gathered over the target in New York? Have we word from our spies in America?'
'No, Chairman,' a different Cog responded. 'I will prepare a mirror.'
Okubo Tokugawa grasped his hands behind his back. Sullivan could tell he was using his Power to feel the surroundings, much like he did himself when the world faded into its component bits and their corresponding gravitational forces. The Chairman stepped away from the window. 'I am too close to the device. It is disrupting my magic. I can't see anything.'
'What do you wish us to do?' a Cog asked.
The sky had lightened even more. It was brighter than noon. The ocean below was glowing hideously. The Chairman scowled. 'Shut it down,' he ordered.
The Cog started to protest. 'But Chairman, that could damage the sensitive-'
He held up one hand.
'Yes, Chairman,' the Cog bowed, realizing that he'd gone too far in daring to disagree. He took a step toward the Geo-Tel, then froze, looking over Sullivan's shoulder. The Cog's mouth began to form a warning but then his head jerked violently to the side. Brains splattered the Chairman's simple robes.
Jane was holding up Sullivan's.45. The Chairman glanced over at the Healer. 'I did not see that coming,' he said as Jane shot him.
'Take that, you bastard!' She dumped the rest of the magazine into the grand leader of the Imperium. He appeared mildly amused as the bullets struck. Sullivan had nothing to lose. He surged forward as the Chairman raised his finger to blast Jane into oblivion. Three Iron Guards intercepted him, simultaneously buffeting his body with fire, ice, and electricity.
'Hey!' a voice cried from the other end of the great room. Every head turned, and Sullivan was surprised to see Faye and Francis. The girl hurled a bucket through the air, spilling tiny reflective bits behind it. Francis was concentrating hard. Sullivan instinctively threw himself to the ground.
The air hummed with movement as hundreds of fragments zipped through the room. Francis didn't just send them out. He whipped them back, using his Power to fling them at terrible speeds, around and again. Iron Guards screamed as bodies were pierced.
The Icebox at his right jerked as a piece of wire zipped through him and the Crackler at the left threw his hands to his neck to stop the spray of arterial blood. Then Sullivan was looking up into a pair of grey eyes as Faye dropped his missing BAR right into his lap. 'This might help!' she shouted. 'I'm gonna go protect the Geo- Tel!'
The crazy Traveler girl had gotten it backwards, but whatever. Sullivan rolled over and started shooting Iron Guards.
Faye landed right in front of the Chairman. Bits of shrapnel were flying around like crazy insects and the room was a really scary blue. The man she'd vowed to kill was there, brushing bullet fragments out of his hair. Francis was hitting him with all sorts of high speed projectiles but the Chairman didn't seem to notice. He held up one hand and every item in the room froze, then fell to the floor with a clatter.
'Now you-you are strong,' the Chairman said. 'Yet so unpredictable. Too unpredictable, and therefore you must die.' His hands glowed like molten lava and he reached for her and somehow she knew that whatever spell he was using was going to rip the Power right out of her and pull her memories out of her head and yank her soul out of her body all so he could learn from it and then throw away the husk.
But he was right about one thing. She was unpredictable.
Faye grabbed the Chairman's glowing hands and felt a terrible surge of blood magic tear through her, but she only needed them for a second. Mr. Rawls had said that Travelers couldn't get close to the Chairman, unless he let them. She'd never done anything like this before, but she couldn't come up with any reason why it wouldn't work. Probably… She held on for dear life as terrible forces racked her body and Traveled.
She didn't go very far, just a little wrinkle in space. So she landed a mere five feet away, hopping on one foot, her injured leg bent. It worked! The Chairman was looking at her funny, not used to being surprised. She hadn't moved him, and he couldn't figure out what she'd just done, but then Faye held up the two cleanly severed hands. His eyes flickered down to the stumps his arms ended in, and realization dawned.
