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problem. Domes take a lot of power, Globes even more so. But this? Piffle."
Father Donaher blinked, and shook his head. “Piffle? Now where did he learn language like that?"
Raul jerked a thumb. “From Ed, of course."
Naturally, I was shocked to the very core of my being. “Now just a dog-gone minute there, buckaroo—"
Shouting something incomprehensible, Katrina stood and from her cupped hands there lanced a swirling cone of lightning and boiling flame. But the lambent outpouring of concentrated Death spells thinned into nothingness before it reached the hotel. The distance was just too great, and neither wizard could stand long enough to draw the size pentagram necessary to cast a long-distance conjure.
Cra-ack! Zing!
Slumping his shoulders, George blinked, and shook his head. “Up yours,” he growled.
Jessica stared at him intently.
Activating my wristwatch, I got only a carrier-wave buzz. Interference from the hotel must be blocking the radio signals. And every telepath was off-line. Damn. So much for summoning air support. A renovation via saturation bombing was just what this place needed.
Slumping her shoulders, Mindy blinked, and shook her head.
More incoming rounds. Cra-rack! Zing! Whoosh! Boom !
Wisely, I decided it was time to get tough. “Katrina, take Donaher and Jessica and teleport back to the RV for our combat armor and heavy-weapons trunk."
Slumping her shoulders, Katrina blinked and shook her head. “ Da , Edwardo."
Suddenly feeling very tired, I blinked, and shook my head. What had I been about to say? Oh, yes. “Donaher, assist her with the big—"
Diving forward, Jessica grabbed at George and jerked backwards. As she came clear, I could see that my darling wife was holding the pull rings from a brace of grenades.
"Jesus Christ!” George screamed, frantically clawing at the ordinance dangling from his military web harness on his chest.
But before he could do anything, there was a tremendous smoky explosion and everything went pitch black.
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CHAPTER FIVE
Rocking gently, I came awake with both of my .357 Magnums out and searching for danger. Who? What? Where? Ah.
"Hello, dear,” Jess said from behind the wheel of the van. Through the windows I could see that we were speeding along a highway somewhere. Sprawled on the rear couches was the rest of the team. Nobody seemed hurt and our weapons were readily evident.
"Hi, hon,” I mouthed around a flannel tongue. Then as my head cleared, memories flooded in and I coldly aimed a Smith & Wesson at the love of my life. If the human sitting near me was Jessica. Her aura read human norm, but that wasn't good enough.
"Holmes,” I demanded. If she gave the wrong answer, I would have to move fast after blowing her head off to grab the wheel and keep us from crashing. Luckily, the road was fairly even and straight. I didn't think we were in West Virginia anymore. Ohio, maybe. Oz?
Maintaining speed, Jessica gave me a rueful smile. “Watson. My, my, aren't you Mr. Paranoid."
Ain't that the truth. But that was only because I had so many enemies and they were everywhere. I sneaked a quick peek under my car seat. Okay, safe for the moment. Maybe.
"Mother's maiden name?” I asked grimly.
"Yang-Wu,” she sighed. “And I was born in Evanston."
"What happened in Honolulu?"
"We ran out of massage oil.” Jess cocked an eyebrow. “Satisfied?"
"Yeah, sorry,” I said, holstering my weapons, and feeling slightly foolish. How was I supposed to know the stuff was flammable?
She shrugged. “That's okay, Ed. Business is business."
True enough. While it was not an everyday occurrence for my wife to kidnap the team in the middle of a mission, clones and doppelgangers were a common danger in our line of work, and someday, it wouldn't be my wife I would wake up alongside to. Which would put me in big trouble on two counts.
Just then, a sign flashed by my window stating the miles to the Indiana border. Wow. Had long had
Father Donaher blinked, and shook his head. “Piffle? Now where did he learn language like that?"
Raul jerked a thumb. “From Ed, of course."
Naturally, I was shocked to the very core of my being. “Now just a dog-gone minute there, buckaroo—"
Shouting something incomprehensible, Katrina stood and from her cupped hands there lanced a swirling cone of lightning and boiling flame. But the lambent outpouring of concentrated Death spells thinned into nothingness before it reached the hotel. The distance was just too great, and neither wizard could stand long enough to draw the size pentagram necessary to cast a long-distance conjure.
Cra-ack! Zing!
Slumping his shoulders, George blinked, and shook his head. “Up yours,” he growled.
Jessica stared at him intently.
Activating my wristwatch, I got only a carrier-wave buzz. Interference from the hotel must be blocking the radio signals. And every telepath was off-line. Damn. So much for summoning air support. A renovation via saturation bombing was just what this place needed.
Slumping her shoulders, Mindy blinked, and shook her head.
More incoming rounds. Cra-rack! Zing! Whoosh! Boom !
Wisely, I decided it was time to get tough. “Katrina, take Donaher and Jessica and teleport back to the RV for our combat armor and heavy-weapons trunk."
Slumping her shoulders, Katrina blinked and shook her head. “ Da , Edwardo."
Suddenly feeling very tired, I blinked, and shook my head. What had I been about to say? Oh, yes. “Donaher, assist her with the big—"
Diving forward, Jessica grabbed at George and jerked backwards. As she came clear, I could see that my darling wife was holding the pull rings from a brace of grenades.
"Jesus Christ!” George screamed, frantically clawing at the ordinance dangling from his military web harness on his chest.
But before he could do anything, there was a tremendous smoky explosion and everything went pitch black.
[Back to Table of Contents]
CHAPTER FIVE
Rocking gently, I came awake with both of my .357 Magnums out and searching for danger. Who? What? Where? Ah.
"Hello, dear,” Jess said from behind the wheel of the van. Through the windows I could see that we were speeding along a highway somewhere. Sprawled on the rear couches was the rest of the team. Nobody seemed hurt and our weapons were readily evident.
"Hi, hon,” I mouthed around a flannel tongue. Then as my head cleared, memories flooded in and I coldly aimed a Smith & Wesson at the love of my life. If the human sitting near me was Jessica. Her aura read human norm, but that wasn't good enough.
"Holmes,” I demanded. If she gave the wrong answer, I would have to move fast after blowing her head off to grab the wheel and keep us from crashing. Luckily, the road was fairly even and straight. I didn't think we were in West Virginia anymore. Ohio, maybe. Oz?
Maintaining speed, Jessica gave me a rueful smile. “Watson. My, my, aren't you Mr. Paranoid."
Ain't that the truth. But that was only because I had so many enemies and they were everywhere. I sneaked a quick peek under my car seat. Okay, safe for the moment. Maybe.
"Mother's maiden name?” I asked grimly.
"Yang-Wu,” she sighed. “And I was born in Evanston."
"What happened in Honolulu?"
"We ran out of massage oil.” Jess cocked an eyebrow. “Satisfied?"
"Yeah, sorry,” I said, holstering my weapons, and feeling slightly foolish. How was I supposed to know the stuff was flammable?
She shrugged. “That's okay, Ed. Business is business."
True enough. While it was not an everyday occurrence for my wife to kidnap the team in the middle of a mission, clones and doppelgangers were a common danger in our line of work, and someday, it wouldn't be my wife I would wake up alongside to. Which would put me in big trouble on two counts.
Just then, a sign flashed by my window stating the miles to the Indiana border. Wow. Had long had
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