weakness, though not quickly; I felt more alert, steadier on my feet. Good enough for shopping, maybe, if not fighting evil.
Too bad I was heading for the latter.
The subdued, elegant lighting in the hall flickered again, buzzed, and then died. After a heart-pounding five seconds of absolute blackness, emergency lighting clicked on with a hiss—glaring white halogens, not flattering to anyone’s complexion, much less when people are distorted with terror. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I kept seeing water rising, rushing through corridors. . . .
“Yeah,” I muttered to myself. “Wish I’d never seen that damned movie.”
Aldonza paused at a simple metal door labeled PRIVATE, with a key card reader to the side. She swiped a card that was hanging from a pull cord at her side, but nothing happened. Of course. Emergency regulations—all electronic locks would have popped, allowing for easy evacuation. I grabbed the knob and turned it, and opened the door on a different world.
It was as startling as opening up a broom closet at the Ritz—all of a sudden, there was no expensive thick carpet, no indirect lighting, no artwork. Just metal, some indoor-outdoor carpet for traction, and plain fixtures that wouldn’t have been out of place on a fish trawler. Aldonza stepped over the watertight lip of the door and gestured me inside. Clark tried to go with us, but I stopped her with an outstretched hand. “No,” I said. “Get to the lifeboat stations. The captain’s probably going to try to get you off as quickly as possible.”
“In this storm? How?”
“Trust me. He’ll find a way.” I shook her hand. “Love your movies, by the way. Sorry about incinerating your cabin.”
“These things happen,” she said, deadpan. “And I hope you find a way to stop this before it goes any further.”
Aldonza shut the watertight door and spun the locking mechanism. Nobody would be getting in that way, not now.
“Come on,” she said, and offered me her shoulder. “You want the hold, yes? Where your friends went?”
I nodded, and off we went.
The hallways here were narrow industrial constructions, and as we passed larger open spaces they were uniformly workmanlike. A TV lounge area big enough for a few dozen, with comfortable but un-fancy Sears-style furniture. A computer area with banks of monitors and keyboards. A mess hall with all the charm of mess halls everywhere.
The place was deserted. “Where is everybody?”
“Duty stations,” Aldonza said. “Organizing the passengers.”
All of them? I supposed that made sense; we were heading down now, flights of narrow stairs descending into the emergency-lit bowels of the ship. Stairs. Lovely.
I wondered where David had gone.
“One more,” Aldonza murmured, when I had to stop for trembling breaths. “You’re sure you want to do this?”
“No choice,” I said, and coughed. “Let’s go.”
The bottom of the stairs opened into another hallway. This one held crew quarters—four narrow bunks to a room, top and bottom on each side, with small lockers in the middle on the far wall. Most had homey touches— photos of family, home, friends. Magazines to read, or books. Colorful nonstandard blankets and pillows.
Aldonza stopped.
“What?” I asked. She let go of me and took a step back. I braced myself on the metal wall, looking first at her, then down the hall.
Lights were going out, one by one, marching up the corridor toward us.
“Which way to the hold?”
“That way,” she said. “Straight on, then go left when you must turn. The crew entrance to the hold is there.”
“Get out of here,” I said.
She stared at me in confusion for a few seconds, then she must have seen what was happening inside me.
She backed away and ran.
And I went toward the darkness.
And the darkness went into me.
Chapter Seven
The danger sign was that I felt . . . better. Calmer. Steadier.
I shouldn’t have, not at all. I was operating on threads, and yet suddenly I felt assured, in control, and
The containment was leaking. Leaking badly. I was starting to turn around again, and I needed to do what I’d come to do before that happened.
I wasn’t totally blind. Earth Wardens can sense heat, shapes, all kinds of frequencies not usually accessible to other regular folks (or Wardens), and with my night vision, I could see the hallway, the cool shapes of closed doors, and a long empty stretch.
The hallway ended in a blind T-shaped intersection, and I turned left as Aldonza instructed. At the end was a big double-sized watertight door with all kinds of warnings and crew restrictions blazoned next to it.
I spun the wheel and pulled. The air on the other side felt heavy and thick, unpleasantly stale. No fire, at least. And no ocean flooding in, which made me wonder why we were sitting so low in the water.
The hold was massive, a cave of treasures that would have taken months to map and explore. Cargo containers were stacked in neat, symmetrical rows that glowed cool greens and blues in my night vision.
And I saw the bright red and yellow flicker of bodies up ahead.
None of them were moving.
I struggled with a fiery hot pulse of primal satisfaction, of pleasure. I pushed it back.
I limped ahead, stopping for breath when I had to, and the scene slowly came into focus. There, near the center of the hold, were cages where I supposed duty-free items like liquor and expensive perfumes were kept. There was a massive freestanding safe, too, which no doubt held all those precious goodies the rich passengers had been so loath to leave behind. I wondered how much of it was drugs.
Standing, sitting, or lying in a circle near the safe were bodies. Some had the white-hot glow of Djinn, some the merely warm spectrum of human flesh, but none of them were moving by so much as a breath.
Still alive, though.
I limped as close as I dared before I felt something tingling along the edges of my nerves. There was some kind of energy field here that I really didn’t want to encounter directly.
This was the team, Wardens and Djinn, that had come here to fight the skin. I didn’t sense the signature of the one they’d been hunting at all, though. Instead, I saw a broken heap of crystal, and some slagged flesh.
Score one for the good guys. So what had gone wrong?
Kevin was standing only a few feet from me, frozen in midstep. Up on the aetheric, I could see his fury boiling like lava, so he was aware, if unable to move.
“Hey!” I yelled. One of the Djinn—Lyle, with his lead gray skin and rust-colored eyes—was closer to me than the others. “Lyle, can you hear me?”
“Yes,” he said. He couldn’t move, but he could speak.
“What’s happening?”
“We are all that’s holding the ship out of the water,” he said. “We have to hold our concentration, or the
