“Because I was there when you found the cubs, and I want to see them fixed,” Beezle said.
Sometimes I don’t think I give Beezle enough credit.
A couple of hours later the four of us—me, Samiel, Gabriel and Beezle—had passed through security and were on our way to the basement room where Chloe worked on the machines. When we arrived we found Wade and Jude were already there with J.B.
“En Taro Adun, Madeline Black!” Wade said.
Jude grunted at me. He had been thrilled to see that Wade was alive, but he had been less pleased that I had been the author of Wade’s escape from Amarantha. Jude still had trouble comprehending that I was not Lucifer.
We all crowded into the small room. Chloe looked less than pleased to have so many people in her space— that was, until she saw Samiel.
“Well, helllllo,” she said, giving him the up-and-down.
Samiel looked slightly panicked.
“Quit messing around, Chloe,” J.B. said. “Show them.”
Chloe lifted one of the machines from the pile on the table. “So, it’s been pretty well established that what’s being stored in these machines are memories. What I couldn’t figure out was how the memories were being extracted and then manipulated. It was clear after a while that the solution was part mechanical and part magical.”
“There is a spell embedded in the machine?” Gabriel asked.
“Exactly,” Chloe said, and winked at him. I got the feeling that she enjoyed flirting and that she wasn’t particularly discriminatory.
“The spell uses the eye scanner on each machine to extract the memories. Once they are removed the memories are embedded in this chip,” she said, pointing to a tiny computer chip. “It seems, from what Wade told us, that the chips are then taken out of the machines and put in some kind of virtual reality headset that is probably also enspelled. It would actually help us to have one of those headsets so I can see how the spell operates, which is why you’re here.”
I looked at J.B. “How are we supposed to track down one of the headsets?”
“We’ve got a line on the location of a vampire nest,” J.B. said.
“Didn’t we do something incredibly stupid yesterday?” Beezle complained.
“I think I may have broken down the components of the spell enough that we can rebuild it to work in reverse if I can get this final piece. But it’s going to take time—a lot of it. First we have to match the correct camera to the correct person. We’ll have to remove the magic embedded in each machine, carefully rebuild the spell, and then…”
“The only way to test if it will work is to try a machine on a person,” J.B. said, and looked at me. “At least you had the unbelievable foresight to collect all the cameras. With those we can actually restore the right memories to the right person.”
I did not like the sound of trying out this sketchy process on a person without some other kind of testing first.
“What if we kill the victims when we’re trying to restore their memories?” I asked.
“Could it really be worse than they are now?” J.B. asked. “They don’t know where they are. They don’t know anything except that they’ve been taken from the machine. Most of them have screamed themselves hoarse. We had to pad the walls so that they don’t kill themselves walking into solid objects.”
“Madeline was able to make the cubs obey her commands,” Gabriel said. “Why not have her attempt the same with the other victims? At the very least we could prevent them from harming themselves further.”
Wade cleared his throat. “I am not certain that will work. When we were taken, I instructed the cubs to follow Madeline Black if she arrived to rescue them. I told them to listen to her and do exactly as she says.”
“So…even though the cubs were completely damaged, they still followed Maddy and listened to her because you said so?” Beezle asked.
“The power of an alpha over his pack is absolute,” Wade said.
I’d never realized before how strong the magic bond was in a wolf pack. There was something so earthy about the wolves that it was easy to forget they were supernatural at all. Even their shift from human to wolf form seemed natural.
“So that’s out,” I said. “I can’t help the victims here because they weren’t instructed by Wade to do what I said.”
“We have to try the machines on them, Maddy,” J.B. said. “The life they have now is worse than death.”
“Tell that to the cubs’ mothers,” I said fiercely. “I don’t think one of them would risk their child’s life, even if it is a half life.”
“We won’t try it on the kids first,” J.B. said.
“So you’ll risk some other mother’s son?” I said. “It’s okay if they’re past puberty? I found them. I’m responsible for them. I won’t let you risk their lives needlessly.”
“What do you want me to do?” J.B. said angrily. “We have no way to test the efficacy of the method. We can either try to return the memories or leave these people as they are. That’s not an acceptable option to me.”
Wade put his hand on my shoulder when I would have retorted further. “Madeline Black, you have an admirable respect for life.”
“I see enough death,” I said dully.
“But J.B. is correct. These people have had their lives and minds torn from them. We must at least try to restore them.”
“Will you risk the cubs?” I said, looking up at him.
His eyes were full of sorrow. “Yes. If it will lift the darkness that has fallen over my pack, if it will restore even one child to her mother. Madeline Black, my daughter is one of the cubs that you found.”
Saying “I’m sorry” didn’t seem to be enough. If Wade was really willing to take the chance with his own child’s life, then I couldn’t stand in the way.
“Okay,” I said to Chloe. “Do what you need to do. I’ll find the missing piece that you need.”
I was the last one to leave as we filed out. I passed Beezle to Gabriel and let the door swing shut so that it was only the two of us in the room. Chloe had already returned to her worktable, a headlamp with a magnifying glass attached to it over her eye.
“Don’t try anything unless you are ninety-five percent sure that it’s going to work,” I said to her, and she looked up. “I can’t ask for a hundred percent. I know that’s not possible. But wait until you’re almost sure.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t mess this up. Besides, everyone here knows about you. I’m not going to want Madeline Black pissed off at me.”
She smiled and winked at me. Maybe she just liked winking. I left the room before she said or did anything else unsettling.
J.B. and Gabriel were waiting for me in the hall.
“Where’s Beezle?” I asked.
“He went with Samiel,” Gabriel said. “He prefers the company of my brother.”
“Because Beezle likes to hear himself talk and Samiel can’t talk back,” I said.
“It’ll be easier to get into the nest with just the three of us, anyway,” J.B. said.
I looked at J.B. “Chloe said something weird. She said that I have some kind of…reputation here.”
J.B. looked amused. “You haven’t been spending very much time in the office. You’ve become something of a legend around here. They talk about you like they do the Retrievers—‘If you do something bad, Madeline Black will come and get you.’”
“Great,” I said. “Awesome. I am now a bogeyman for bad Agents.”
Gabriel laughed. “If they had seen you yesterday, they certainly would have believed you a bogeyman.”
“You’ve been spending too much time around Beezle,” I said crossly. “It’s giving you a smart mouth.”
“I do not want to be the only unarmed member of the family,” Gabriel replied.
“You still have a long way to go,” I said as we walked toward the elevator. “Beezle and I have years of practice on you.”
“And I have years to catch up,” Gabriel said, and took my hand.
