Darkest Night - Smoke And Ashes Part 36

"What are you... ?"

"Shhh." Leah. Who'd worked with wizards before.

He concentrated. Nothing happened. He could feel the map waiting. Could feel the information he needed just beyond his fingertips. He concentrated harder, focusing power. He could do this. He had to do this. This is what I'm supposed to do. Wait.

Not do. He didn't do wizardry. He was a wizard. Something shifted and blue light spread out from his fingers pouring like water across the map. Then, suddenly a flare. And another.

And a burst of light.

Coughing and waving away streamers of smoke, Tony looked down at the light dusting of ash on the concrete floor. "I think I'm going to need another map."

The four of them stared down at the pattern of little burns on the second map. Bad news, there were a lot of them. Maybe he was p.i.s.sed about losing so many demons, but Ryne Cyratane was definitely motivated. Good news, most of the burns were very faint. Only three were significantly darker than the rest.

"What's it mean?" Lee asked, arms folded.

"If it worked..." Tony rocked back off his knees, picked up the map and stood. "... it means there's a lot of weak spots building at the same rate, and when they break through..."

"Wall-to-wall demons," Jack finished grimly.

Leah shook her head. "That can't be right. Henry's book said the Convergence had a limited amount of energy."

"Atomic bombs have a limited amount of energy," Jack snorted. "You need to define limited."

"We know for sure that Ryne Cyratane wants you dead and his gate open," Tony reminded her over the upper edge of the map.

"I'm guessing he's working the convergent energy to create a lot of weak spots, so he can send through a whole bunch of demons at once, figuring at least one will get through me to you."

"And these darker ones?" Lee tapped the back of the map where the darker burns showed through.

"Best guess; they're distractions. I figure these guys won't be after you, they'll be free agents. If even one gets through, it'll start rampaging through the lower mainland and keep me too busy to close the multiple weak points before they open."

Arms folded, Leah sighed heavily. "That's one complicated a.s.sumption there, Tony."

"He's smarter than he looks." Jack gently pushed the top edge of the map down and stared at Tony. "Now, let's fill in the blanks.

Who is Ryne Cyratane?"

"He's a Demonlord."

"Tony!"

Whoa. If looks could kill. "Jack's involved in this, Leah. He has a right to know." Still holding the map, he jerked his chin toward the actor. "You told Lee, and he's less involved."

"Whose fault is that?" Lee muttered.

"You're a civilian," Jack snapped. "Tony had every right to try and keep you safe."

Lee took a step forward, chin up. "He's a civilian!"

"He's a wizard!"

"He has no secrets," Tony sighed. "Leah?" He didn't need her permission, but he didn't want a fight either.

She dropped to the end of the chaise and crossed her legs. "Fine. Whatever."

"Ryne Cyratane's a Demonlord who used Leah as a part of a gate spell more than three thousand years ago and, if he kills her, he gets to come back."

Jack turned toward the chaise. "You're three thousand years old?"

Her turn to sigh. "More or less."

"You look great!"

The dimples made a brief appearance. "Thank you." "If he kills you, he gets to come back?"

She spread her hands. "The gate opens."

"I'm guessing it's going to take more than a yellow rope to hold this guy?"

Tony shrugged. "From what I've seen, it depends on what part you're holding."

Chapter Eleven.

"ALL RIGHT, THIS is what we're going to do." They'd moved across the soundstage to Adam's office-three wooden stacking tables arranged in an L shape, a home for unavoidable union forms, the battery chargers, and a decapitated head from episode three that the IAD had grown inexplicably fond of. Tony carefully moved a stack of ACTRA forms and spread out the map.

"These three spots..." He tapped the darker burns. "... have to be closed fast, so I can get as many of the rest shut before the s.h.i.t hits the fan. The Demonlord knows there's a wizard on this side, but he doesn't know about you lot and he doesn't know that the residue in the studio is drawing his demons. Those two things might give us an edge."

