Maria had never known that such luxury could exist outside of BTL sims. The leather interior of the Mitsubishi Nightsky cocooned her body perfectly, making her forget her exhaustion, her worries, and the decreasingly painful throbbing bruise on her hip. The provided infant carrier fit Stan similarly well, and he even started cooing during the course of their otherwise soundless ride.
Ruby: Why can’t we always be hired by these guys?
Jinx: I think we have been. Remember that datasnatch two years back?
Ruby: That was SK? I thought it was... ooooh. They’re very good.
Maria: What do you mean?
Ruby: They used a number of shell companies; Jinx just sent me the schematics. It was about five layers deep; I guess they use that construct for better plausible deniability.
Maria: They are why you never cut a deal with a Dragon.
Ruby: True. Lofwyr has never been known to be straightforward, and you don’t become head of the largest corporation on the planet by treating the mortals well.
Jinx: All the more reason to be careful during these negotiations.
Maria: Think we’ll get to meet him?
Jinx: Not sure I’d want to if I could.
The ride took them through downtown, and it was all Maria could do not to have a detached, separate view of the Metahuman throngs surging through the streets in the hustle and bustle of Seattle’s normal nightlife. She idly wondered if, when Lofwyr took this ride himself, he saw just so much cattle, a herd to be manipulated, bought, sold, and ultimately slaughtered for his own goals. The cattle never saw it coming, and never understood what was happening to them. Did she honestly think she had a chance to negotiate with such a being?
The Nightsky pulled into a garage in a very well-secured area of town. Not, Maria noted, in the SK enclave, but somewhat outside of it. Perhaps owned by a subsidiary? The car came to a smooth, silent stop, and the doors opened with a barely audible whoosh. She set to unbuckle the baby while Jinx and Ruby clambered out of the vehicle. Jinx made a show, in meatspace, of needing a walker, but Maria was fairly sure he could walk without assistance. Ruby played the part of solicitous helper in an act that the two of them had worked out long ago. While they ran through their routine, Maria strapped Stan across her chest in a large baby carrier, facing out. She’d hoped that this arrangement would serve two purposes: act as a shield for her, and act as confirmation for their employer that the baby was still alive. She wasn’t sure which was more important.
Ruby: Just two businessmen.
Jinx: One businessman, one helper.
Maria got out once they were done and saw the pair immediately. She understood Jinx’ correction. One man’s broad, confident posture and angular features practically radiated power; the other was not unattractive, but he faded into the background. The two ambulances had apparently been routed elsewhere; Maria hoped that they wouldn’t need Samson’s expertise. She set her eyes and ears to transmit to the group’s WAN. She didn’t want any distractions for a realspace negotiation, so she blocked text messages.
“Mr. Enterich?” Maria brushed an errant strand of her naturally blonde hair out of her face, settling her face into an easy grin. For some reason, she’d found that this gesture put powerful men at ease, let them think she had never really negotiated before.
The larger man, who must have been Mr. Enterich, closed the physical gap between the two groups, his aide/secretary following in his wake. His gold-green eyes scanned the
group almost perfunctorily before settling on Maria, his long, platinum-blond hair bunched loosely in a ponytail behind his head. On some men of his stature, this hair would look almost feminine, as if he were trying too hard. On this man, the hair, his mane, extended his presence throughout the space he occupied. “I’m sorry, we haven’t had the pleasure of full introductions. Ms. Jacquard kept the details of her operations strictly confidential. I don’t imagine she planned for this contingency.”
Or perhaps you did, Maria thought. “I suppose not. You may call me Maria Oklahoma, and these are my associates, Ruby and Jinx.” No handshakes. It would not be polite to find the sheathed dagger up someone’s sleeve in a meeting like this, especially since they all had them, even the old man who couldn’t walk.
“My pleasure. Ms. Oklahoma, we find ourselves in a bit of a situation. The child, as you’ve noted, requires certain... attention, above and beyond a normal infant.”
“Are you referring to his sharp horns and acidic piss?”
Mr. Enterich smiled slightly. “No, more that he appears to be the target of such lethal attention. Although I’m sure those other factors have made for an interesting day, to be sure. But it does seem that you have coped with both more than adequately, which leads me to my proposition.”
He peered closely at Stan, who drooled and shook his hands and feet.
“This baby... Mr. Oklahoma, do you know anything about this baby?”
“Nothing other than that you want him alive, and that some very well-funded, well-equipped, and well-trained people appear not to.”
“Are you sure?” He raised a perfectly groomed left eyebrow.
“About?”
“Do they want him dead? I’ve reviewed the footage we were able to recover and it does not appear that they want him dead. Instead, it looks like they want him alive. After all, they had enough firepower to take out a heavily armed and armored panzer assault vehicle, but they didn’t do the same to your van.”
