yeah. That was Edmunds. Game’s off is code. Snakebite just disappeared.”

  “Hope it’s not too late.” I sighed. “Good to see you up and about, José, but I’m going to be out of sight for a few days. I’ll call you when I get back.”

  He grinned, lopsidedly. “Good to see you too. And I don’t want to know any details.”

  “Thanks.” We shook.

  “Take care,” he called after me.

  Like that was ever an option.

  It had been a warehouse at one time. Then a garage. Then a theme bar and finally a bowling alley. Lucky’s Lanes said the plastic signage, the loopy italic letters in faded red. Now it was derelict and boarded up, surrounded by heavy fencing and warning signs. A decaying monument to the spirit of misguided enterprise and poor naming choices.

  Railroad tracks ran along the back, and a cement contractor owned the two adjacent sites. Tucker had bought the place as an investment, knowing one or the other of the new businesses sited around would want to buy eventually.
They might, but too late for him.

  Matt had hacked the power utility’s servers and found out the place was being used for something. The car auction depot was not. Exactly what was happening here was a question for me.

  I was only scouting this time. I drove past, seeing the weeping of rust from nails making dark, sad trails down the boards, the flapping pieces of corrugated tin repairing holes in the roof, peeling signs, the whole air of dank desolation.

  And the brand new lock and chain on the gate. Crushed weeds on the lot. Tire tracks in the dirt.

  It was too light now, too many people around. I’d be back later.

  The house on Monroe Street was cold and empty, and the afternoon seemed a whole lot bleaker all of a sudden.

  Chapter 25

  The Kwan was open for business, as it was every evening. Liu’s assistant was teaching a class. He nodded at me and tilted his head at the back office. I wanted to join in, but obviously this wasn’t the time. I bowed to the group and made my way around them.

  Liu and Mary were sitting, waiting for me. There were mugs of plain green tea in front of them on the table, and a large pot. I sat opposite them and Liu handed me a mug, pouring me tea without a word. I wouldn’t have put it past them to be using the silence to try to unnerve me, but sergeants don’t get rattled that easily.

  I eyed them as I sipped, gave them the benefit of the doubt—it wasn’t a ploy. Liu didn’t go much for ceremony with his tea, but he liked to savor it quietly before getting down to business. Mary had adopted his Chinese habits. I wondered, as I had before, how they’d met and overcome their very different backgrounds.

  Mary was Arapaho, and a senior Adept, if Tullah was right. Liu’s family had arrived from China to build railroads and stayed to build a quiet, insular community. In addition to being my Shi Fu, my martial arts teacher, he’d often been the most reliable source of calming perspective on my life since I left the army. All without my saying so much as a word about the Athanate changes that had been taking place in me. I tried to look at him with fresh eyes. Was he an Adept too? It would sure connect some loose ends.

  “Yes, Amber,” he said. “I am an Adept.”

  Okay, so silence hadn’t spooked me, but reading my mind was a whole different ball game.

  “No paranormal ability was required to know what you were thinking.” He smiled slightly. “I’ve come to know you well in the time you’ve practiced here.”

  We sipped our tea. Mary sat expressionless while Liu and I exchanged a few comments about the Kwan.

  Mary placed her mug down on the table with a decisive click, and Liu and I turned to her.

  “My daughter doesn’t have the ability to cope with what she’s attempting,” she said. Mary was never someone who’d creep up on a subject.

  “You were the one who was asking me what I was doing when I was nineteen, Mary. I don’t know what she’s attempting, but is it more dangerous than what I did at that age?”

  “Very possibly.” Mary settled back in her chair, her eyes hooded. “This isn’t just about a mother’s ordinary concerns for her daughter.”

  “It’s because she works with an evil, corrupting Athanate?”

  “Stop trying to pick a fight, Amber.” Mary poured herself some more tea. “What do you know about her spirit guide?” she asked, looking up shrewdly at me.

  I snorted. “About as much as I know about mine.” Mary waited, so I went on. “She has a dragon. And that’s not on the approved list.” I was not going to tell her that Kaothos and I were on speaking terms. Or maybe, that I had begun dreaming that I was speaking to Tullah’s dragon.

  “Do you know why it’s not on the ‘approved’ list?” asked Mary. The stress she put on the word told me she didn’t like the description.

  “No,” I said, and helped myself to some more tea as well.

  “In China, a dragon would not just be on the approved list, but a cause for celebration,” Liu said. “Unfortunately, not here.”

  “Why there and not here?”

  “Because they are rare,” Liu said. “And extremely powerful. And very dangerous.” He paused. “In China, communities are formed around Adepts with dragon guides.”

  I frowned. Surely…

  “There are no other communities with dragon guides in America, Amber,” Mary said. “And, unlike the Athanate, we have no connections across the world.”

  “Well, make them,” I said, exasperated.