'Well, shoot! That worked real good,' Faye squealed
The Chairman was flabbergasted, offended, and then the pain hit. From the look on his face, Faye figured that it had probably been a real long time since he'd experienced that. Blood came squirting out both stumps. The Chairman opened his mouth and let out the most terrible yell she'd ever heard.
'GIVE ME MY HANDS!' he screamed, and she felt the voice inside her head, like Mr. Garrett could do, only ten thousand times bigger, but unfocused because she figured that she'd just messed up his concentration real good. Jane had once told her that she could Mend darn near any injury, but she couldn't make limbs grow back. Only some lizards could do that, but she could reattach parts that had been cut off, provided she got them fast enough, and that gave Faye an idea. So she Traveled to someplace that she'd been to very recently.
The rear end of the Tokugawa looked different because of all the bright blue light this time, but the big engine was still humming merrily along and the big terrible scary propellers were flying so fast that they were just a black blur and it was really super loud. This should really make him mad, she thought as she tossed the Chairman's still-convulsing hands right into the propeller. They exploded into a red mist.
She reappeared right off to the Chairman's side and grabbed Jane. 'What have you done?' he shrieked.
'Threw 'em in the propellers,' she answered as she fled, and the Chairman blasted half the bottom of the airship into pieces where she'd been standing.
Jane screamed as they appeared on the Tempest's ramp. She was jumpy like that. Faye was glad to see that they'd done like she'd told them and taken off. Mr. Garrett cried out and swept Jane up in his arms and held her tight.
Faye Traveled back, knowing that the Chairman could Travel too, but for whatever reason, her head map seemed to still be working, while his was all jumbled up from being next to the big, evil, magic superbomb. It was probably because all she could do was Travel, where he could do about anything. It made sense that she'd learned to pay more attention, since she only had one tiny Power and he had so very many. Like who would be the better musician? The guy who tried to play a whole orchestra, or the girl who could only afford a banjo? It might not be pretty, but she could really play the hell out of that banjo!
She had to go fast. He didn't need hands to kill people, he could do it with his eyeballs or his brain or whatever else, and he was impossible to kill, except for one thing… Mr. Rawls had said that a direct hit from a Tesla weapon might do the trick, so she just needed to keep him distracted. She grabbed Francis next, since bunches of Iron Guards were trying to kill him. She was Traveling so fast now that she reached him before the bullets did.
There was no time for formality, so she dumped Francis in the center of the Tempest, and hurried back for Mr. Sullivan. He was the toughest, so he got to go last.
She had to hand it to Mr. Sullivan. He was stubborn. The fraction-of-a-second view her head map gave her when she hit showed three Iron Guards airborne, another one going out the window, and Sullivan was killing another with the big rifle extended in one hand while giving an Icebox a knuckle sandwich with his other hand. He'd made it to the Geo-Tel, and with a roar threw off the Iron Guards still clinging to him, raised his rifle to smash it, and she grabbed him by the back of the shirt and got them out of there as lightning from the Chairman's eyes consumed the Geo-Tel and the closest Iron Guards.
Mr. Sullivan brought down the big rifle and smashed the Tempest's already damaged radio board in half. He was still roaring, but it tapered off, as he realized that he wasn't where he thought he was. They were in the cockpit of the UBF dirigible, and the Tokugawa's back deck was visible below them through the broken window. A blue pillar had come up out of the ocean and was shooting into the sky, right through the Imperium flagship. 'The device!' he turned to Faye. 'You ditz! You moron! I almost had it!'
'Good thing I stopped you then,' Faye said simply.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard. 'Take me back,' he ordered. His face was covered in splattered blood and he had the most desperate eyes she'd ever seen.
'Too late,' she said. 'The Chairman just blew it up, but he was too late. It's already clamped on. The Power is coming, no matter what. And if you don't let me go, it'll get us too.'
He didn't get it. Sometimes she wished she was good with the fancy talk. 'Take me back. Now.' There was a lot of danger in his voice. Mr. Sullivan could be scary when he was angry.
