The Scent Of Shadows Part 38

I fired a shot past his head, the arrow whistling past his hairline before imploding the pictorial sign on impact. I was moving again before it hit. The Shadows cringed.

"Initiates can't scent out Shadows," the gorgeous hooker said, sounding unsure.

"Well, they don't have to if you're standing in plain sight, do they?" Vanessa answered. "I'd watch the gold horseshoe over your left shoulder. It's going to explode. Now."

I slammed the arrow home like I'd practiced it my entire life.

"And I'd drop your conduits if I were you," Hunter said once the dust and flame died again.

"No. You wouldn't."

"Then we all die." Hunter shrugged, like it was a small thing. "It's okay. Our initiates are anxious to prove themselves."

"Initiates are no match for star signs, and you know it. They try to rescue Warren and they'll all be dead before sunrise."

"Unless some of us are also star signs." I entered the clearing from the base of the Silver Slipper, the opposite direction from where I'd just fired. I smiled as the Shadows shifted. None of them had sensed me at all.

"Say h.e.l.lo to our new Archer."

"Then drop your conduits," I added, smiling.

"The Tulpa didn't say anything about a new agent of Light."

"Apparently they're on a need-to-know basis," Vanessa said to me.

"Too bad they needed to know. Now drop 'em." I drew back my notched arrow and sighted right between the middle woman's eyes. Mine narrowed as hers widened. She was the belly of the snake. Worse case scenario, they didn't drop their conduits and I cleaved the snake in half.

"You'll kill us if we drop them."

"We can't kill you," I said, and they looked surprised. "Ajax has our Bull. Our guns are at your temples, so to speak, but his is pointed at Warren and we want him back. Five Shadow warriors die, and it'll produce such a jolt of energy that he just might pull that trigger."

"Like dominoes," the man said. "You kill us and Ajax kills your leader."

I shifted, my arrow pointed between his eyes. "Just don't forget who dies first."

"She's new, but she does have a knack for summing up a situation." Hunter smiled like a proud papa. "Then again, she should. It's been prophesied that an Archer will rise to cast her shadow or, if you will, her light, over both sides of the Zodiac."

I looked at him. It had?

"The Kairos? A myth," the hooker scoffed.

"You mean the Tulpa told you it's a myth," Vanessa corrected.

"The legend is that the woman who bears both sun and moon inside of her will have to choose her allegiance. Like a fulcrum, her fate is not fixed. She begins by belonging equally to the day and night," the man said.

"Which means," added Dawn, "that we have as much chance of sp.a.w.ning the Archer as you."

"Is that what your manuals say?" Hunter said. "Interesting. Because ours tell us that one night in the season of Jupiter, eight Shadow warriors will infiltrate the Neon Boneyard, and battle there until dawn breaks over the Black Mountains. Some will die, but the rest will be given a choice to lay down their arms and live, the first time in history either side has offered a truce. If the Shadows don't accept, however, they die en ma.s.se, along with the warriors of Light. Either way, one star sign walks away. This marks the rise of the Kairos."

Hunter motioned to me, and I took a small bow, though more because he expected me to than out of any belief in what he'd said.

The Shadows looked at one another. Then the man said, "Prove it."

I glanced at Hunter. He shrugged. "Zell wants you to prove it."

So I squared on the Shadow agents, and without removing my shield, allowed my bones to rise from beneath the shroud of my skin, rearranging themselves on the surface; elongating, gleaming in the light of the full moon, revealing the face of my father. I blew him a kiss as I sucked the bones back in. It came out on a scalding wisp of breath, and I smiled prettily.

"s.h.i.t," one of the Shadows said softly.

The man behind Hunter lowered his ax, then tossed it on a pile of sc.r.a.p metal. Vanessa, in turn, folded her steel fan. Dawn removed her machete from Felix's middle, hand shaking, and threw it aside. Felix doubled over, clutching at his stomach.

"Felix!" Vanessa rushed to him.

"Oops," Dawn said, laughing. She shrugged at Vanessa's upturned glare. "Well, don't look at me. I did that before the deal was made. Though it was a good strike if I do say so myself."

"Get him to Micah," Hunter ordered Vanessa.

She gave a sharp nod, her face gone pale. "I'll catch up with you guys later."

