gold-gilded lanterns burning all too brightly at intervals between them. At least a nice fog was creeping higher as the night progressed, oozing between the metal railings and obscuring the polished wood deck. “If someone wanders out here and sees armed strangers, we’ll have more than Mari’s people with whom to deal.”
Basilard nodded his agreement. He and Books were Maldynado’s “backup” for facing Mari and however many guards she had left. Akstyr had been left on coal-shoveling duty again, much to his vocal chagrin. Sespian had taken Yara to accompany him to coerce the captain into helping. Maybe he thought a woman’s presence would keep a fight from breaking out. The plan was to gain the captain’s assistance, and control over the steamboat, without any of the passengers knowing about it.
The latter might prove difficult. Maldynado eyed the flintlock pistols he and the others carried, the new weapons also courtesy of Basilard’s stealthy search of the officers’ quarters. The plan was not to use them, but if Mari’s people put up a fight…
Too bad Sicarius wasn’t there to slip inside the suite with his trusty knife. Of course, that trusty knife had caused all sorts of trouble of late.
Maybe we could just push a wardrobe in front of the door and lock her in for the duration of the voyage, Basilard signed, probably wondering if Maldynado was having doubts about apprehending Mari.
“Nah. There’ll be another door on the private balcony around the corner.” Suite One lay on the starboard side, overlooking the bow of the boat.
Basilard peeked over the railing and around the corner. Two private balconies.
“Naturally. Marblecrests prefer to travel in style.” Maldynado squared his shoulders. “All right, let’s do this quietly.”
He lifted a hand but paused, debating whether to knock or barge in and catch them by surprise. They’d be awake and alert, he believed, wondering what was taking their men so long to return with news of the emperor’s death. Sespian had left the knife in engineering so that Brynia, if she had the tracking device, wouldn’t know that the blade’s owner was on the move.
Maldynado tried the knob and found it locked. The sturdy brass hinges, coupled with the stoutness of the wood, suggested it’d be a hard door to bash down. He stood to the side, in case guards flung it open and leaped out, and he knocked.
“It’s the captain,” Maldynado called, lowering his voice to a gruff octave on the guess that the captain would be an older man. “I’m told you boarded without displaying your ticket. I’ll need to see that.”
Basilard’s eyebrows rose. Books shook his head with the condemnation of a man certain a ruse would not work.
Maldynado shrugged. Given that Mari and company had been fleeing the castle, it seemed plausible.
He knocked again. “Lady Marblecrest?”
A gunshot fired from within. Wood splintered, and a new, bullet-sized hole appeared in the center of the door. Though Books and Basilard hadn’t been standing in front of the entrance, they dropped to their bellies on the deck.
Relieved he’d been standing to the side of the door, Maldynado had to gulp before he could offer an unconcerned smile to his comrades. “It’s possible she didn’t believe I was the captain.”
“Or she doesn’t like the captain,” Books said.
Two more shots fired, and bullets burst through the door. One clanged off the metal railing behind the team. So much for “quietly.”
“That’s either one repeating weapon,” Maldynado said, “or she has multiple armed people in there.”
Balcony? Basilard signed. There will be windows.
“You volunteering?” Maldynado asked.
Basilard twitched a shoulder. If you provide the diversion.
Maldynado knocked again, careful not to stand in front of the door. He hoped the walls proved thicker and more bullet-repellent. “Lady Marblecrest,” he called, still disguising his voice, “this is unacceptable behavior, especially from a woman of your stature.”
Basilard hopped to his feet, climbed into the rail, and disappeared around the corner.
“If you don’t surrender your firearms, step out of your cabin, and show me your ticket,” Maldynado continued, “I’ll be forced to throw you in the brig.”
“I’d pay to see a warrior-caste woman locked behind bars.” Books rose to a crouch and, after a couple of glances from the door to the corner Basilard had disappeared around, finally decided, with a deep sigh, to follow Basilard.
Another bang came from within. Maldynado wondered how many armed people awaited.
“Make sure to let me in when you get inside,” he whispered after Books, then raised his voice for Mari’s sake. “Lady Marblecrest, you’re going to force me to get the master key and send armed security personnel into your rooms. If you don’t want that, I-”
The next door down creaked open, and a man peeked a couple inches of his head out. It wasn’t the only door open either. Emperor’s warts, everyone on the deck must have heard the gunfire.
“Go back inside.” Maldynado waved his pistol to encourage compliance. He knew the lighting wasn’t poor enough to convince anyone he was the captain, but maybe if he pretended to be some security guard, the passengers wouldn’t feel the need to defend the boat the way the kitchen staff had rallied to protect their castle. “We have the situation controlled.”
A shot fired inside the suite. This time glass cracked. A window on the balcony?
“Er, we’ll have it controlled soon,” Maldynado corrected. Blast, he hoped that wasn’t Basilard and Books being shot at.
“… is that man?” a woman asked, her voice floating out from the nearest cabin. “… doesn’t look like any of the young officers.”
Crashes and thumps sounded within the suite, and Maldynado couldn’t spare the other passengers any more thoughts. He pounded on the door. Only gunshots answered him, a lot of gunshots. Either Mari had an entire army in there, or Books and Basilard were shooting too. Maldynado hoped Mari had the sense to keep her head down.
A woman screamed. The shooting stopped.
Pounding on the door wasn’t getting Maldynado anywhere. He vaulted onto the railing, following Basilard and Books’s route. Using the wood trim on the boat’s hull for handholds, he crawled around the corner and along the outside of the suite to the balcony several feet away. Fog hid the water churning three decks below him, but he had no trouble hearing the waves slapping at the hull.
By the time Maldynado jumped onto the balcony, a deathly quiet had dropped over the suite.
A hole gaped in the closest window, a spider web of cracks branching out from it. Maldynado grabbed the knob on the door next to it, hoping this one wasn’t locked too. It turned. Flattening his back to the wall beside the door, Maldynado pulled it open without exposing himself.
No shots rang out.
Pistol in hand, he peeked around the jamb. A few lamps burned, revealing the carnage within. Blood spattered white curtains as well as a creamy sofa that had been knocked over and used as a barricade-bullet holes dotted the back side. Ivory Strat Tiles, some also spattered with blood, scattered the floor about a table, upturned chairs, and the bodies of three men in private security uniforms. Maldynado recognized at least one fellow from the resort. Nobody was moving.
“Books?” Maldynado whispered, not seeing him or Basilard.
An interior door stood ajar. After making sure nobody lurked, ready to leap out at him, Maldynado picked his way around the sofa and headed for the room.
Low voices came from within. One was a woman’s. Maldynado’s gut clenched. Mari and Brynia… They couldn’t have taken down Books and Basilard. He shook his head. No chance.
Yet there was a tremor to his hand when he raised the pistol and stepped around the doorjamb.
Relief washed over him at the sight of Books and Basilard standing at the foot of a large bed. A blonde-haired woman-Brynia-knelt in the corner, her back against the wall, her hands up. A second woman’s body was sprawled on the carpet in front of Books.
Maldynado must have made some noise, for Books turned toward him. Maldynado got the full view then, one of frizzy brown hair, vacant eyes, and a blood-saturated dress.
