Renton ploughed through the rest of the marshy area in a straight line, making no attempt to avoid the puddles, his feet squelching and sinking into the mud with every step. It did not appear to bother him, though it was hell on the suit she’d had tailored.
“You think this was all a setup?”
“Yes. Only gross incompetence or deliberate planning could have put us in this mess, and I am not inclined to think that Central is incompetent.”
Anastasia frowned.
“At least, not this incompetent.”
“Then, who do you think…”
Anastasia cut him off with a look.
“Shush, Renton,” she scolded. “This isn’t the time or the place.”
She looked around them significantly.
“And you can put me down, now. It is much drier, here.”
Renton grinned, and set her down delicately on her feet. The ground was indeed much drier, and the brush had started to open up to pine trees surrounded by patches of brown grass.
“There is going to be a fight,” she said moodily, walking beside Renton. “Central would not bring us this whole way, so Mitsuru could sneak us out the back door. The Weir will find us first.”
Renton looked over at her, his eyes sharp and worried.
“Who is their target? All of us? You? The new kid?”
“I’m not sure,” Anastasia said, shrugging. “But, I think we will find out soon. Don’t worry so much, Renton — that is my job. You focus on getting us back to Central, safely.”
“Milady,” he said, nodding.
“And try not to be so forward in the future. Even when we are alone.”
“As you say.”
His face was absolutely, utterly somber. She was genuinely tempted to smack him.
“Renton!”
“Up here,” Mitsuru’s voice rang out in the dark, from somewhere in the clearing up ahead. “This is where we’ll do it.”
Anastasia was fretting over the damaged hem of her dress, her skirt spread out across her legs in front of her, when Alex sat down heavily beside her. She was a bit surprised, as he had lapsed into sullen silence after Margot had smacked him around earlier, and hadn’t said a word during the hour or so of preparations that followed their arrival.
“Uh, Anastasia?”
He spoke quietly, leaning forward and trying to catch her eye.
“Can I ask you something?”
Anastasia carefully threaded a needle with black silk, not bothering to look over at him. She wasn’t too good at this sort of thing, but not because she wasn’t interested. Having too many servants and lacking in basic domestic skills was a kind of occupational hazard.
“Ask away,” she said, a touch crossly.
“Okay,” Alex said, sounding a bit puzzled. “What exactly are we doing here?”
Anastasia made a first few clumsy stitches, then held the hem of the skirt up to examine the torn fringe critically.
“We are going home, Alex, back to Central.” Anastasia glared at the offending lace. “Mitsuru brought a beacon with her, a piece of stone from Central, so that they can lock on to us. Once she activates it, Central can start opening a way between here and there, through the Ether. It takes a little while, though, and the minute that beacon activates, every Witch and Weir within a hundred miles is going to know where we are, and what we are doing.”
“And you think that they’ll get here in time to try and stop us? It seems like we are kinda out of the way, here.”
Anastasia resumed her repairs, trying to reaffix the fringe to the hem of her skirt.
“I’m certain at least some of them will be nearby,” she said firmly, still engrossed her work. “They have a sort of precognition, as well. They must have anticipated this.”
Anastasia felt a sharp pain in her index finger, and dropped the needle and thread, immediately losing them in the grass beneath her in the dark. She stuck her wounded finger in her mouth, fuming.
“So… couldn’t we go somewhere further away? I mean, we could rent a car or something, and drive out to the middle of nowhere, right? Then they couldn’t possibly get to us, not in time to stop us from going home.”
Anastasia looked moodily at Alex. She was mainly annoyed about the dress, but she still had to curb the urge to bite his head off. Even when he was trying, and he was clearly trying right now, the boy aggravated her to no end.
“Alex, the protocol Mitsuru used to hide our Etheric signatures will dissipate in a few hours,” she explained, sighing. “That aside, it is only a matter of time until they track us down. We don’t have any resources here, any allies, or a real chance of defending ourselves against a determined attack. And if we were to try and run, don’t you think their precognitives might anticipate that as well? We would step out of the car, and walk straight into a Weir’s mouth. Understand?”
Alex nodded slowly.
“I guess so,” he said, his brow furrowed. “But, why here?”
He gestured at their surroundings: a low place in between two small hills, surrounded by brush and blackberry bushes and a handful of eucalyptus trees, a half-fallen chain link fence, and a crumbling concrete building frame. It was little more than a bare concrete pad and three walls, perforated where there had once been windows and doors, wrapped in a blanket of multicolored, indecipherable graffiti.
“Because I’ve been setting this place up all day. I have mines and shaped charges strung along the only approach. We’ll have some options, here,” Mitsuru said, sitting down next to him them, and taking a long drink from a bottle of mineral water. She looked tired, and Anastasia was a little surprised that she would show, and wondered exactly how exhausted she was. In all probability, Mitsuru had been working another assignment when she had been called here. Anastasia could only hope that she had enough left in her to bring them all home.
Well, she amended, she could hope,
“Once the beacon is activated, Central will need about thirty minutes to lock on to us and prepare the transfer. I’m not certain how long it will take before the Witches find us — the precognitive pool says that most of their forces are arrayed in the urban core, or along the periphery, to keep us from leaving the city,” Mitsuru paused to drink again, and then frowned. “Assuming they know what they’re talking about, then they shouldn’t have time to come down heavy on us before we’re out of here.”
“I still don’t see why they didn’t just send Alice Gallow to retrieve us all…”
Mitsuru glared at Anastasia bitterly.
“Think she might have something better to do?”
Anastasia shook her head.
“I doubt it very much.”
For a long moment, Mitsuru looked like she might lose her temper, and Anastasia wondered if her needling had been a little too effective. Then she shook her head, and the tension dissipated.
“It is what it is,” Mitsuru said levelly. “No other way for all of us to get home.”
Anastasia looked at her dress unhappily.
“Well, this is fucked,” she said quietly. Mitsuru and Alex both gave her looks, clearly uncertain whether she meant the plan or her dress. Anastasia decided to let them wonder.
“That place has a basement,” Mitsuru said, inclining her head in the direction of the ramshackle structure. “The noncombatants can stay inside there, up until the transfer is ready.”
Anastasia saw Alex stiffen, and then sit up straight, and she had to suppress a smile.
“Who, exactly, are you talking about?”
Alex faced Mitsuru as defiantly as he could manage. She met his stare with her impassive red eyes.
“Eerie and you,” Mitsuru said, with a hint of a shrug. “Anastasia can take care of herself, whatever she