  “There will not be time,” Liu said with absolute finality.

  I shook my head. “You’ve lost me,” I said.

  “All spirit guides begin as incomplete, unsure,” Mary said. “Full of potential, but lacking direction and focus.” She stopped to squint at me, reached across and touched my forehead. “Your spirit guide has appeared to you?”

  “As a wolf cub,” I said. “This week.”

  Mary sighed and her head dropped. “More problems,” she muttered.

  Liu rested his hand on hers in support and she looked up again at me. “All Adepts who wish to use their spirit guides enter communities. These communities have other Adepts with spirit guides, either the same or related. The communities across America span all the common types and tap deep into the history of this land, the oral traditions, the ceremonies, the knowledge that nurtures the fledgling spirit guide.”

  “What you’re saying is the guide needs a guide?” I said.

  “Not in accessing the energy. In developing it. And in the correct use of the energy.”

  “Correct use? Some kind of moral guidance?”

  “Yes. But not just that, also awareness of the limitations of the channel, the human host,” Mary said.

  “So you think Tullah’s dragon might make her evil and burn her out somehow?” I laughed; surely not Tullah.

  Mary’s eyes flicked to Liu. “Yes.”

  Shit!

  “But how? Not Tullah. I mean, she’s as far as—”

  “It does not need a person to be evil to start with, Amber. It is power, and untrained, unrestrained power will create evil of itself.”

  “Has it—”

  “No, it has not started yet,” said Mary, and I felt a tiny spark of relief. Maybe there was still time. There must be something. “And it would be most subtle at first,” she went on. “We know the way of this.”

  “And what about me then? I can’t be accepted into your community. What about my spirit guide making me evil and burning me out?”

  “The wolf is not as powerful as the dragon,” Liu said. “No other spirit guide is. It’s unlikely the wolf will burn you out. But,” he sighed, “forgive me, with the presence of the Athanate, the powers of the Athanate and no supporting community…”

  “I’ll turn out bad. Mom always warned me.”

  “This is not a joke, Amber.”

  “Yeah, sorry.”

  It’s gotten to be kinda laugh or cry, guys. I already have Were and Athanate duking it out in my head and making it likely I’ll go rogue. Now I find out that Hana can achieve that all on her own. Think.

  Tullah’s case was more urgent. “So, why can’t the two of you provide a community for Tullah?”

  Mary and Liu exchanged a look. Liu took up the question. “We tried, as soon as we found out. But the dragon rejected us. She has developed this far in secrecy and isolation. She will not accept advice from us.”

  “We think this…this arrogance has spilled over into Tullah,” Mary said. “It is the first warning sign. Rejection of community.”

  Hmmm. Tullah had seemed on edge this week, but not exactly arrogant. And I thought Kaothos wasn’t rejecting community itself, maybe just theirs.

  “Not accepting Matt as a boyfriend didn’t help there,” I said.

  Liu looked embarrassed. “More my fault than Mary’s.”

  Yeah, dads and daughters. Nice that even the inscrutable martial arts master and Adept fell prey to the simplest of human reactions. And a weak ray of hope that the both of them might be overreacting here because i
t was their daughter.

  “Okay. Given you don’t have any links to Chinese Adept communities and there are no dragon guides around, how certain are you about all this?”

  “Tullah’s argument exactly. All we have is tradition from China that we have kept in our family,” Liu said.

  “Which warns of what?”

  “The last unrestrained spirit dragon swept whole empires away,” said Mary, “from China to the gates of Byzantium. Whole peoples were wiped out.”

  Liu fixed me with his stare. “It is very difficult to kill people with swords on this…industrial scale,” he said. “Imagine what can be done with more modern technology today.”

  I could imagine it indeed. I had seen it, far too close.

  “So what do you want with me? I won’t fight her and I’m not going to spy on her.”

  Mary ducked her head. Liu answered, “Be there for her, keep talking to us. I don’t mean behind her back. We want you to tell her you’re talking to us, and what you say. We need her to know we’re always here.” He paused. “Then, also, the dragon may listen to you,” he said quietly. “There is a little hope.”

  “But you believe I’m going to become evil. Why do you want me influencing your daughter’s spirit guide?”

  “You’re not there yet, Amber, and…”

  The pair of them exchanged looks again.

  “There’s something you want to tell me?” I prompted.

  Liu cleared his throat. “If Athanate are truly evil or not…we disagree on this in the Adept community. But there is hope. If you can form a link to her and we can form a link to you. There is hope. Maybe for both.”

  I rubbed my face in my hands. At some stage, I’d have to stop holding out on everyone, but it didn’t feel right telling them everything yet. I wanted to get out and let this percolate along with everything else that was happening. See if something smart might occur to me. But I had one question I wanted answered.

  “I know there are Athanate who are evil, but the Athanate in Denver don’t seem evil to me. What argument have you got that they are?”