“This isnotthe plan!” VenDell said, peeking past her.
“Plans last until someone starts shootin’, mate,” Wayne said.
“So unruly,” VenDell muttered. “All these beautiful bones are going to get crushed.”
“Not if we can stop it,” Marasi said. “Help Wayne with that Sequence and take down any armed enemies you see. Be careful of our drivers—they’re out of uniform but all wearing white shoes.”
“Um…” VenDell said. “My. Hmm… When you say, ‘take down,’ what precisely do you mean, Miss Colms?”
“Kill?” Marasi said. “Shoot? Maim? Eat? I’m not picky, VenDell.”
“Ah, yes, er,” he said. “You see, I amnotmuch of a fighter. I’m a connoisseur. A good planner. A bearer of deep and important thoughts.”
She glared at him.
“I follow the First Contract, Miss Colms,” he said. “Like almost all kandra. I cannot kill, or even hurt, a living creature.Particularlynot a human being.”
“MeLaan never had that trouble,” Wayne said.
“MeLaan is a miscreant!” VenDell said. “Why do you think she was assigned to you? Only she and TenSoon are capable fighters; the rest of us abhor it! I should, er, get away. And plan. Yes, plan how to respond.”
Marasi glanced at Wayne, who was rolling his eyes.
“You’re basically indestructible, right?” she said to VenDell. “Like MeLaan?”
“Well, technically. But you see, I—”
“Then get out there,” Marasi said, “and draw some fire. Also, if you can manage it, toss me one of those aluminum guns.”
“Very well,” he said with a deep sigh. “This is the last time I let Harmony convince me—”
He broke off as a short woman rounded the back of the truck, somehow moving at their speed—and then she steppedintotheir speed bubble.
The stout woman wore a bowler hat and held a dueling cane in one hand. “’Ello, lovelies,” she said. “What’re we doin’? Havin’ a meetin’? I like meetin’ new folks. Killin’thembreaks the monotony.” She grinned, then leaped for Marasi.
It was such an incongruous experience—no one hadeverviolated oneof Wayne’s bubbles—that Marasi reacted with embarrassing slowness. Wayne wasn’t so inhibited. He grabbed the woman by the arm as she swung, preventing the dueling cane from connecting with Marasi’s head.
All three of them fell in a jumble. Wayne ended up with the dueling cane, but the woman scrambled away. She became a blur for a second as she hit the edge of the speed bubble—and then she was crossing the room at normal human speed. A moment later she froze in place, moving sluggishly.
“Damn!” Wayne said. “Another Slider!”
Of course. Someone with Wayne’s same power—she could create her own speed bubbles. When she’dmoved quickly for a moment, it was because her speed bubble had overlapped with Wayne’s, doubling her speed for a split second. But she’dbeen forced to drop her bubble to keep moving through the room, as Sliders had to take brief breaks in using their powers.
“Wayne,” Marasi said, “new plan. I’m going to try to grab my Allomantic grenades. They broke free during that blast earlier. You need to stop the strange version of yourself.”
“What?” he demanded. “Because she’s a Slider, she’s a strange version of me?”
“I agree,” VenDell said. “Wayne is already incredibly strange—so a strange version of him would be normal.”
“It doesn’t matter!” Marasi snapped. “Wayne, deal with the Slider. VenDell, distract the Coinshot. Ready?”
“Ready,” Wayne said.
“Not ready!” VenDell said.
“Drop the bubble!” Marasi said, already leaping forward.
Wayne complied, and the sound of the room hit her in a cacophony. Men scrambling for weapons and starting to fire. Screams and shouts of pain. Constables trying to organize themselves—a dozen different voices giving conflicting orders.