Marasi stumbled up. He had fifteen of them in various states of captivity. Exactly as he’dsaid, he’dbeen able to use his speed bubble to counteract her slowness bubble and grab them one at a time. His control over his powers was increasingly impressive.
She wasn’t surprised he’dtaken so many captive—Wayne preferred not to kill. It was something they agreed on. As for the card game, well… at this point his antics barely shocked her. She settled down on the remnant of a broken crate. “Wayne, I could have used your help.”
“By the time I had these chaps all trussed up,” Wayne said, “you already had that fellow in the suit down. I saw you restin’, and it seemed best to give you some time.”
She hadn’t even noticed. Rusts, her shoulder still hurt. She grimaced, looking around the room.
“So, uh,” Wayne said, “damn.Did you turn to cannibalism or something?”
Marasi looked down at her uniform, which was covered in blood. “Cannibalism?That’swhere your mind went?”
“One sees a lady covered in blood,” Wayne said, “and it goes to a natural place: wonderin’ if maybe she feasts on the livers of the people what she defeated. Not that I’m judging.”
“Not judging?” Marasi said. “Wayne, that’sabsolutelysomething youshouldjudge someone for.”
“Right. Shame on you, then.”
She sighed. “Here I was thinking that I was finally used to your Wayne-ness.” She proffered the spikes, each six inches long with a thick head—save for the smallest, most interesting one, which was narrow and thin, barely four inches long. “I dug these out of the Cycle’s body. He would have come back to life, healing himself, if I’dleft them in.”
“How?” he said. “It don’t work that way.”
“Did for him. This other spike might be why.”
“Is that…”
“Trellium?” she said. “Yes. It has to be.”
Wayne whistled softly. “We should celebrate. You save any liver for me?”
She gave him a flat stare, at which he just grinned. “We don’t eat people,” she said to the captives. “He’s just joking.”
“Aw, Marasi,” Wayne said. “I’ve been workin’ on my reputation with these blokes.”
“We broke into their cavern,” she said, “defeated their leader, blew up most of their goods, killed half of them and captured the rest. I think your reputation is fine.” She narrowed her eyes, noticing that all of the captives were barefoot. “Dare I ask why you took off their shoes?”
“Shoelaces,” Wayne said, and she glanced at their bound hands. “Old Roughs trick when you don’t have enough rope.” He nodded to the side, and the two of them stepped away to talk in private. “That’s a lot of captives, Marasi, and shoelaces aren’t going to hold them real well. Any moment now, one of them will pop out a knife I missed—or worse, a gun. So…”
“Instant Backup?” she asked.
“Rusts, I love that code name.”
“As long as it gets me to a bath sooner, I’m for it. There should be a way up to the city through the door I used—and there’s a ladder to the right, inside the chasm.” She paused. “Check on the body for me? I have this terrible premonition that I missed a spike and he’ll come looking for me.”
“Got it,” Wayne said. He surveyed the room. “Nice work.”
“We blew the place up and killed the guy who had the most information.”
“We survived,” Wayne said, “stopped a gang of miscreants, protected the city, denied our enemies resources, and recovered some important metals. In my book we did a rustin’ good job. You’re too hard on yourself, Marasi.”
Well… maybe she was. It was the sort of thing you learned, growing up as she had. So she nodded and let herself take the compliment, feeling some weight lift from her. Wayne jogged off, and she walked back to the tied-up gang of thugs, pistol held in a deliberately threatening way.
Judging by how they looked at her, she didn’t need to do much to intimidate them. “You’re the lucky ones,” she said—mostly to distractthem. “You’re going to be treated fairly. So long as no one does anything stupid.” She fished in her pocket, ignoring the book she’dtaken from the Cycle for now, instead pulling out a notebook that was onlyslightlycoated in blood. “I have a list of rights here I’m going to read to you. Listen carefully, so you know what options and legal protections will be available to you.”
She opened the notebook and burned cadmium, tossing out a bubble of slowed time that covered them all. Hopefully they’dbe distracted by her lecture, because if they were watching the perimeter they’dsee the smoldering fires wink out too quickly.
That was probably the extent of the clues; there weren’t as many tells in a cavern as there would be outside, where the motion of the sun, falling leaves, or passing bystanders would indicate exactly what was happening. As the minutes passed in slowed time for Marasi and the gangsters, Wayne would be jogging to the constabulary to get backup.
Marasi finished her recitation, then did a slow walk around the captives, pistol at the ready, metal burning within her. A few of them stilled as she passed; they’dbeen trying to work out the knots in their bindings. Wayne was right. This many captives presented a potentially volatile situation. Hopefully backup would come quickly.