“True. So, it seems that you want him, and someone else wants him.”
“And it never occurred to you to contact them?” He watched them carefully. He made eye contact with her, briefly, and she felt a roaring in her ears and a strong compunction not to lie to this powerful, handsome man.
Handsome? Where had that come from? The feeling left her almost as immediately as it had hit her, drained out through her chest. Mr. Enterich’s left eyelid twitched.
“To what end? They’ve shown no problem in killing to get what they want. What guarantee do we have that they wouldn’t do the same to us?”
“You have killed as well, my dear.” Now his slight smile patronized her, chastising her for her simplicity.
She saw the manipulation clearly, and kept her cool. “Of course. They kidnapped. We retrieved the child, and while we can’t restore him to his parents, we can at least give him to next of kin. That’s our job, what we were hired to do.”
The smile cracked into a large, almost predatory grin. “And what if you were hired to keep the child for a while longer?”
“Excuse me?”
“You mentioned next of kin. I should explain the relationship that I had with Lady Venom and Sidewinder, Stan’s parents. They were in my employ.”
“That... actually explains quite a bit.”
“Sidewinder?” Ruby piped in. “Sidewinder’s amazing! The hack he pulled off at Aztech...” She let her enthusiasm dwindle under the twin stares of Enterich and Maria.
“Just so,” said Enterich. “I had them on a standing retainer, for I often found that I had need of their particular talents fairly frequently.”
“They worked for you exclusively?”
“They did, along with Ms. Jacquard. You can see why she went to the lengths that she did; this business is very personal to her, as Venom and Sidewinder were her comrades, as were the twins.”
“So you’re proposing... what, exactly?”
“I find myself in need of talented bodyguards for Stan. The obvious candidates– his parents– clearly can’t take up the cause, and his godmother is incapacitated for at least a month, or so I’m told. You have already proven to be extremely resourceful and capable, and I would like to extend our arrangement.”
“For how long?”
“For at least as long as it takes Ms. Jacquard to recover, possibly longer.”
“Where would we be doing this?”
“I would suggest that you leave Seattle. Beyond that, while I do need to have some knowledge of where you are in case you need backup, specifics aren’t important. What is important is that the location be distant enough, and perhaps obscure enough, that our enemies won’t think to look for you there.”
“They’ve already sent some fairly well-armed squads after us. Can you tell us more about who they are, or why they want Stan?”
“I have my suspicions, but nothing concrete. As for why they want Stan, I believe the reasons are twofold. One, they want him because I want him, and they have reason to believe that I will pay large amounts of money for the boy. They are clearly correct about that, but I have no desire to pay those who would extort from me. Two, if they are employed by the individual I believe they are employed by, Stan’s parents ran a number of operations that directly harmed his interests.”
“So having the boy and killing his parents represent a win-win for this enemy of yours. Can you tell us who is the focus of your suspicions?”
“I don’t wish to cast aspersions without proof; suffice it to say, if I had it, I would find some definitive way to deal with the problem.”
“Fair enough, but can you tell us what kind of muscle he tends to hire? Should we be expecting more of the same?”
“I’d guess so, although, if he is who I think he is, you may start seeing more magical attacks thrown into the mix.”
“What’s the pay?”
“Substantial. My thinking is that the rate that Ms. Jacquard worked out with you should be sufficient.” Maria almost let her surprise show. Enterich had no idea about the terms of the deal they had with Jacquard. She could practically taste the pull of an ebony credstick. Still, Jacquard would probably wake up in the not too distant future.
“She worked out a one-time deal with us, 50k downpayment and 80k on the back.”
“So, let’s take that combined amount, and pay that to your team on a monthly basis.”
“We’ll need a down payment.”
“100k up front.”
“You’ll understand if I have to confer with my team.” Inside, she jumped for joy– this job was the ticket to the big leagues. No more waiting to hear from two-bit fixers like Jonesy, but a solid connection with a Johnson like Enterich would clearly be extremely lucrative.
“Of course. But I should say that we’ll need to conclude our business quickly. I do not know what kind of resources are being gathered to acquire the baby.”
Maria nodded to Enterich and switched her text messaging back on.
Ruby: Sorry for blurting like that, but Sidewinder? The man is (well was) a legend! I’d heard that he was actually a technomancer myself. You know, able to deck without a deck?
Maria: Ruby, focus. The deal. I think it’s a good one, and I’m inclined to take it.
Ruby: You are? You’ve never seemed the settle-down type.
Maria: There once was a time... but anyway, a steady paycheck of that magnitude is more than enough to convince me to settle down for a bit.
Jinx: Well, if you’re doing it, I’m doing it too. You don’t know crap about kids.
