lately?”
“I don’t know.”
“What about the Terrie Cartel?”
“I don’t know anything about it,” Evelyn said, shivering. “Alice Gallow didn’t believe me either. Nevertheless, I genuinely don’t. I can tell you this much, though. It’s a lesson that we teach our young from their first days — anyone can be controlled. All that’s needed is the right leverage.”
“You think the Anathema have found a way to manipulate Witches?”
“What do I know?” Evelyn answered, spreading her hands helplessly. “I’m not important. It isn't impossible. As far as I know, there are no Witches working with Operators, so any you have encountered have either gone rogue, or they are under outside control. Do you believe me, Director?”
Gaul shrugged concomitantly.
“My fear, my pain, is every bit as a real as yours,” Evelyn said, her hands out imploringly. “I don’t want to be hurt. I don’t want to see Alice Gallow again. I don’t want to die in that cell, and I will ransom my life with whatever I can offer. Is there something that you want from me, Director?”
Gaul’s pale red eyes narrowed.
“As a matter of fact,” he said softly, with quiet satisfaction. “There is. We conducted a raid in Shanghai recently, as part of the mop-up of the Terrie Cartel. Instead of finding Witches, we found the Anathema — heretic Operators. So tell me, Evelyn — we aren’t fighting you this time, are we?”
He could see the surprise in her eyes, and it annoyed him.
“Of course not,” Evelyn said. “Have you only now realized?”
“Exquisite,” Alice said, running one gloved finger across the blood-smear on the pitted concrete floor. “I’ve never seen another protocol like it. This is what Rebecca and Alistair were so desperate to keep secret. I thought that your ability was permanently restricted. I’m pleased to see that isn’t the case. How long have you been able to use it?”
Mitsuru sat down heavily on the floor of the basement room. Behind her, the cement wall was spattered with her blood, evidence of the stomach wound the she had sustained, still dripping on to the floor around her in little rivulets. Of the five Anathema she had found in the basement, there were only two intact corpses, leaking from various bullet wounds. The rest were in smaller pieces that were scattered across the room. It looked like a slaughterhouse, and it was starting to smell that way, too.
“Since last week,” Mitsuru admitted, poking experimentally at the gouge that ran from her side to her belly above her belt line. “I’ve been trying for months, but nothing worked. Then, that night that I brought Alex Warner back…”
“Aha!” Alice cried, delighted, still inspecting the carnage. “I thought it might be down to that little delinquent. I wondered why they were so damn eager to get me to take over your spot, administering The Program.”
“Yeah, me too,” Mitsuru said, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes, “guess I know why, now. I helped him stretch out a cramp the other day, and the bindings around the Black Door, the ones that the Board installed in me, they snapped like rubber bands.”
“Okay, I see the gunshots, and the knife work,” Alice said approvingly, turning her attention to dissected corpse of a middle-aged man in the center of the room, more a collection of mangled parts than a body, “but what did you do to this unfortunate bastard?”
“He was the one who wounded me,” Mitsuru said, wrinkling her nose in disgust, “I didn’t even see him, somehow, until he was right on top of me. The thing is, when I activate the protocol, I can do all sorts of things. That,” Mitsuru said, inclining her head at the body without opening her eyes, “is what it looks like, afterwards.”
“Nasty,” Alice said approvingly.
Mitsuru gritted her teeth and all around her a deep red tint to the air filled the air, as if Alice was watching through a filtered lens. The blood seeping from the wound in her stomach staunched itself abruptly, coagulating in fast-forward. Mitsuru gasped, opening her eyes and blinking several times to clear her vision.
“Oh, Mitzi, I like you more and more all the time,” Alice said, hugging her knees to her chest and leering at her. “So why did you call me? Not that I mind, you understand…”
“I can’t tell Alistair about this,” Mitsuru said meekly, waving her hand to indicate the massacre around her. “He’d freak. And there was another one with them, who got away before I could stop her. She was an Operator. I was hoping we could go after her.”
“Well, I’d like to, baby, but how?” Alice said, obviously amused. “Bitch has gotta be long gone, if she saw any of what you did here.”
“Right, but I got some of my blood on her,” Mitsuru said, looking embarrassed. “The nanites inside will keep relaying information back to me for a few hours until they shut down. I can track her, wherever she goes, until that happens.”
“That’s a nice trick. But what are you doing here in the first place? What are you working?”
“Alistair gave me the lead,” Mitsuru said hurriedly. “On accident. He doesn’t know I followed up on it, that wasn’t his intention. But I’m angry. About Rebecca. These bastards have something to do with it. That’s what his personal files said, anyway.”
Alice grinned, stood up, and walked over to where Mitsuru sat. As always, Mitsuru was more than a little intimidated by the tall woman with her jet-black hair and her disturbing smile, but as usual, she seemed utterly benevolent where Mitsuru was concerned. She bent down and patted her head affectionately.
“Oh, Mitzi, I swear, I could just eat you up!” Alice said, revealing all together too many teeth for Mitsuru’s taste.
20
“Oh, hello,” Alex said, hesitating at the bottom of the crude stairs carved in the cliff face, leading to the cove. “I didn’t realize anybody was down here. I can find somewhere else, if you want…”
Katya looked at him over the top of her sunglasses. She was in a blue swimsuit with a translucent sarong, sitting on a towel on the narrow strip of white sand that wasn’t flooded by the late afternoon tide. Her hair and suit were both damp. She was shading her eyes with her paperback, and there was a plastic bottle packed with ice and pink liquid in the sand next to her leg.
“What? No, don’t worry about it,” Katya said, patting the patch of dry sand next to her. “It’s not like it’s my beach, or anything.”
“Oh. Cool,” Alex said half-heartedly, tossing his towel down as far away from Katya as he could get without sitting in the water, which was barely an arm’s length. “I sort of thought you would be, you know, still following me around.”
Katya laughed from behind her book.
“It isn’t like I do that for fun, you know,” she said, rattling the ice in the plastic bottle. “Besides, I don’t really have to keep too close an eye on you here. It is an island, after all. Even with your unique aptitude for getting in trouble, I doubt you could manage too much here.”
“Oh. Right.”
Alex sat down beside her and stared at the ocean. He was wearing his board shorts, but he had honestly intended on swimming as much as he intended to get away before Emily realized he was gone.
“How many movies did they make you watch, anyway?” Katya inquired, folding the top corner of the page she was currently on and setting her book aside. This naturally left Katya’s ample chest on display, which naturally meant that Alex couldn’t dare look at her directly, for fear of his eyes straying. He kept his eyes on the ocean. The ocean seemed safe.
“I’m not sure,” Alex said, shuddering at the memory. “After a while, I sort of lost count. It was sort of a blur of British accents, period costumes, and women crying endlessly over — actually, I’m not really sure what they were crying over, either. Life, I guess.”
“Just be glad you fell asleep early last night,” Katya said. “They watched Requiem for a Dream and Dancer in
