proportioned. The pointed tips of elven ears jutted up through his long black hair as the only clues to his heritage. If not for that, his coppery skin, high cheekbones, and broad-shouldered, muscular build would have marked him as an Amerind.
His dark eyes focused above and beyond me, but I found myself entranced by their steady gaze. The blues and reds weaving through them in an aurora-like fashion flickered past in what I imagined was a mirror of how quickly thoughts strobed through his brain. The lights slowed, then he closed his eyes and I felt myself in control of my own mind again.
'Interesting.' His hands fell away from his mouth as he leaned forward and stood. 'I will want a full report later, of course, but I should introduce you to our clients. This is Sting and her lieutenant, Green Lucifer.'
Elven women are often described with plant imagery, but with Sting you'd have to make that an industrial plant. Sure, she was long and lean like most of them, but you could only describe her as willowy if you thought rebar swayed in light breezes. I heard she had a temper to match her fiery mane, and her yellow Opticon eyes certainly reflected none of the warmth in her soul-if she had one. She had an edge to her that made it clear why she was running the Ancients, but likewise told me why, though she was attractive, I didn't find her seductive.
'My pleasure.' I smiled but didn't offer her my hand. I knew her street name had been earned because of the metal claws that could shoot from the backs of her hands and rake through flesh like it was water.
'So you're Wolfgang Kies. Makes sense, I guess.'
Before I could even begin to work my way through the maze of tone and inference in her words, the nearly imperceptible stiffening of her partner drew my attention to him. Unlike Raven, Green Lucifer had the typical starveling build of an elf. His chin, or under-abundance of it, suggested a character flaw that the burning light in his gray eyes used as fuel. Green Lucifer clearly did not like the fact that Sting had paid me any notice at all, and he was aching for any opening to exert his territorial rights. That told me they were more than just partners in power and that Green Lucifer was the jealous type.
I immediately put him on the list of folks I didn't want in possession of a chainsaw while my back was turned.
'Mr. Kies, or 'Mr. Wolverton,' ' he began with mock sincerity, 'what have you learned?'
I stared at him for a second, then turned to face Raven. 'I spent most of the day getting situated. Valerie's transferring Mike Kant to Shanghai was accepted without question, as was my being sent in to replace him. Ms. Terpstra acts more like a school marm than a supervisor, but Bill Frid is helping me get squared away in Kant's office. In fact, I've not really had to do anything because Frid did it all while showing me what I'm supposed to do.'
Raven sank back in his chair again. 'Good. What about this attempt on your life?'
The mention of an assassination attempt caused the fourth individual in the room to take conscious notice of the conversation. Kid Stealth, sitting back on his haunches, turned his head to watch me. The light flashed off his Zeiss eyes and his brows nearly touched as they pointed down at his nose. I knew better than to think he was concerned about me-he could see I'd survived-but his concentration came from his desire to hear how a rival assassin had failed in his job.
Having Stealth crouched behind Green Lucifer and Greenie surreptitiously trying to keep an eye on him made me feel loads better.
'I found a couple of things in some files and made copies of them. I tossed them into my trash basket, then bagged the litter and dropped it in the disposal chute. After work I went back around to the alley and fished the bag out.' I reached into my back pocket and retrieved the folded-over papers. 'They're several pages of receipts Kant got while, as nearly as I can figure, making money drops to the folks fighting the Ancients.'
Green Lucifer's face darkened. 'That's hardly a substantial amount of evidence, Mr. Kies.' Scorn rolled from his words like crude oil off a duck's back.
I continued to speak to Raven alone. 'It has to be something because a razorboy in an Acura Toro mistook me for an on-ramp.'
'Did you get anything from him?' Raven asked.
'Sorry, Doc. The dead don't like talking to me. Chances are my cover is blown. I think we should consider taking me out of there.'
Raven nodded solemnly. 'If you think it best.'
Green Lucifer hammered a fist into the arm of his red leather chair. 'This is too important and has taken too long to set up just to let him drop it like this. We're being systematically exterminated. Order him to remain in place.'
Raven leaned forward and rested his forearms on the desk. 'Being new here, you do not understand…'
'I understand this human operative of yours has no stake in or concern about elven lives being lost.' Green Lucifer gave me a gray-eyed stare that started the Old One growling defiantly in the back of my mind. 'He's your employee. Order him back in.'
'You donot understand,' Raven repeated slowly. The threat arced like lightning in his words and anger reverberated like thunder in his voice. 'These people are not my employees. They are my aides, my companions, my friends, and my allies. They work with me, not for me. What they do, they do because I ask, not order. I have never found myself called to doubt their judgment or their courage or their compassion. If Wolf believes his life is in danger, then I believe that as well.'
Green Lucifer managed to hold his composure better than the other half-dozen people I'd seen invoke Raven's wrath like that. He settled back into his chair like a steel beam being bent by the inexorable progress of a glacier, but his defiance did not drain away. Still, he knew better than to open his mouth.
His tone lightening only slightly, Doc continued. 'Wolf is fully cognizant of your situation. He knows that your alternative to a peaceful solution to this problem is for the Ancients to wage war with Tucker and Bors, and that is not likely to be pretty. It is for the sake of your lives, and the lives of the innocents who might be caught in any crossfire, that we began this investigation. Wolf knows I would not ask him to return there unless I believed the risk was justified, but if he chooses to decline my request, I will think no less of him and my confidence in him will not diminish.'
I'd have said I was leaving Seattle for Japan if I thought it would deepen the scowl on Green Lucifer's face, and I knew Raven would back my play unques-tioningly. I started piecing together the perfect way to drop that bit of information on Greenie, but I caught Sting's eye and saw a hopeless determination in her expression and shifting posture.
I knew the Ancients had gone through a nasty battle recently with another street gang. The Ancients, supposedly under direction from someone in TAB, had tried to expand their territory into the turf held by the Meat Junkies. The battle got nasty fast, and looked really grim for the Ancients when an ork sniper killed their leader. At that moment, however, Green Lucifer smoked the sniper and used his rifle to ace the Meat Junkies' top dog.
Both gangs retreated to lick their wounds, but over the following weeks other gangs had taken shots at the Ancients. That wouldn't have attracted any attention except that no one was picking on the similarly weakened Meat Junkies, and the Junkies themselves started sporting very new and very expensive guns and bikes. As TAB had stopped bankrolling the Ancients, anyone with more than two working brain cells could deduce a shift in corporate policy that was not beneficial to the elves. Sting clearly knew her gang had to deal with the problem of TAB's shifting loyalties or the Ancients would become fodder for the 'Obits and Old Bits' newsfax files. If Raven couldn't help her-and looking for outside help, even from another elf, showed how desperate she saw the situation to be-she had to go to war. Given that TAB, like any other multinat, had its own army, long odds for betting on the gang were not hard to find.
Even knowing that, she would have no choice. If she didn't go to war, she'd be replaced by someone who would. The outcome would be the same, but when you whisper 'I told you so,' from inside a grave, very few folks listen or care.
'Actually, Doc, I have Dempsey looking into the contract angle. That could be a shortcut to whoever is ramrodding this campaign. If I bow out, the bait will be gone. I'll just be more careful.' I glanced over at Sting. 'As I'm replacing Kant and he appeared to be the boss-man's courier of choice, I should see some action soon. If we let it slip that you're bidding on a shipment of arms coming into Seattle, our man should move to procure that shipment before you.'
Raven smiled. 'If someone wants you dead, Dempsey will find out. Good choice, Wolf.'
I painted a wide smile on my face and proudly displayed it for Green Lucifer. He started to get a bit restive in
