identical to Mitchell’s.
But… she
Whatever the cost.
‘All right,’ she said at last. ‘I’ll do it. Just make sure you’re ready to catch me
‘We will be very careful,’ said Takashi with a small smile. ‘Are you ready?’
Nina took a breath to settle herself. ‘No time like the present.’
Takashi held out the third statue to her. She linked the other two together in one hand, then reached for it —
A loud crash came from the adjoining room, the clang and clatter of metal followed by the thump of something heavy landing on the thickly carpeted floor. Nina, Takashi and Kojima whirled, the statues momentarily forgotten. A figure stepped into the vault.
‘Ay up,’ said the new arrival.
‘
Kojima’s hand darted into his jacket, but Eddie snapped up the Makarov. ‘Don’t do anything stupid, mate. Just keep still. You an’ all,’ he added, flicking the gun towards Takashi. ‘And you, Nina.’
His harsh tone sent a chill through her. ‘Eddie, what are you doing?’
‘What’re
‘Stikes? What are you talking about? I wouldn’t—’
Takashi spoke calmly yet defiantly in Japanese. Kojima translated for him. ‘Takashi-san apologises for interrupting a personal discussion, but he would very much like to know what you are doing here.’
‘Oh, he would, eh?’ said Eddie. He indicated the statues. ‘I’m here for them — that’s part of the reason, anyway.’
Kojima relayed that to his boss, then provided another translation. ‘Takashi-san regrets that he will not allow you to take the statues, and also warns that the consequences if you try will be severe.’
‘Tell him he doesn’t get a say in it,’ Eddie replied, aiming the gun at the old man. Kojima began to translate this back into Japanese.
‘Oh, knock it off,’ Nina snapped. ‘You speak perfect English!’
Takashi sighed. ‘I was trying to buy us time, Dr Wilde.’
‘Well, time’s up,’ said Eddie. ‘So first, give me the statues. Then take me to Stikes. He’s the rest of the reason I’m here — I’m going to kill that bastard.’
‘Stikes is here?’ asked Nina, shocked.
Eddie regarded her doubtfully. ‘You didn’t know?’
‘Of course I didn’t! That son of a bitch
Slightly shamefacedly, Eddie lowered the gun, just a little…
Enough for Takashi to risk making a move. A bony finger firmly tapped the face of his watch.
An alarm shrilled. Eddie whipped the gun back up, making even the normally implacable Takashi flinch, but he didn’t fire. ‘That was a fucking stupid thing to do,’ he growled, stepping further into the strongroom and gesturing for the trio to move past him to the exit. ‘Okay, old-bloke-san, you lead the way. Hands up where I can see ’em. All of you. Sorry, Nina,’ he added, ‘but I need to get out of here.’
‘Why are you doing this?’ she demanded as they filed past him. ‘And why do you want the statues?’
‘I don’t want the bloody things — they’ve caused enough trouble already. But somebody else wants ’em smashed, which is fine by me.’
Takashi looked back at Eddie with a calculating expression. ‘
‘No idea — someone who really hates purple, maybe.’
‘You do not know who sent you here, or why?’
‘All I know is that they told me how to find Stikes, and killing that bell-end’s all I’m bothered about right now. Okay, move. Go through the—’
A flurry of movement in the next room, figures appearing seemingly from nowhere in a whirl of dark cloth and the flash of drawn weapons. They flanked Takashi and Kojima, narrowed eyes staring coldly at Eddie.
The foursome were dressed entirely in midnight blue, their faces mostly concealed behind balaclavas. Each had a different weapon at the ready: a
Eddie almost laughed. He pointed the gun at each in turn. ‘Let me guess — Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Raphael?’ He looked back at Takashi. ‘Seriously, fucking
‘You will find that the joke is on you,’ Takashi said. A small nod…
‘
‘Bye!’ Eddie shot him. The ninja slumped to the floor with a bullet hole in his chest and a distinctly surprised expression.
He turned to his other new opponents, ready to give them the same treatment if they were dumb enough to bring swords to a gunfight…
Donatello released one of his
Another
Something heavy smashed into his hand, chain whipping around the Makarov. Raphael’s
Takashi was already making a remarkably rapid exit for a man of his age, barking orders. Kojima pulled Nina with him, ignoring her protests. ‘Eddie!’ she cried, but the secretary practically scooped her up and ran after his boss.
Eddie reeled backwards as Michelangelo charged, his staff sweeping and stabbing. One metal-tipped end caught his forearm, sending another bolt of pain through the already wounded limb. He slammed against a display case. The glass cracked — and a moment later shattered as the
The man with the
The
And more of the lethal throwing stars were about to come his way, Michelangelo spinning his staff in one hand as his other went to his bandolier—