No customer here—this was for himself.
Jack glanced into the hold. The crowded rakoshi were oblivious to him; their only concern was the burning rakosh on the floor and their master on the platform. Jack returned his attention to Vicky. As he stepped out of the passage, he failed to notice a rakosh pressed against the wall to his right until he brushed by him. The creature hissed and flailed wildly with its talons. Jack ducked and fired the flamethrower in a wide are, catching the outflung arm of the attacking rakosh and moving the stream out into the crowd.
Chaos. The rakoshi panicked, clawing at each other to escape the jet of fire and avoid those aflame from it.
Jack heard Kusum's voice shouting, 'Stop it! Stop it or I'll wring her neck!'
He looked up and saw Kusum with his hand around Vicky's throat. Vicky's face reddened and her eyes widened as he lifted her half a foot off the ground to demonstrate.
Jack released the trigger of the flamethrower. He now had a wide area of floor clear to him. Only one rakosh— one with a scarred and distorted lower lip—stayed near the platform. Black smoke rose from the prone forms of a dozen or so burning rakoshi. The air was getting thick.
'Treat her well,' Jack said in a tight voice as he backed against the wall. 'She's all that's keeping you alive right now.'
'What is she to you?'
'I want her safe.'
'She is not of your flesh. She is just another member of a society that would exterminate you if it knew you existed, that rejects what you value most. And even this little one here will want you locked away once she is grown. We should not be at war, you and I. We are brothers, voluntary outcasts from the worlds in which we live. We are—'
'Cut the bullshit!' Jack said. 'She's mine. I want her!'
Kusum glowered at him. 'How did you escape the Mother?'
'Killed her. Matter of fact, got a couple of her teeth in my pocket. Want them?'
Kusum's face darkened. 'Impossible! She—' His voice broke off as he stared at Jack. 'That necklace!'
'Your sister's.'
'You've killed her, then,' he said in a suddenly hushed voice.
'No. She's fine.'
'She would never surrender it willingly!'
'She's asleep—doesn't know that I borrowed it for a while.'
Kusum barked out a laugh. 'So! My whore of a sister will finally reap the rewards of her karma! And how fitting that you should be the instrument of her reckoning!'
Thinking Kusum was distracted, Jack took a step forward: The Indian immediately tightened his grip on Vicky's throat. Through the tangle of her wet stringy hair, Jack saw her eyes wince shut in pain.
'No closer!'
The rakoshi stirred and edged nearer the platform at the sound of Kusum's raised voice.
Jack stepped back. 'Sooner or later you're going to lose, Kusum. Give her up now.'
'Why should I lose? I have but to point out your location to the rakoshi and tell them that there stands the slayer of the Mother. The necklace would not protect you then. And though your flamethrower might kill dozens of them, in their frenzy for revenge they would tear you to pieces.'
Jack pointed to the bomb slung from his belt. 'But what would you do about these?'
Kusum's brow furrowed. 'What are you talking about?'
'Fire bombs I've planted them all over the ship. All timed to go off at 3:45.' He looked at his watch. 'It's 3:00 now. Only forty-five minutes to go. How will you ever find them in time?'
'The child will die, too.'
Jack saw Vicky's already terrified face blanch as she listened to them. She had to hear—no way to shield her from the truth.
'Better that way than what you've got planned for her.'
Kusum shrugged. 'My rakoshi and I will merely swim ashore. Perhaps the child's mother waits there. They ought to find her tasty.'
Jack masked his horror at the vision of Gia facing a horde of rakoshi emerging from the bay.
'That won't save your ship. And it will leave your rakoshi without a home and out of your control.'
'So,' Kusum said after a pause. 'A stalemate.'
'Right. But if you’ll let the kid go, I'll show you where the bombs are. Then I'll take her home while you take off for India.'
He didn't want to let Kusum go—he had a score to settle with the Indian—but it was a price he was willing to pay for Vicky’s life.
Kusum shook his head. 'She's a Westphalen...the last surviving Westphalen...and I cannot—'
'You're wrong!' Jack cried, grasping at a thread of hope. 'She's not the last. Her father is in England! He's...'