"You can't come alone," Hunter argued, then jerked his head at the three Shadows. "This isn't all of them."

"Then wait for me."

"There isn't time."

Vanessa looked at the lightening sky, then back at him, frustrated resignation clouding her face.

"Bad luck all around," Zell said, shaking his head. "Was that in your manual too?"

Felix straightened long enough to slam a fist into the guy's mouth...then collapsed in a heap.

Vanessa caught him, gathered him up, and Hunter motioned for me to guard the Shadows while he a.s.sisted them to the base of the Slipper.

Zell chuckled, licking the blood from the side of his mouth, then turned to me. "Why the mask, sweet cheeks?"

"It's not a mask. It's a shield." I hesitated, then said, "My Shadow side won't allow me to enter the sanctuary without it."

"What happens if you try?" the wh.o.r.e-debutante asked, sounding genuinely curious.

"Same thing that happens to all of you. I get microwaved from the inside out."

They all shuddered.

Zell, whom I took to be some sort of leader, folded his arms as he studied me. "So if those two are going back into the sanctuary, and you and Hunter are going after Ajax, who's supposed to keep us all rounded up here like good little sheep? Those invisible initiates you were talking about?"

I shook my head. "They don't exist."

"I thought not," Dawn muttered.

"Don't worry," Hunter called down from the top of the slipper, "we have something far more frightening in mind."

Before the Shadows could ask what, Hunter called out, "They can come up now, Rena."

There was a moment when we all wondered what might exit the mouth of that slipper. This pause was followed by a deep internal rumble that had the Shadows glancing around them, looking ready to bolt. Zell caught me watching him, glared at my smile, and stayed put.

Seconds later two dozen children of the Zodiac tumbled out like ants pouring from the mouth of a mound. They were screaming gleefully, zipping to the far reaches of the boneyard and back, their faces alight, literally, with joy. Rena followed closely behind.

"I don't approve of this, you know," she said to Hunter. "It's past their bedtime."

"It's good practice for them," he replied, watching as more children tumbled over the Slipper. "Have they eaten?"

"Double chocolate banana splits and espresso. They'll be up all night."

"s.h.i.t," the woman next to me muttered again, squinting against the residual zips of light.

Little Marcus raced past me, his face an intense chocolate-smeared mixture of joy and determination. As he pa.s.sed the Shadow man he leaned in and gave a ferocious growl, his expression so fierce it sparked the entire boneyard to life. Zell cried out and covered his eyes with his arms.

Marcus, of course, thought this hilarious. He circled the Shadow warriors, leaning in and leering at them so that his face blinked on and off like a little bulb. The other kids, shrieking, began to do the same.

"Brilliant," I murmured, squinting even from within my mask. Like baby rattlers, the children's strength was in their inability to control their power. If the Shadows found the rest of us hard to bear, then the children's raw and undiluted power was insufferable. And the little vessels of pure light, I thought, smiling, could keep these Shadows immobile for as long as they wished. I heard a howl of pain as one of the kids poked their quarry in the stomach. Sparks flew as flesh met flesh.

"Linus! Stop that this instant! What did I tell you about torture?"

Hunter was suddenly beside me again. "You ready?"

I nodded, backing from the raucous melee and the cringing Shadow signs. "Guess we don't have to worry about these guys for a while."

"Don't worry. There will be more where we're going."

"The Hall of the G.o.ds," I muttered, following him toward dawn and another reality. Toward Valhalla.

27.

As we circled the casino, looking for the best place to stage our entrance and Warren's eventual extraction, the Strip was coming to life. Early morning joggers bounded up the near-empty streets, dodging slower pedestrians who'd emerged in quest of sunlight or breakfast buffets. Life, I thought, went on. I studied the building before us, the faux castle facade, the lush landscaping that surrounded it like a moat. It was no longer a mere casino, I realized, but a guarded fortress. And I was trying to scale its walls.

"I have an idea," Hunter said, and headed toward the casino. "Give me five minutes."

"Wait! You can't go in alone!" The Shadows, were they there, would scent him. And I was sure they were there.

He shrugged off my arm with an irritated jerk. "Just five minutes. Meet me at the main entrance."

