handle, and swung the safe door open.
And as he did so, the darkened room suddenly blazed with light.
CHAPTER 4
Jack spun around so fast that he almost lost his balance, remembering to look startled and terrified. 'Wha—?' he gasped, his voice breaking off into an astonished squeak.
That last part didn't take any acting at all. Suddenly, it seemed, the whole room was filling up with Brummgas. Each of them wore a close-fitting helmet and a sort of armored tunic done up in a bright pattern of red, black, and white.
Some of them were waving slapsticks his direction; others had handguns out and pointed.
There was only one thing to do when facing that many weapons. Jack froze into a
statue, making sure his hands were open and in full view of everyone.
The next few minutes were a swirling tangle of movement and noise and confusion.
The two Brummgas who got to Jack first grabbed him and pulled him away from the safe. They ran their large hands over his whole body like bread-making machines gone crazy, pulling off his jacket and comm clip, emptying each pocket, even tearing off his belt with the hidden money pockets on the inside.
Then they passed him off to another pair behind them and began gathering up his backpack and the rest of his equipment. His new handlers searched him again, then handed him off to the next in line, who passed him to the ones behind them.
Jack wondered if he was going to make it all the way around the room before someone figured out what exactly to do with him.
But then this last pair of Brummgas spun him around, and Jack found himself face to face with a human male.
He was a big man, muscular, with shoulders nearly as wide as those of the Brummgas standing around him. His face was lined and unshaven, his hair cut short in military fashion, and his clothes looked like they'd been thrown on hastily in a very dark room. The effect was almost comical.
Until Jack looked into his eyes.
They were cold eyes. Hard eyes. Eyes that held no mercy, no kindness, not even a
hint of human feeling.
An eerie sensation tickled between Jack's shoulder blades. He'd seen eyes like that before, on some of the most vicious criminals Uncle Virgil had known. A
man with eyes like that was hardly even human anymore.
'Well?' the man asked softly.
It was the slavemaster himself. Gazen.
Jack took a deep breath. He'd had a whole spun-rainbow excuse all set up and ready to go, a tangly story full of tears and panic about a bet with school friends, and how he would never, ever do it again if they let him go. It was the sort of story a professional thief would be able to launch into on a second's notice, just that much more evidence that he was worth the price Uncle Virge was asking for him.
But as he stared up into those eyes, it suddenly didn't feel like a good idea to spin such an obvious lie for this man. 'I guess I picked the wrong house,' he said instead.
Gazen's lips might have twitched. 'I guess you did,' he agreed.
His eyes flicked to Jack's Brummgan handlers. 'Bring him,' he ordered.
Without waiting for a response, he turned his back and headed for the door.
Wrapping their hands around Jack's arms, the two Brummgas dragged their prisoner after him.
After the crowd that had burst in on him inside the house, Jack had rather expected the yard to be crawling with Brummgas, too. But aside from a pair of long, squat cars parked in front of the house everything looked the way Jack had left it. Apparently, Gazen had decided there was no point in waking up the whole neighborhood over this.
The Brummgas stuffed Jack into the back seat of the first of the cars, wedging him between them. Gazen got in the front beside the driver. They made a tight U-turn, and with the second car following closely behind they headed toward the white wall.
Jack had caught glimpses of the wall on his way to the gatekeeper's house.
But it had been dark, and the wall was set far enough back from the street that he hadn't gotten a close look.
Sitting pinned between two Brummgas, his view wasn't that much better. Still, it was the best he was likely to get, at least from the outside. Slouching down as far as he figured he could get away with, he peeked out the window.
The wall was more impressive at ground level than it had been from several thousand feet up. For one thing, its thirty-two-foot height seemed taller now that he was looking up at it. For another, although Uncle Virge had been right about the wall's X-shape, he'd missed the fact that the top part curved over and downward, nearly circling up underneath itself again.
The effect was like facing a huge, mile-long wave that was getting ready to break over the approaching car. Not the most pleasant image Jack could think of.
The gate was as impressive as the wall itself, made of more of the wall's white ceramic and laced with gold- colored metal straps. Six more armed Brummgas were waiting there, all dressed in the same red/black/white as the group in the gatekeeper's house. The Chookoock family colors, he decided. As the two cars drove up, the gate swung open.
'Stop the car,' Gazen ordered sharply, sliding down his window.
The vehicle braked to a hard stop beside the guards. 'Who ordered the gate opened?' Gazen bit out. 'I did, Panjan Gazen,' one of the Brummgas said, taking an eagerly lumbering step forward. 'I knew you were in a hurry —'
'You opened the gate without checking identification?' Gazen demanded.
The Brummga stopped short. Too late, his walnut-sized brain was starting to realize that Gazen hadn't stopped to compliment the staff. 'But—'
He ground to a halt, whatever excuse he was about to make apparently getting lost somewhere between brain and mouth. Gazen stared at him in silence for a few more seconds, long enough for even a Brummga to work out that he was in big trouble. 'You will check my ID,' Gazen continued, his voice quiet. 'You will check the IDs of those in the car behind me. You will then secure the gate.
After that, you will report to the Guard Master.'
The Brummga's mouth was hanging slightly open now, his breath coming in heaving surges like a drowning man coming up for the third time. 'Yes, Panjan Gazen,' he managed. 'Uh... your identification?'
Gazen waited another two seconds, then slid a wallet from his inside pocket and handed it over. The guard opened it, looked inside, then handed it back.
'Thank you, Panjan Gazen,' he gulped. 'You may proceed.'
Still staring at the guard, Gazen gestured the driver forward. The car pulled through the gate and headed down the winding driveway.
Jack studied the terrain carefully as they drove, looking for the hidden guard stations Draycos had pointed out from the air. With only muted accent lights scattered around the garden, though, they were completely invisible.
'And what about you?' Gazen asked, half turning to look at Jack.
'Sir?' Jack asked.
'You like our wall, do you?' Gazen said. 'You were studying it on our way in.'
Jack had thought he'd been subtle enough in his examination that no one in the car would have noticed. But even from the front seat, Gazen had caught on.
That made him both very observant and very smart. Not a good combination to go up against.
Definitely not a good combination to lie to. 'It's very impressive,' he said.
'Kind of looks like a really big ocean wave. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before.'
