'And just like a really big ocean wave, it will kill you if you try to challenge it,' Gazen said pointedly. 'Remember that.'
'Sure,' Jack said. 'What... uh... what are you going to do to me?'
Gazen turned back around to face front. 'We'll discuss it inside.'
Like the wall, the main house was more impressive at ground level than it had looked from the sky. Earlier, Jack had noticed that the place had been designed to look like a section of rocky cliff face. Now, up close, he could see that it had also been designed to be a fortress. The front door was flanked by armed Brummgas, most of the windows were protected by thick rock overhangs, and a dozen gun barrels peeked out from slits just below the roof line.
Either the guards at the door were smarter than the ones at the gate, or else the word had been hastily passed ahead of the incoming cars. Whichever it was, Gazen and his whole group were made to show their IDs before they were allowed inside.
The entryway was huge, extending two stories up, with nearly enough floor space for a small freighter like the Essenay to fit inside. The walls and angled ceiling were covered with paintings, layer-portraits, light-twists, and other works of art. Sculptures and elaborate decorated pillars were scattered around the floor, their weight sinking into a thick blue carpet. At the far end a double-curved wooden staircase led up to a second-floor balcony.
He caught glimpses of other expensively decorated rooms leading off the entryway, but Gazen didn't pause long enough for him to get a good look at any of them. He led the boy across the room, up the staircase and across the balcony, and down a corridor that was only slightly less elaborate than the rooms downstairs. Coming to a plain, unmarked door, he pushed it open and gestured Jack inside.
The room was just as plain as its door. A small desk, a padded desk chair, a metal guest chair facing the desk, and that was it.
That, plus a pair of rings set in the floor for anchoring a prisoner's legs.
The whole place had the unpleasant look of an interrogation room. 'Sit,' Gazen ordered, circling the desk and sitting down.
Gingerly, Jack sank into the other chair. 'The rest of you wait outside,'
Gazen added to the guards, his eyes steady on Jack.
The Brummgas obeyed without comment. Gazen waited until he and Jack were alone, then leaned slightly forward, his arms resting on the desktop. 'Well,' he said, his tone almost casual. 'I don't suppose I have to tell you the kind of trouble you're in. Breaking and entering is a serious crime on Brum-a-dum, good for five to twenty years in a penal colony.'
His eyes hardened. 'Breaking and entering Chookoock family property is even more serious,' he went on. 'That one can earn you an immediate death penalty.'
'I didn't know,' Jack said in a low, pleading voice. So here he was, all alone with Gazen. No leg cuffs, no handcuffs. And as far as he could tell, Gazen wasn't even armed.
Of course, the big man did outweigh him by at least two to one. Still, a panicked, desperate kid might still take the chance.
Which meant that this was a test. Gazen was trying to see just how cool under pressure Jack could be.
'Of course you knew,' Gazen said calmly. 'Don't play stupid. Your partner sent you there specifically to try to steal the gate codes.'
'No,' Jack protested. 'No, he didn't tell me what I was supposed to get. He didn't tell me any of that. He just said to get whatever was in the safe. He never even told me whose house I was breaking into. It's his fault, not mine.'
Gazen's expression didn't change, but Jack could see a slight tightening at the corners of his mouth. First Uncle Virge had offered to sell Jack to him, and now Jack was trying to shoot all the blame straight back at Uncle Virge. Both of them perfectly willing to sell out the other at the drop of a biscuit.
It was exactly the way Gazen should expect a couple of self-centered criminals to behave. Probably the way he would behave himself in the same situation.
At least, Jack hoped so. This whole thing hinged on Gazen believing the situation was exactly as Uncle Virge had presented it. The minute he suspected there was something more going on, Jack was dead.
'It doesn't really matter who knew what,' the big man said. 'You were the one caught with your fingers in the fudge mix. That makes you the one skip-dancing on eggs.'
Jack swallowed hard. 'Is there anything I can do to, you know, make things right?'
'Such as?'
'Well—' Jack shrugged slightly. 'Maybe I could... you know, work off my punishment?'
'And how exactly do you propose to work off twenty years worth of prison time?'
Gazen countered. 'Are you suggesting you work for me for the next twenty years?'
Jack grimaced. 'I was hoping I could pay it off a little faster than that,' he said. 'Maybe I could help you with a job or two?'
Gazen lifted his eyebrows. 'Are you suggesting I hire you to commit crimes for me?'
'No, no,' Jack said hastily. 'I just thought I could maybe help you out in some way.'
Gazen leaned back in his chair again, studying Jack's face. 'All right,' he said at last. 'Perhaps there is something you can do. I'll look into it.'
He got to his feet. 'And while I do, let's put you somewhere safe. Guards?'
Jack slowly let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. So it had worked, exactly the way he'd told Uncle Virge it would. Gazen would now lock him up somewhere, he and Draycos would escape and get to one of their computers, and with luck they would be able to track down the mercenary group they were looking for.
Behind him, the door swung open. 'Yes, Panjan Gazen?' one of the Brummgas asked.
Gazen gestured to Jack. 'The boy needs a lesson,' he said. 'He needs to know the cost of crossing the Chookoock family.'
He looked back at Jack... and for the first time since the two of them had met, the big man smiled.
Not a pleasant, cheerful, human smile, but something dark and vacant and as cold as a penguin's footprints. 'Take him,' he ordered softly, 'to the slaves'
hotbox.'
CHAPTER 5
The Brummgas led Jack out the back of the house to a row of open-topped cars.
They shoved him into one, three of them piled in around him, and they turned onto a smooth road built of dark stones fitted neatly together like pieces of an extra-long puzzle. With the soft clicking of stone edges beneath their tires, they headed off away from the mansion.
And suddenly this plan wasn't looking nearly so good anymore.
The road wound its way through another section of formal garden, then past the open sports field they'd seen earlier from the air. Beyond the field a ten-foot-tall hedge stretched across the grounds, as far to both sides as Jack could see in the backwash from the headlights. The road led them through a narrow gap in the hedge, just barely wide enough for the car.
Beyond the hedge, the landscape was rougher and wilder, with none of the careful maintenance he'd seen in the grounds near the house. The fancy stone road ended at the hedge, too, turning into a more ordinary stone- embedded blacktop.
They had left the Chookoock family's personal compound. Now, they were in the working areas of the estate.
The slave areas.
Jack stared out into the glow of the headlights, trying to remember the layout he'd seen from the Essenay. But it was all rather vague in his mind. His plan had always been to get into the main house, and once it was clear he wasn't going to get there by going over the wall he'd mostly lost interest in the grounds themselves.
But Draycos would have paid attention, he knew. The K'da warrior was very good at details like that. That would help.
He only hoped it would help enough.
