the shelves.
'Same thing they did to me,' Jack said. 'Not very imaginative, are they?'
'Hey, whatever works,' she said with a shrug. 'Anyway, all I had to do was dig enough dirt out from under the leg, and I could slip the handcuff right out. Nice and neat.'
'Yeah,' Jack said, frowning. Nice and neat, all right.
Except that when they'd locked him up, they'd made sure the handcuff was attached above the bottom shelf. How had she managed to get that shelf unfastened? 'And then you just went around and popped the others?'
'More or less,' she said. 'How about you?' I notice you even managed to get yourself a transport.'
Jack snorted gently. 'I have friends.'
She frowned across the room at him. 'And?'
'That's all,' he said. 'I have friends.'
'What sort of friends does an Edgeman have in a Shamshir camp?'
'You'd be surprised,' Jack said. The computer was coming loose now, and he keyed for a directory. 'Anyway, you've got as good a chance of finding friends here right now as you do in the Whinyard's Edge.'
'Meaning?'
'Meaning it turns out our group was thrown to the wolves.' He looked up and caught her eyes in a hard stare. 'Thanks to you and your little midnight visit to the Edge HQ back on Carrion.'
Her lip twitched. 'So they knew about that.'
'Not only did they know about it, they decided to fry your whole circle of friends along with you,' Jack told her. 'What were you doing there that night, anyway?'
'Looking for some information.'
'What kind?'
'The kind that's none of your business,' she said tartly. 'Aren't you supposed to be breaking into a computer or something?'
'Patience, dear, patience,' Jack said. Scrolling down the pilot/aircraft listing, he found the Flying Turtle section. The computerized start key ... there it was. 'Here we go,' he said, grabbing a data tube from a stack beside the computer and popping it in. He keyed for copy, there was a brief hum, and the data tube popped back out. 'Got it,' he announced, standing up.
And then, even as he started toward Alison, a strange thought suddenly struck him. He stopped, his eyes flicking back to the computer ...
'What's wrong?' Alison asked.
'Nothing,' Jack said, flipping the tube to her. 'Go get it started. I'll be right there.'
She caught the tube, her expression suddenly wary. 'What kind of heroics are you thinking about now?'
'The kind that are none of your business,' he said. 'Go on, get out. That air support could be here any time.'
Alison's mouth compressed tightly, but she nodded. 'Don't take too long,' she warned, and vanished down the hall.
'Jack?' Draycos murmured from Jack's shoulder. 'What are you doing?'
'Completing my primary mission, as you warrior types would say,' Jack said, sitting back down at the computer. 'Or did you forget why we came here in the first place?'
The dragon's head rose up out of his jacket. 'The Djinn-90 information?'
'Why not?' Jack said, keying for a new directory. 'Unless you're finicky about which mercenary group we get it from.'
'I do not know that word.' With a bound, the dragon leaped from Jack's back, landing halfway to the door. 'But the meaning is clear. I will stand guard.'
'Good idea,' Jack said absently, his full attention on the screen. Okay; there were the Shamshir's own records. But where were the ones they kept on other groups? Surely they kept records on other groups.
'Jack?'
'I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying,' Jack growled. Finally, there it was. Now all he had to do was find the section on aircraft...
'Jack, we must go,' Draycos insisted, his tone suddenly urgent. 'We must go now.'
Jack looked up. The dragon was standing at the door, his tongue flicking in and out with the speed of a blackjack dealer throwing cards. 'What is it?' he asked, reaching for his gun.
'The taste of death,' Draycos said. 'Coming from the fire.'
Chapter 27
Cautiously, Jack sniffed at the air. His own nose couldn't find anything other than simple basic smoke. 'Are you sure?'
'I have tasted many such poisons before,' Draycos said, his voice even more urgent. 'Come.'
Jack looked back at the computer, a tight feeling in the pit of his stomach. No—this couldn't be happening. Not twice on the same job. To have come this close—again!—only to get chased away before he could finish it?
'Jack!' Draycos called.
And then, like one of Uncle Virgil's dope-slaps on the side of his head, the obvious answer struck him.
If there wasn't time to pick and choose what he wanted, he would just take everything.
'Thirty seconds,' he promised Draycos, grabbing another tube and jamming it into the receptacle. 'Make sure the coast is clear,' he added, keying for a complete copy of the Shamshir's rival mercenary data lists.
And then, with a terrific concussion, the whole building seemed to lift itself up and drop back onto the ground.
'What was that?' Jack yelled. At least, he thought he yelled it. With his ears ringing from the blast, he couldn't even hear his own voice.
Draycos was at his side, mouthing something. 'What?' Jack shouted back.
In answer, the dragon hooked the claws of one of his forepaws into Jack's jacket sleeve and tugged him toward the door. 'Wait a second,' Jack said, reaching over and popping the data tube.
Just in time. Even as he pulled the tube free, the building's power shut down, taking the computer with it. Draycos tugged again. 'Right,' Jack agreed, shoving the data tube deep into an inner pocket. 'Let's go.'
He fully expected there to be another blast or two along the way. But they reached the outer door without that happening. Jack peered outside, started to