He glanced around at the world's best chance to remain demon free. CB and Amy, Lee, Jack, and Leah. And Leah was pulling double duty as probable cause. They were watching him like he knew what he was doing, and he could only hope they weren't delusional.

"We'll break up into three teams. Amy and CB, Jack and Lee. Leah stays with me because she's safest there even if it turns out this lot's not after her, just here for general, all-purpose mayhem. We'll go to this spot here..." He tapped the map. "... closest to the studio and shut it down. The rest of you, you're my eyes and ears. CB, you and Amy will go here, due south down Boundary to North Fraser Way."

"South to north," Amy snickered. When everyone turned to stare, she shrugged. "Well, I thought it was funny."

Amy had come from the office with CB and refused to leave. "Either I'm in or not, and after last night, the train to not has left the station." Reluctantly, after he'd figured out what the h.e.l.l she was talking about, Tony'd agreed.

"Jack, you and Lee are heading out almost to Simon Fraser." It was insane, completely and absolutely insane for Lee to be a part of this given that metaphysical energy looking for a home seemed to consider his body prime real estate. It really p.i.s.sed Tony off that his I don't want you involved had been canceled by one you should stick around from Leah. He was trying to keep Lee safe. She just liked having attractive men around. And, okay, he liked looking up and seeing Lee on the other side of the table, too, but he'd also seen Lee on his knees screaming, tortured by the dead to force him to cooperate, and he never wanted to see that again. He'd stuff Lee into a closet and lock the door-f.u.c.k the symbolism-if it was up to him. But it wasn't.

"The burn's showing in this industrial park here off Eastlake Drive. It's late enough that there shouldn't be anyone around."

"So no one out there except us to get eaten," Jack put in.

"No one gets eaten," Tony snapped. "It's entirely possible that nothing will happen tonight, but..." He raised a hand and cut Amy off before she could speak. "... if it does, get clear and then call me, and I'll haul a.s.s back to the studio instead of heading out to the next weak spot."

"We'll all haul a.s.s back to the studio."

Heads nodded at Jack's statement.

Previous Contents Next"Fine." A grudging admission that he couldn't stop them. "But don't go charging in until I'm here. Jack, you know how hard it is to take one of these things down." Jack nodded reluctantly as Tony continued. "We go after them with everything we have, or we leave them alone. You go in without metaphysical backup, and these things could take you out like that!" He snapped his fingers and something large hit the floor on the far side of the soundstage with a sustained crash.

After a long moment of silence, CB folded his arms. "Mr. Foster."

"I didn't do it!" He frowned. "At least I don't think I did it."

"Well, this is filling me with confidence," Leah muttered as Jack pulled his gun and moved to check it out.

"Maybe I should..."

CB laid a heavy hand on Amy's shoulder. "You should let the police handle it."

"Chairs!" Jack called, heading back. "A pile of those metal folding chairs fell over."

"They were stacked pretty high," Lee recalled. "Last couple of days, Adam's been talking about restacking them before they fell."

"Coincidence," Amy snorted. "No boogeymen in the shadows?" she asked as Jack rejoined them at the map.

"Not that I saw."

"But you wouldn't see them, would you? Was I the only one who heard skittering?" She glanced around the group. "Okay, I guess I was."

"Can we just deal with the trouble we know we have instead of looking for more?" Tony sighed. "Or are three demons not enough for you?"

Lee raised his hand. "Enough for me."

"Thank you. When Leah and I finish closing the first weak spot, we'll join CB and Amy and then, when we're done there, head east. Remember, if anything happens, don't try and be a hero, just call me."

"The whole 'you shall not pa.s.s' thing always ends badly," Amy added, shrugging a plaid plastic raincoat on over a black hoodie.

"Isn't that what you're telling these things, Tony? That they shall not pa.s.s?"

He turned to Lee, intending to deny it, and heard himself say, "Yeah."

"And if it ends badly for you?"

