Black Lament
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He nodded, and a short time later we stood on the sidewalk in front of the Agency doors. Even though I was under the veil, other Agents could see me, and they gave me a wide berth as they exited the building.
Beezle poked his head out of my coat. “How are you going to play this?”
“I’m just going to go in there like I belong. Which I do,” I said, and then to Nathaniel, “Try to stun anyone who gets in our way. I’ve had enough of bodies today.”
We pushed open the doors of the Agency and walked inside.
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AS SOON AS WE ENTERED, NATHANIEL DROPPED HIS veil and I pushed my wings back in. The security guards, who looked like they were half-asleep as Agents went through the checkpoints on their way out of the building, stood up abruptly.
I strolled up to the checkpoint and smiled at the guard there.
“Agent Black,” he said carefully. He had one hand in the air, and the other hand was creeping toward the gun at his hip. Where did all the guns come from? Why had I never really noticed them before?
“You don’t want to do that, Agent Hill,” I said. “Because I am in a really bad mood, and I don’t want anyone else to get hurt today.”
“Our orders are to take you into custody,” he said, his fingers brushing the holster.
“Do you have kids, Agent Hill?” I asked conversationally.
He looked confused. “Yeah.”
I leaned close to him, and my smile became a baring of teeth. “Do you want to see them again?”
His hand dropped to his side and he took a step back. “Let her through.”
“Smart man,” I said, and walked through the metal detector. The alarm was set off by the sword on my back.
“What are you doing?” one of the other guards shouted, running toward us.
Nathaniel, who was following closely behind me, turned around and stunned the guard who had shouted. The man fell to the ground, the gun in his hand spinning away on the shiny marble floor.
“Any other takers?” I asked to the room at large.
The secretary, the other two guards and the few Agents who were in the lobby all stood very still.
“That’s what I thought,” I said, and went to the elevators.
“They’re going to have every Agent in the building come down on your head in a minute,” Beezle said.
“I don’t care,” I said. “In a minute I’m going to have J.B. and Samiel and Jude with me.”
“And then what?” Beezle said. “Fight your way out of another impossible situation?”
“No,” I said. “They’re going to give me the other three, and then we’re going to walk out of here.”
“What insanity do you have planned this time?” Beezle asked as we stepped into the empty elevator.
I pressed the button for the basement level one. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t involve anyone bleeding. Probably.”
The doors opened. The hallway seemed suspiciously quiet.
“The rooms where the lost souls were kept are this way,” I said, going left.
We walked past the Hall of Records. The door was closed. No one moved up and down the corridor.
At the end of the hallway was a set of double doors. Behind the doors was a conference room that had been modified into a padded cell for the people I’d found in the warehouse with their memories stolen.
No one stood outside the doors. I kicked them open.
Sokolov sat at the head of a table like a preening little king. On one side of the table, lying on the floor, were Jude and Samiel, bound and gagged.
J.B. was on top of the table, shirtless, and two Agents held him down while a third sliced a knife across his chest.
Everything stopped when we entered the room.
“Maddy,” J.B. said, and his voice was full of despair.
“Let them go,” I said to Sokolov.
“Agent Black,” he said, coming to his feet. “I am surprised you would dare show your face here after what you have done today.”
“Let them go,” I repeated.
“I don’t think so,” Sokolov said, indicating to the Agents that they should come after me. “I think you’ll be joining your friends.”
“Where do you get your dialogue?” I said. “Cheesy Villains R Us?”
The three Agents approached Nathaniel and me.
“I don’t have time for this,” I said, and I blasted all three of them in the face with nightfire.
They fell to the ground, clawing at their faces and screaming. I would have felt bad about the fact that I’d set their eyeballs on fire, but I’d seen them cutting up J.B.
“Cut the other two loose,” I said to Nathaniel. I went to J.B., who was trying to sit up, and put my arm around him.
Sokolov narrowed his eyes at me. “What is it you think you will accomplish by this act, Agent Black? You have repeatedly defied the express wishes of the Agency. You have harmed other Agents. You have demonstrated that you have no respect or care for your office or your sacred duty. You have become a rogue, Agent Black, and as such you will be given into the custody of the Retrievers.”
