lowered my hands. I was still smiling. Not a very nice smile, perhaps, but that's the Nightside for you. The security men looked mournfully at the officer in charge, who looked at me and tried a smile of his own. It wasn't very successful.
'Go away,' I said to him. 'Go away terribly quickly, or I'll show you all a similar trick, involving your inner organs and a whole lot of buckets.'
The security force disappeared from the lobby with impressive speed, probably to go and tell upper management that I'd been nasty to them. A few looked like they were going to cry. Eamonn looked at all the bullets scattered across the floor and prodded a few with the toe of his shoe, to be sure they were real.
'You see?' I said to Tommy. 'It doesn't always have to end in violence.'
'It's still the sensible way to bet when you're involved,' Tommy said darkly.
'Someone's going to have to clear all this up,' said Eamonn.
We took the elevator to the top floor, overriding the security locks with a hairpin and an enchanted screwdriver, and the doors opened obligingly onto upper management territory. The corridor before us was completely empty. I strolled past a series of doors, Tommy and Eamonn trotting along in my wake, checking off the names on the doors until I came to a brightly polished brass plate bearing the title branch director, and the name mr. Alexander. I looked enquiringly at Eamonn, but he just shook his head.
'I don't know the name, but then, I wouldn't. I don't normally have dealings with people on this rarefied level.' He looked at me uncertainly. 'I'm really not sure we should disturb someone like him over something like this.'
'Really?' I said. 'I'm sure. I live to disturb people like him.'
'And you do it so well,' said Tommy.
I slammed the door open without knocking, and strode in like I owned the place. Tommy took Eamonn by the arm and tactfully eased him in. It was clearly an outer office, complete with uncomfortable chairs to wait on and an ice queen secretary sitting barricaded behind her desk. Really thick pile carpeting, tasteful prints on the walls, and hidden speakers playing classical Muzak. The air was subtly scented, probably with the smell of new currency. I looked at the secretary, and knew we weren't going to be friends. She looked like a fashion model with a business degree, tall and blonde and supernaturally slender, with a cold gaze that could give an Eskimo the shudders. I headed for the desk, giving her my best intimidating smile, and she didn't budge an inch.
'Good evening,' she said, in a tone that doubted it was. 'Do you have an appointment?'
'I'm John Taylor,' I said cheerfully. 'I don't do appointments.'
'I'm afraid Mr. Alexander only sees people by appointment.' She didn't sound sorry. 'Mr. Alexander is a very busy man.'
She indicated a heavy, old-fashioned appointments book, with every entry handwritten. I snapped my fingers at it and it burst into flames, crumbling quickly into ashes. The secretary didn't flinch a bit.
'Nice trick,' said Tommy. 'Flashy, but effective.'
'Thank you,' I said. 'I've been practicing. You should see what I can do with an elephant.' I put both hands on the desk and leaned forward so I could glare right into the secretary's face. 'Tell Mr. Alexander that John Taylor is seeing him right now, if he knows what's good for him. Or I'll do something distressing to this office. Suddenly and violently and all over the place.'
'Mr. Alexander doesn't see anyone without an appointment,' said the secretary, every word chipped out of ice. She stood up, and I straightened up with her to keep the glare going. She was taller than I'd thought, and up close there was an uneasy, animal presence to her. She glared right back at me, and her eyes were very dark. 'I am here to ensure Mr. Alexander isn't bothered by unsuitable people. Go now. While you still can.'
'Anyone ever tell you you're cute when you're angry?' I said.
And then I stepped back abruptly, as her body stretched and swelled, bones cracking loudly as they lengthened, fur covering her skin as she burst out of her clothes. Her face elongated into a wolf's muzzle, and sharp claws appeared on her hands and feet. Great muscles swelled under the dark grey fur. By the time the change was complete, the
werewolf was eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with a long, slavering muzzle packed with viciously sharp teeth. She breathed heavily, presumably with anticipation, as she moved unhurriedly out from behind the desk. Her clawed feet dug deep furrows in the carpet.
'Go on, Taylor, sweet-talk her some more,' said Tommy. 'Since it worked so well the last time.'
'Ah hell,' I said. 'All these corporate types are guarded by watchdogs of some kind. Don't suppose you've got any silver with you, have you?'
'Don't you?' said Tommy.
'Nothing big enough to do any damage. You want to try your voice of reason? Maybe persuade her she isn't really an eight-foot-tall engine of destruction?'
'She doesn't look like the type to listen to reason,' said Tommy. 'Eamonn? Eamonn, don't you dare faint on me.'
'Nice doggy,' said Eamonn, in a far-away voice.
'Okay, he's off with the faeries,' I said. 'Come on, Tommy, maybe you could get her to roll over onto her back, so I could tickle her tummy?'
'You try it,' said Tommy. 'Eamonn and I will watch from a safe distance.'
The werewolf lunged forward, and Tommy and I jumped out of the way, Tommy dragging the dazed Eamonn with him. We moved quickly to hide behind the secretary's desk, and the werewolf tossed it aside with one sweep of a powerful arm. I looked quickly about me. It was a small office, and the werewolf was between us and the door. There was nowhere to run, and she knew it. Her wolfish grin lengthened, showing even more teeth, and she flexed her clawed hands languorously, anticipating dragging them through yielding human flesh. She lunged forward impossibly quickly, her front paws slamming into my chest and hurling me to the floor. She straddled me, sticking her long muzzle right into my face, her jaws opening
wide to show a crimson tongue lapping unhurriedly over huge, pointed teeth. Her rank animal smell was almost overpowering. I gagged, fighting for breath, and that gave me an idea. Using a variation on my little trick for taking bullets out of guns, I took all the air out of her lungs. The werewolf straightened up suddenly, her eyes bulging, then she collapsed on the churned-up carpet, kicked a few times as she fought for air that wasn't there, and finally was still. I relaxed the spell, and she started breathing again, but I didn't think she'd be waking up again anytime soon. I kicked her in the head a few times, just to be sure. Tommy winced.
'Oh please,' I said. 'She would quite definitely have killed all of us.'
Tommy sniffed. 'Why did you wait so long to take her out?'
'Just biding my time,' I lied.
'You could have let her die,' Tommy said thoughtfully. 'But you didn't. Why not?'
'Because I'm trying to be one of the Good Guys, these days. Let's go see Mr. Alexander.'
I walked over to consider the inner door, while Tommy took Eamonn firmly by the arm. My client's eyes were clear again, but he still didn't want to look at the werewolf 's unconscious body. I used the smallest part of my gift to check the door for hidden security magics, but to my surprise there didn't seem to be any. It was only a door. I shrugged, opened it, and walked through, with Tommy and Eamonn right behind me.
The inner-office was luxurious enough, but Mr. Alexander turned out to be a surprisingly anonymous guy, sitting behind his oversized desk. Just another business suit and tie, carrying more weight than was good for him, with thinning hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. He smiled easily at all of us, though he must have heard the commotion in his
outer office. We arranged ourselves before his desk, and Mr. Alexander nodded to each of us in turn, finishing with Eamonn, who stepped forward suddenly.
'Why?' he said bluntly. 'Why me, why ... all of this?'
'Because we're very disappointed in you, Eamonn,' said Mr. Alexander, his rich, deep voice kindly but firm, like the headmaster who only wants what's good for you. 'Your work has always been perfectly adequate, but you could be so much more. We pride ourselves on spotting people who could do great things for the Corporation. People who could go right to the top. We offered you promotion often enough, but you always turned us down. We don't take kindly to having our offers thrown back in our face, Eamonn. So we decided sterner measures were in order.'
'We?' I said.