"I'm hoping for weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Joke," he added when no one seemed to appreciate the humor. "If it ends badly for me, throw everything you have at keeping Leah alive. The h.e.l.l with secrets, the h.e.l.l with not causing ma.s.s panic. Ma.s.s panic sucks less than ma.s.s slaughter."

"Do we know there'll be ma.s.s slaughter?" CB asked.

He sounded as though he was requesting confirmation so that he could hire enough extras to make ma.s.s a valid description, but it was still a good question. Tony let Leah answer it.

"Demons gain power from each life they take, and there are a lot of lives crammed onto the lower mainland." Her right hand lay against the tattoo, her left pushed her hair back off her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Enough lives for a satisfactory number of worshipers with plenty left over to spend on other things. Also," she added, the words gaining emphasis, "since any ma.s.s slaughter will start with my slaughter, I'm all in favor of stopping it." "Start with?" Amy was on the words like a terrier.

Right. Amy didn't know that Leah was the Demongate.

"CB.".

The producer nodded. "I'll give her the new information in the car."

Jack folded his arms, leather jacket creaking as he ignored the exchange, his attention locked on Leah. "People are a lot more powerful than they used to be," he pointed out flatly.

"True," she acknowledged. "And you may have powerful enough weapons to stop him, but don't think for a moment that with this many lives to feed on, he'll be the only one coming through an open gate. The last time, he was called and the gate was destroyed behind him. This time, he'll control it."

"And we already know that Demonlords have demon minions," Amy put in, shifting her weight back and forth, heel to toe. "He could, like, throw them at the military while he feeds and gets too strong to stop. Then the only option would be a surgical nuke.

Pow! Hundreds of thousands more die, radiation spreads, one of his minions escapes the blast and absorbs the radiation and mutates so that nothing..."

CB returned his hand to her shoulder, cutting off the flow of words. "I don't like the thought of leaving the studio unprotected," he growled.

Tony didn't much like the thought either. Even if he knew where to send the bill, it seemed ethically questionable to charge for saving the world, so he'd really like a job to come back to on Monday morning. However, if he had to choose between a building and warm bodies... "I don't want anyone out there alone."

"Perhaps I can help with that."

Lee, Amy, and Jack jumped; Jack's hand dropped to his gun. Leah looked like nothing much surprised her anymore. CB looked unimpressed. Tony tried not to give in to nerves and snicker.

"Where the h.e.l.l did he come from?" Jack demanded as Henry walked up to the table and studied the map. "No one moves that quietly."

"Clearly, someone does," CB told him as Tony started in on the highlights of what Henry had missed.

When he finished, Henry nodded. "I'll stay here. If unnatural rope works on all demons, I can work on securing anything that might show up until Tony arrives to deal with it."

"More metaphysical backup," Jack announced almost too quietly to hear. And then he point-blank refused to explain what he meant, cheeks flushing as Henry caught his eye.

Tony could see that CB wanted to say he'd stay behind. It was his studio, and he was, in his own way, as possessive as Henry. But he was smart enough to know he couldn't do what Henry could, and so he said nothing. That pretty much proved he knew what Henry was, but Tony found he didn't much care. Sometime in the last couple of days, he'd gotten over it. h.e.l.l, if CB wasn't big enough for them to share, no one was.

"Let's go." He folded the map and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. "Those three holes were almost burned through. We don't have much time."

"I thought you said that nothing should happen tonight?" Amy reminded him.

"Yeah, well." Tony shrugged. "I was trying to raise morale. And nothing should. Maybe. But we probably still don't have much time." "Have you any idea of what's going on?"

"Bite me."

Amy flipped him off and headed for the door. "Be vewy vewy quiet," she muttered as Jack fell into step beside her. "We'eh hunting demons."

Jack did a pa.s.sable Elmer Fudd laugh.

"Mr. Groves will be by later," CB told Henry as he followed.

Lee opened his mouth. Closed it. Sighed and finally said, "I'd be better at this if I had a script."

Since that was pretty much a given, Tony said nothing.