It pa.s.sed like five hours. By the time I rounded the building from the street side, Hunter was already on patrol, dressed in a Valhalla security uniform and scanning the area intently. His back was to me, so I exhaled to let him know I was there. He whirled immediately, heading straight for me.

He was fearsome, even clothed as a mortal. His blueblack hair was no longer loose, slicked instead, and banded at the base of his neck. He had his warrior's face on, and though I knew who the game face was really for, the murderous look in his eyes still sent a chill down my spine. His whip was nowhere to be seen, but his mortal weapons were secured at his sides.

"Two guns?" I said, eyeing a holster on each side and a baton at his back.

"The Tulpa's paranoid."

The Tulpa wasn't the only one. I glanced behind me, staring down a senior citizen about half my height. I didn't like how exposed I felt on the street. And I could smell Hunter, his adrenaline and nerves as acute as smelling salts in my nose. "Let's go."

He shifted, and stepped in front of me.

"What are you doing? Move." I skirted around him. He stepped in front of me again.

"Act like we're arguing," he said.

Exasperated, I scowled at him. "We are arguing."

"I mean act crazy." I tilted my head, looking at him. He spoke again, through clenched teeth. "Give me an observable reason to detain you."

"I feel stupid," I muttered, but halfheartedly threw my arms up in the air. "Whoo-hoo!"

His large palm smacked my head so hard my teeth clattered.

"Ow! b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" I pushed away, but Hunter angled his body, giving me some slack and pulling me back, three times in quick succession. I finally realized he was making it appear I was struggling with him, and that it had worked. Our progression through the porte cochere was marked by several wary, if curious, sidelong glances. At the entrance, politely attended by a blank-faced doorman, I spotted a smoky half globe on the ceiling and knew that not everyone eyeing us was on the casino floor.

"I said take off the mask," Hunter said suddenly, loudly. He hadn't, of course, but I was up to speed now.

"f.u.c.k you," I said, placing one hand on my head as though to prevent its removal, pushing him away with the other. He twisted my arms behind my back and slapped cuffs on them.

"Hey!" The panic in my voice was real. I didn't like being cuffed, my conduit out of reach, but there was a warning in Hunter's eye and I stopped struggling so much. I knew there was no way a masked woman could get through Valhalla without being apprehended by hotel security. The outfit was one thing-it was Vegas, after all-but a mask was another.

I also knew that once detained, a suspected robber would be escorted to a holding room for interrogation, either by hotel security alone or in tandem with Metro. That's where I was headed now, though in this case the place Hunter was dragging me was precisely where I wanted to go.

Which got me to thinking. If hotel surveillance had caught me entering with my mask on, hadn't it also caught Hunter coming in off-shift, changing into a uniform, and escorting me to the back of the house? Wouldn't he be questioned about it later by those who worked for the Tulpa? And wouldn't the answers, ultimately, reveal his true ident.i.ty?

His entire life would be compromised, I thought, and the Zodiac troop would have no one on the inside of the Tulpa's organization. Again.

Of course, I knew Hunter had already thought of this. He was giving it all up, I realized, everything he'd worked for. His ident.i.ty. His life. The job that would help him infiltrate the Tulpa's organization.

For now, though, he was dragging me across the main casino floor, around slot banks and carousels, between bleary-eyed tourists who'd been at the tables all night and garishly flashing neon that seemed to me to say "Go back! Go back! Certain death lies ahead!"

We reached a pair of towering double doors and Hunter punched the handicapped access b.u.t.ton. They swung open automatically like a cavernous mouth opening to reveal Valhalla's bowels. Where the real work, both natural and supernatural, was done.

"Stay close. It's easy to get lost," Hunter said, his grip easing, his pace increasing. "There are no cameras back here, bad for morale, but there are eyes everywhere."

He turned left, then right, then a series of quick lefts. After the first two pa.s.sageways we saw no one, which was strange for a casino. Hunter gestured down a long corridor. "Loading docks are that way. Might be a possible escape route later, but I think the freight elevators are a better bet. Less traffic."

I looked at him. His face was drawn tight, as if strings were winging his features downward. "I can smell you," I said.

"I know," he said, and his voice was tight too. He wasn't sweating, but his scent reeked from his pores.