filled the ship, dwelt in iron and the butane heat of the burners. I felt cramped in the close burrow of the hangar. There were people around, more than just the three of us. I was being boarded.
I groaned against the wooden walls of the hangar. My mooring lines strained and broke. The anti-ballast slithered against the ceiling, popping shingles off the slatboard roof. I angled toward the door, just cleared the archway. It was a close fit. I clacked open the voxorator.
“Wilson, we’ve got boarders.” My voice tore from my throat in flat iron pipes. I forgot what it was like, talking straight from your soul into the vox.
“I’m on them. You’re sure you can get this thing airborne?”
“Oh, sure. It’s going to be great.”
In truth, I already felt the queasiness of the decoupling. Last time I’d flown, last time I was ever supposed to fly, I had locked into the manifold and then lost control. Worse, it felt like some malignancy spread through the ship the longer I stayed hooked in. An ensign had pulled me out of the coffin, minutes later than he should have. No one else got out.
I didn’t want that to happen this time. I’d just get us off the Torch’, get us close to the city. Getting out of the manifold would be tricky, but once I was out hopefully the ship would just crash and we could get out. Hopefully.
I took us out of the hangar and off the Torch’. There was gunfire. I registered hits along the main deck, some that went into the anti-ballast. Adjusting for the loss in lift was easy. I’d forgotten how good I was at this. Without thinking about it, I was flying again, flying like I’d always wanted to, like I’d always dreamed. Since I was a kid.
The darkness filled me quickly. I knew what it was this time, the spirit of the girl Camilla living on in her dissected organs. She lashed out blindly through the manifold. I couldn’t stay in here any longer. We were well on our way down, tipping over the Ebd and crossing into the city proper. Veridon spread out below us. Warning sirens were spinning up all across the city. I doused the burners, spun up the running lights to give people a chance to get out of our way, then started to decouple from the manifold. I went to the vox one last time.
“Wilson, status?”
“We’re going down kinda hard!” he yelled. His voice was nervous. Imagine that, my anansi friend scared of falling out of the sky.
“That’s okay. How are the boarders?”
“They’re everywhere. I’m on the main deck right now. Should I get to a crash seat?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely. How’s-”
The vox cut out. I decoupled. The sockets pulled from my eyes with a sickening wrench, and my heart slid shut. I sat up and tried to cough out the rusty taste in my mouth. The room was perfectly dark. The burners were guttering just beyond the bulkhead above. The air smelled like burning oil. The floor pitched at a horrible rate. I got up. There was something else in the air, something familiar. Summerwisp.
Emily was at the door, leaning against the frame. The engine sprouting from her chest had crumbled away. The blisters of metal along her arms seemed to have reasserted themselves though, and a ghostly halo sprouted from behind her head.
“Em, love, are you okay?” I asked. I was standing by the coffin. The ship was shuddering down, the pitch of the floor getting more and more precarious by the second.
“I’m fine, Jacob. You saved the Cog?” she asked. Her voice was weak. I had to strain to hear her.
“Yeah, I’ve got it.” I pulled the Angel’s heart out of my coat. There was a spattering of gunfire from one of the lower decks. I could hear the sirens from the city below, drifting thinly up through the ship. “Things are about to get difficult, Emily. We need to get you settled. Come on, come with me.”
I reached out a hand to guide her out of the control, putting the Cog back in the inside pocket of my coat. I wanted to get us on the main gunnery deck, to one of the crash chambers. It’d be a good evac point, once we came down. Wilson could manage below decks.
“Difficult. Yes.” She took a step forward. Light from the emergency lights danced off her halo. I saw that she had two small wings, one above each shoulder. They were each a foot long, delicate, ephemeral things of diaphanous beauty. Silver veins ran down her face, and her eyes were moon bright pools of empty light. She raised her hands. “I’m sorry, Jacob. She’s the only body you left me.”
The Angel leapt forward. Her hands tapered down to whisper thin blades of incandescent light. He took a swipe at me, missed and took a chunk out of the coffin. Elsewhere, an impact alarm started going off. We hit something, the airship twisting as it went through some tower or tenement and continued on. Emily came towards me, her hands on fire.
I did the smart thing and ran. There was an emergency exit to the control pod. I slapped the panic button and blew the door, then ran out onto the decking of the evac deck. The ship was pitched at such a radical angle that the cityscape seemed to spread out in front of me. We were rushing past at a tremendous rate. Our angle of descent almost perfectly matched the city’s own downward elevation towards the Reine. As I ran down the evac deck towards a glide boat, we skipped off a warehouse roof, digging a wide, grinding trench in the shingles before we bounced back up into the air. I looked back. Emily was following me sluggishly.
When he fell apart, back up on the Torch’, some bits of the Angel must have survived and infected Emily. Her new and vulgar implants were much less settled than my own. Perhaps that made her more susceptible. Perhaps they were designed to be particularly welcoming to the Angel’s infection. Either way, something of him was in her. It couldn’t be much. Her transformation was minimal. Enough to try to kill me, though.
I got around the evac deck and climbed down to the main gun deck. The cutter turrets were battened down and the shell cabinets were locked. Not that I needed a weapon that big. I hoped. I found a service box and clacked it open.
“Wilson! Where are you?”
“Occupied on forward observation.” Grunting, and gunfire. I heard it twice, both through the vox and from the front of the ship. “You still in control?”
“No. Look, that thing has Emily. She’s trying to kill me.”
Silence.
“Wilson?”
“I heard you. Where?”
“Main gunnery. Get up here.”
The vox clacked shut. Emily was down the stairs and walking towards me. I kicked open the service box and pulled out the revolver. Familiar gun, even if the inscription was different.
“Are you going to shoot her, Jacob?” she asked. “Your pretty girlfriend?”
I fired once, kicking splinters up out of the decking in front of her. She smiled, that smile I was so comfortable with, but not her smile anymore.
“I don’t think so, Jacob. And it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
She surged forward, arms out. I hesitated, the revolver in hand, the sight on her forehead. At the last second I flipped the pistol over and clubbed at her arms. The blades touched my skin and I yelped. Blisters formed across my forearm. I jumped back, but she kept coming.
“There, there, Jacob. It’ll heal. Just give me the heart and we can all get back to life. You can have your girlfriend back.”
But it wasn’t healing. I was right. The thing in my chest had given up, faded out. My arm was on fire, and it was going to stay that way. I pulled the Cog out.
“This thing? This is what you want. How can I know you’ll let her go?”
“I won’t need her anymore. And really, Jacob. What choice do you have?” She held her bladed fingers against her cheek, resting the infinite sharpness on her skin. Blood broke out, running down her chin. “Tell me how beautiful she is, Jacob. How lovely she is.”
I tossed the Cog onto the decking. It skittered, then lay flat. I took a step back.
“Go ahead. Go on, take it. I want out, that’s all. That’s all I’ve ever wanted in this godsdamn deal.”
“That’s all any of us want, Jacob.” She stepped forward, hovered in anticipation over the Cog. She knelt and touched it lightly on the edge, a shiver going up her arm. She picked it up, and her chest burst open, flowered, beckoned the heart.
“Sorry,” I said, then kicked Emily full in the face. The Cog bounced and rolled down the deck. I ran to it. As I
