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on Earth."
"Kell has already informed me," Opal sighed. Today, she'd left her long, black hair loose, and it hung in straight, shining swaths to her waist. She shoved part of it impatiently behind an ear and studied the tablet in front of her—it held information she'd passed on to us.
"For now," she lifted her eyes to meet ours, "We've been instructed to stay away from Peru. The bordering countries—those we can visit, except for Colombia. Word from the President is that this is a delicate situation the State Department should handle."
"What's going on with Colombia?" I asked.
"They're working on a private treaty with Peru. Money may be involved," Opal replied. "They've refused an envoy from our State Department, and the Colombian Ambassador has already declined to meet the Secretary of State. The last I heard, he was packing to move back home."
"Have you met with the Secretary of State?" Kory asked.
"Yes. Secretary of Defense Hunter thinks Secretary of State Hinson is an idiot, but he didn't come right out and say it. The President is siding with State for now, unless something blows up first."
"Something already blew up—in California," I pointed out.
"Yes, but we have yet to officially place blame." I could see that Opal wasn't happy about that. "For now, all fingers point to US citizens—Laurel and James Rome. We reported James as having died in the fire at his LA home, and Laurel as missing and possibly out of the country, but that's it. It still leaves Jamie as a guilty party—making him temporarily dead was the best I could do."
"So we can't convince them that Jamie had nothing to do with this?"
"Have you ever tried to convince a mundane human of the existence of other worlds and races other than human?" Opal's right eyebrow lifted. "The ones who say they believe are labeled as nuts and crackpots. They don't have real information to produce, so there's no good way to convince anybody."
"Well, no. And some of those races don't want to be outed anyway," I said.
"Very true. I can't get different species of shifters to agree on anything, let alone come out of the jungle or the cave."
By her statement, I knew Opal had attempted to unite the shifters. Perhaps was still trying to do so. Gran always said in a room full of twenty people, at least eighteen would have differing ideas on how to accomplish the same goal. The last two were probably in bed together and felt obligated to agree with their partner.
Gran wouldn't wait for the State Department to give the okay to go to Peru. This was something I'd have to think about, before siding with anyone.
"We still don't know what they were lobbing at Kory," I said. "In California. If those were magical blasts, he should have nullified them. That's what our kind does."
"Non-magical weapons," Kell considered my words. "That makes sense, but what sort of non-magical weapons would have an impact on your kind? Anything made on this world?"
"I'd say it would take a really big weapon, and I have to tell you, those blasts were coming from everywhere," Kory said. "Every time I went toward the location of the last firing, I'd be fired at from another direction."
Kell went still for a moment.
"Director, may I see you in private?" he asked, surprising Kory and me.
* * *
Opal
"You're sure of this?" I asked. I should have known better. There was no subterfuge in Kell's eyes or his expression.
"Yes. Those two—they've had the construction plans for millennia. I suspect this is a testing ground for their initial efforts at building these machines."
"Deris and Daris Arden," I raked fingers through my hair. I'd left it loose that morning, because— because I was seeing Kell . I may as well be honest with myself on that, at least.
As for a Fifth-level warlock and a Fourth-level witch building some of the most destructive weapons another world had produced; that was worse news than I expected. No wonder Kory was turning in circles, attempting to combat them. In fact, a
"Kell has already informed me," Opal sighed. Today, she'd left her long, black hair loose, and it hung in straight, shining swaths to her waist. She shoved part of it impatiently behind an ear and studied the tablet in front of her—it held information she'd passed on to us.
"For now," she lifted her eyes to meet ours, "We've been instructed to stay away from Peru. The bordering countries—those we can visit, except for Colombia. Word from the President is that this is a delicate situation the State Department should handle."
"What's going on with Colombia?" I asked.
"They're working on a private treaty with Peru. Money may be involved," Opal replied. "They've refused an envoy from our State Department, and the Colombian Ambassador has already declined to meet the Secretary of State. The last I heard, he was packing to move back home."
"Have you met with the Secretary of State?" Kory asked.
"Yes. Secretary of Defense Hunter thinks Secretary of State Hinson is an idiot, but he didn't come right out and say it. The President is siding with State for now, unless something blows up first."
"Something already blew up—in California," I pointed out.
"Yes, but we have yet to officially place blame." I could see that Opal wasn't happy about that. "For now, all fingers point to US citizens—Laurel and James Rome. We reported James as having died in the fire at his LA home, and Laurel as missing and possibly out of the country, but that's it. It still leaves Jamie as a guilty party—making him temporarily dead was the best I could do."
"So we can't convince them that Jamie had nothing to do with this?"
"Have you ever tried to convince a mundane human of the existence of other worlds and races other than human?" Opal's right eyebrow lifted. "The ones who say they believe are labeled as nuts and crackpots. They don't have real information to produce, so there's no good way to convince anybody."
"Well, no. And some of those races don't want to be outed anyway," I said.
"Very true. I can't get different species of shifters to agree on anything, let alone come out of the jungle or the cave."
By her statement, I knew Opal had attempted to unite the shifters. Perhaps was still trying to do so. Gran always said in a room full of twenty people, at least eighteen would have differing ideas on how to accomplish the same goal. The last two were probably in bed together and felt obligated to agree with their partner.
Gran wouldn't wait for the State Department to give the okay to go to Peru. This was something I'd have to think about, before siding with anyone.
"We still don't know what they were lobbing at Kory," I said. "In California. If those were magical blasts, he should have nullified them. That's what our kind does."
"Non-magical weapons," Kell considered my words. "That makes sense, but what sort of non-magical weapons would have an impact on your kind? Anything made on this world?"
"I'd say it would take a really big weapon, and I have to tell you, those blasts were coming from everywhere," Kory said. "Every time I went toward the location of the last firing, I'd be fired at from another direction."
Kell went still for a moment.
"Director, may I see you in private?" he asked, surprising Kory and me.
* * *
Opal
"You're sure of this?" I asked. I should have known better. There was no subterfuge in Kell's eyes or his expression.
"Yes. Those two—they've had the construction plans for millennia. I suspect this is a testing ground for their initial efforts at building these machines."
"Deris and Daris Arden," I raked fingers through my hair. I'd left it loose that morning, because— because I was seeing Kell . I may as well be honest with myself on that, at least.
As for a Fifth-level warlock and a Fourth-level witch building some of the most destructive weapons another world had produced; that was worse news than I expected. No wonder Kory was turning in circles, attempting to combat them. In fact, a
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