Nathaniel finished loosing Samiel and Jude, and the three of them came around to help J.B. to his feet. I walked toward Sokolov, who stood impassively as I approached him, secure in his belief that he would defeat me.
“You know what?” I said. “I’ve had a long day, and I’m really sick and tired of listening to threats from little creatures who think they’re more powerful than me. I killed Antares today. I wiped out Azazel’s army, the army he’d intended to use to gain dominion over the world. And I killed Azazel.”
Sokolov’s eyes widened slightly. So he hadn’t known about that yet. Good.
“I killed one of the oldest Grigori, the angel that had sat at the right hand of Lucifer since time unknown. And right now, what I really want is to go home with my friends, take a nap, and eat Chinese food until I feel sick.”
“Pork dumplings!” Beezle said from the inside of my coat.
“So here’s what I am telling you, and believe me, this is no empty threat. If you don’t let us walk out of here unharmed, I will burn this building and everyone in it to the ground. And I will start with you.”
“She has this thing about burning buildings,” Beezle said. “She seemed normal as a kid, so I don’t know where this obsession comes from.”
“You are an Agent of death, Madeline Black,” Sokolov shouted, and for the first time he looked a little afraid. “You must submit to our authority.”
“No,” I said, and I knew what I had to do. “I don’t. Because I am no longer an Agent.”
Sokolov’s eyes bulged in his piggy face. “You cannot do that. No one leaves the Agency.”
“I break all ties with the Agency. I renounce the mantle of Death,” I said, and my back tingled as I spoke. “As of today, you can command me no more.”
My words echoed in the room. Sokolov looked stunned. Suddenly, I doubled over in pain. The building trembled in its foundation, like an earthquake had rolled beneath it.
“What’s happening?” J.B. said. “What’s the matter?”
I couldn’t speak. It felt like a thousand swords were plunging into my body. My throat was filled with magic, choking me.
I opened my mouth, and all the magic that I had possessed as an Agent poured from me in a stream. At the same time, there was a rending sound as the back of my coat and shirt tore open. I screamed as pain ripped down both sides of my spine, falling to my hands and knees. Beezle flew out of my coat.
And then it was over.
“Gods above and below,” Nathaniel said.
I stood up, feeling sick, and turned around. Jude, Samiel, J.B. and Nathaniel all stared at the ground.
My wings lay on the floor, the roots that had dug into my back torn free. I could feel the blood running down my back, pooling at the base of my spine.
I’d lost my wings, and for a moment I felt despair.
Sokolov chuckled behind me. “What will you do now, Madeline Black, without your magic?”
I turned slowly back to face him. “I may not have my Agent’s magic any longer, but I am still the goddamned granddaughter of Lucifer.”
I blasted him with nightfire, and he flew across the room, smashing into the wall.
“Well, that was unexpected,” Beezle said, fluttering beside my shoulder. “What now?”
“They’re going to let us walk out of the building,” I said. “Everyone here felt that tremor, and they’re going to know who caused it.”
Nathaniel took off his overcoat and wrapped it around me. I looked like a child, the hem dragging on the ground. Jude and Samiel helped J.B. back into his shirt and jacket.
“We’ll have to do first aid later,” I said apologetically.
J.B. nodded. “It’s fine. I don’t want to spend any more time here than I have to.”
“Going to renounce your wings, too?” I said. “Come on, be a rebel.”
He gave me a half smile. “How about I just not show up for work tomorrow?”
“It’s a step,” I said. “Pretty soon you’ll be a wild and crazy rule-breaker like me.”
He shook his head. “There’s no one like you.”
“Thank the Morningstar,” Beezle said. “Because I don’t think this city could handle two of her.”
The six of us hobbled into the hallway in various states of disrepair. The passage was still empty. I was surprised there weren’t five dozen Agents waiting to take custody of us.
“So what happened?” I asked Jude as we waited for the elevator.
“They were waiting for us when we came through the portal,” Jude said. “Bryson and a bunch of his buddies. Sokolov’s cronies had come for Bryson and taken J.B. before we got there.”
They took the Agents and then arrested us, Samiel signed as we piled into the elevator. We were just glad that you hadn’t come through the portal yet.