Maria: I did do some studying once...
Jinx: Yeah, yeah. That was the first diaper you ever changed, right?
Maria: Right. OK.
Ruby: That’s a lot of scratch. Where should we go?
Maria: Samson? You and Pablo listening?
Samson: We are.
Pablo: Yeah.
Maria: Baby! You’re awake!
Ruby: D’aww.
Pablo: They have us surrounded, with very big guns. I think Enterich just gave you the carrot; killing us might be the stick.
Ruby: Guess this is why you never deal with a Dragon. We don’t really have a choice, do we?
Maria: So are we all OK with this?
Ruby: y
Jinx: y
Samson: y
Pablo: Yes, only because I don’t want to get shot. But I don’t like this.
Samson: Money not good enough to hold you down? Those guys aren’t really threatening us.
Pablo: I just don’t like feeling bullied into this.
Maria: Wait. Are they really surrounding you with guns out?
Samson: No, he’s exaggerating. There are three guys here, and they’re pretty nice.
Pablo: But they’re armed.
Ruby: Such a whiner!
Maria: Fine. Any ideas where we should go?
Jinx: Rural Pennsylvania.
Samson: What?
Pablo: What? Jinx, you do know that they don’t like our kind out there, right?
Jinx: Says you. But think about it-- any kind of large group moving against us would be obvious. Here in the city, they can pounce on us before we know what’s up; a panzer or a kill squad show up in a town with a population of 5,000, and you’d bet people notice.
Maria: Yeah, but they’d notice us, too. Who’s to say they won’t rat us out?
Ruby: C’mon, Maria, aren’t you able to bribe a few people?
Pablo: I really don’t like this idea.
Jinx: Got a better one?
Pablo: No. Doesn’t mean there isn’t one, though.
Maria: Well, from what I can see about this deal, we can move if we have to. I’m going to go for it. OK?
Pablo: Fine.
Maria rolled her eyes; she could feel his pout starting already.
Jinx: I’m in.
Ruby: Should be interesting. Samson: Not sure what’ll happen, but I’m game.
“Mr. Enterich, you have a deal. How should we move the kid?”
“I’m glad you asked. I took the liberty of fashioning a small charm for the boy; it should mask his outward appearance, even to security cameras. It won’t change his weight, his strength, or his... dietary needs, but it will make him pass for Human.” Mr. Enterich held a small blue pacifier tied to a small rope. The rope had a clip on the other end, apparently for attaching to clothes.
“May I?,” he asked, looking at Maria and holding his hands up.
She wordlessly leaned forward, and Enterich fastened the clip to Stan’s collar.
Stan immediately shrank to the size of a Human infant, but retained his bright blue eyes. Maria ran a hand over his head in wonder. She was no longer afraid of getting gouged by those horns, but his smaller shape coupled with no change in weight meant that his baby carrier was now too large and maladjusted. There was some irritated screaming as she pulled on straps and rearranged his arms, but soon Stan’s head was back above the top of the edge of the carrier.
“I’ve done my best to make sure that the magic should grow with him, but I can’t be sure it will work for more than a month or two. In the meantime, you and your team should take the opportunity to lay low. Do you have a destination in mind?”
“Philadelphia. We’ll be leaving the city for a place nearby; I have a pretty solid idea of where we’ll be headed.”
“In that case... Mr. Caruthers?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Please arrange for commercial transport for the team to take the tomorrow afternoon flight to Philadelphia, and provide the down payment via five certified credsticks. Split evenly, I assume?”
Maria nodded wordlessly.
“In the meantime, please feel free to use this facility to sleep and prepare as necessary. Also, it looks like there are at least two members of the team with implants, plus one of the members in the ambulance, correct?”
Ruby looked quizzically at Jinx, who shifted uncomfortably. Mr. Enterich noticed and quickly corrected himself, “That is, the three of you here, plus one of your other comrades. We’ll need to get you permits to carry those, but I don’t think that you’ll be allowed to carry weaponry. I believe that commercial air transport with a Human infant will draw less attention than if Stan were in his original state, or if I were to try to move you via private plane. Private planes and cross-country panzer runs are noticed. Flying by a jumbo jet is not.”
Maria stared at Mr. Enterich, dumbstruck at the sudden change in the team’s fortunes. Just last week, they’d been excited to get a job that was a quarter of the down payment for this one. Now, their Johnson dismissed hiring a panzer as being too obvious, rather than too absurdly expensive. She could feel the elevation, and just hoped that any drop would be graceful.
Enterich misinterpreted her glance as a question, and gave another self-deprecating chuckle. “Business class, of course. But if I may?”
Maria nodded, not sure she could speak.
“You’ll want to get some more clothes. The acid holes on your shoulder don’t really do you justice.”