'Come down or we'll fire!' one of them yelled. He drew a shortrifle, to emphasize the point. I found that I could go faster. Another of them started up after me. A healthy lad, who had not recently fallen from a window. He was making good time.
'Come on, come on, son. Up, up!' Wilson spat. My arms were getting numb, and I couldn't keep my boots on the wall. Everything that wasn't numb was on fire. I tried to give him an angry look, but I suspect it came out as plumb exhaustion. He grimaced, sheathed the knife and then disappeared behind the lip of the building.
A second later the rope shook. I almost let go, but then Wilson's straining face popped into view.
'Hold on!' he said through tiny, gritted teeth. I held. He pulled with all his many arms and his unnaturally hard legs. Up I went. The Badgeman yelped and fell. The first bullet skittered off the brick just as I rolled onto the roof. Wilson and I lay in a tangle of very many arms. The rope tensed again, and Wilson casually leaned over and cut it.
'You're in terrible shape,' he said. 'Getting soft in your criminal ways.'
'Falling from a window does that to me,' I said, still trying to get my breath sorted. I took the loose end of the rope in my hand and gave it a shake. 'You have these all over the city?'
'Escape routes? Some. Not as many as I used to. It's been a quiet couple of years for us.' He stood, and pulled me to my feet, though I'm not sure I was ready for that much verticality. 'Good to be at it again, huh?'
'Huh,' I answered. Dared a peek over the edge, ducked back when all I saw were shortrifles pointing at me. A couple shots went off, but nothing too close. 'Well. What now?'
'They'll go around in a minute. Come up the stairs or something. We should try to get to the next. Huh.'
'Huh?' I repeated. Looked at him, then where he was looking.
The girl was several buildings over, moving across the roof with a dancer's grace. She came to the edge and leaped, like a gazelle clearing a pond. Beautiful to look at, if not for the mask. If not for the chase. If not for the fact that everything about her stank of predator, not prey.
'Interesting,' Wilson whispered. I grabbed his coat and pulled him away.
'Interesting later,' I spat, and we ran. So much running today. I really was out of shape.
We went rooftop-to-rooftop for a while, until it became clear that I was the weak link in that exchange. She was fast, Wilson was fast. I was tired. Wilson pried open a rooftop hatch and we clambered down into a shuttered factory. It was set up to manufacture the sort of machinery that cogwork couldn't replicate. The first ladder took us to a catwalk that creaked dangerously under our feet. The factory floor was bisected by machinery that was draped in white sheets and dust. A partially dissected assembly line snaked between the ghost machines. The only light was what little leaked in from the stained skylights in the roof. In that semi-dusk glow, the draped machines loomed in a field of darkness.
At the prompting of the unstable catwalk, Wilson and I found a ladder down to the main floor. We'd barely touched boot to concrete when we heard footsteps on the shingled roof. I pulled the anansi into the forest of machinery and ducked under some of the drapery. Dust puffed up around us. The floor was littered with dead bugs that crunched underfoot. I tried to not think about the dead body in Crane's room, and its plume of maker beetles.
The footsteps on the roof slowed, the ceiling beams creaking with the girl's passage. Finally they stopped. Wilson and I sat still, breathing in dust and dead bugs. Wilson probably didn't mind, but I was getting uncomfortable. Minutes passed, and then the footsteps continued. The hatch groaned open, then footsteps on the ladder. The catwalk creaked under her feet.
'Did you see an exit anywhere?' Wilson whispered to me. It sounded deafening in the shuttered factory. I shook my head and waited for the footsteps overhead to stop. They didn't. The girl kept walking slowly along the catwalk. Several minutes, and her progress continued. She had to be halfway across the factory by now. The catwalk sounded terrible, the metal pinging and groaning under her feet.
'She's past us,' Wilson breathed in my ear, then scooted a little distance away and pulled the drapery up so he could look out.
'What are you doing?' I hissed, pulling him back in. He shrugged me off. How was she not hearing this?
'Looking for a way out. We can't just sit here forever.'
'Maybe we can. Maybe the catwalk will collapse and then she'll stop being our problem.'
Wilson looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling, then shrugged. 'I'm not sure that would stop her from being our problem.'
He went back to looking out from under the machine, then slipped completely out. I heard him cross the aisle to another mothballed unit. I sat there cursing under my breath, then followed.
Either my eyes had adjusted to the artificial dusk of the factory floor, or there was more light in here now. I could clearly see the skeletal framework of the catwalk, criss-crossing the building. There were many machines on the floor that had not been draped, too. They stood out as blacker blacks in the darkness. Glad we hadn't run into any of those on our way to our hiding place.
Wilson was crouched behind one such machine, his hands lightly on its surface, peaking out around the corner. I got behind him, then stretched up to look over the machine. There was the girl, high up among the catwalks. She was almost to the other side of the building.
'Can we get back to the ladder and get out of here?' I asked.
'Not without her noticing. And then we're right back where we were, jumping from roof to roof.' He looked at me over his shoulder. 'Have you suddenly developed a preternatural ability to keep up with me?' I grimaced, which somehow he saw. 'So we need to find an exit on this floor, and a quiet way to get to it.'
I stood up a little taller, risking a look around the factory floor. Lots of these mothballed machines, and a raised track that once moved some kind of product from station to station. Carriage factory? It was impossible to tell in this condition. Worse, all the machinery prevented me from clearly seeing the walls. After several seconds of frustration, I found the closest thing to a door. Pulling Wilson back, I explained.
'Whatever they made here, it was pretty big. At the end of the assembly line there's a galley door. Fifteen feet tall, with sliding shutters.'
'That's it?'
'That's all I can see. Best news is that it's on our end of the factory. The line starts down there, where she is. Comes out over here,' I said, pointing.
'Galley door will be bolted shut,' Wilson said. 'Probably from the outside.'
'You're saying you can't pick a lock through a wall?' I asked.
'No, Jacob. There's the wall to contend with, and…' he stopped when he realized I wasn't serious. Gave me a look. Probably the same look he gave to things he was about to kill and eat. 'Point is, even if we get to it, we can't get through it.'
'You've never worked in a factory, I take it,' I said. 'There'll be an entrance beside the galley.'
'Like a cat door,' Wilson answered. 'Fine. That will be more traditionally locked.' He peered back around the machine. The girl was standing immobile, facing the wall opposite us. She had her hands open, as though in a benediction. 'Strange girl. But I think she'll still hear us.'
'She seems to be pretty distracted,' I said. 'I think we could make a break for it.'
'Sure,' Wilson said. 'You first.'
'You're the one who's going to be picking the lock.'
'Which is why it's important that you go first. In case she hears you, you can run off in some other direction and distract her while I get the door open.'
'Seriously?' I asked. Wilson shrugged.
'I just don't want to go first,' he said.
'What happened to 'Good to be back at it,' huh?'
'It was better on the roofs. I knew what I was doing.' He folded into himself a little and shivered. 'This place is like a damn tomb.'
'Tomb,' I said, quietly. 'Dead bodies. Trying to kill me.'
'What?' Wilson asked.
'Nothing,' I said. Rubbed my face and checked where the girl was one more time. 'Nothing. Let's go. Like you said, if she notices me I'll jump off the other way. Get the door open and I'll come around.'
