Everyone here knows the general objective, Nicodemus said, though Im going to be leaving specific details vague, for the time being. I trust that I need not emphasize the need for secrecy to anyone here. Our target has a great many ways of gathering information, and if he gets wind of our venture from any of them, it will certainly come to an abrupt and terminal conclusion for all of us.
Keep your mouth shut, I said, loudly enough to be a little annoying. Got it.
Nicodemus gave me that not-smile again. In order to make clear to you all the potential gains to be had in this enterprise, you shall each be paid two million dollars upon our successful removal of my particular goal, guaranteed.
Karrins breath stopped for a second. My stomach did an odd thing.
Man. Two million dollars.
I mean, I wasnt gonna take Nicodemuss money. I wasnt doing this for the money. Neither was she. But neither of us had ever been exactly wealthy, and there were always bills to pay. I mean, stars and stones. Two million bucks would buy you a lot of ramen.
In addition, Nicodemus continued, you are welcome to whatever you can carry away from the target. There is an unfathomable amount of wealth theremore than we could take away with a locomotive, much less on foot.
What kind of wealth? Binder asked. Cash, you mean?
For what that is worth, Nicodemus said, an edge of contempt in his voice. But that is collected more as a curiosity than anything else, I suspect. The real trove contains gold. Jewels. Art. Priceless artifacts of history. Virtually every rare and valuable thing to have gone mysteriously missing over the past two thousand years has wound up there. I would suggest that perhaps filling a few packs with precious gemstones might be the most profitable and least traceable course of action for each of you, but if you simply must have something more distinctive, you are welcome to take it if you can carry it and if it does not slow down our egress. I think it easily possible for each of you to beat the cash payment by an order of magnitude.
So, not two million each.
Twenty-two million each.
That was so much money, it almost didnt have a real meaning . . . which was a real meaning all by itself.
And what are you after? Ascher asked, openly suspicious. If youre willing to dish out two million to each of us, you certainly arent hurting for money. You dont need a backpack of diamonds.
Her reasoning made me like her a little more. Her tone doubled it.
Nicodemus smiled. Ill make that clear to you before we go in. For now, suffice to say that it is a single, small article of relatively little monetary value.
Liar, I thought.
As I said to Dresden before, he has known me only as an adversary. Much of my reputation has been made from those who have opposedmethose who survived the experience, that is. He smiled and took a sip of coffee. There is another side to that coin. One does not operate for as many years as I have by betraying allies. It simply isnt practical. Certainly, one uses every weapon one has when dealing with foesbut when I work with associates, I do not turn aside or leave them behind. It is not from any sense of sentiment. It is because I do business with many people over the course of centuries, and treachery is a bad long-term investment. It simply isnt good business.
Liar, I thought. But maybe a little less emphatically than I had before. What he was saying made sense. In the supernatural world, there were plenty of people and things that counted their life spans in centuries. Wrong a wizard when hes young, for example, and you could wait three hundred years to find out he was never able to put it behind himand has been working to gain the clout he needs to make it clear to you that your actions were unacceptable. Cross a vampire, and it could haunt you for millennia.
A certain degree of cutthroat pragmatism was what made any kind of alliance between various supernatural entities possible. Id seen it between my grandfather and a professional assassin called the Hellhound. Id seen it when squaring off against various bad guys, over the years, most of whom were willing to make a deal of some kind. Hell, Id done it, with Mab, and she was doing it again with Nicodemus by sticking me here.
So it was entirely possible that he was on the up-and-up. Or at least that he was as sincere as I was about following through on the whole alliance thing. We had to get his McGuffin and get out again. Until then, I was betting, he might be good to his word.
And after that, everything would be up in the air.
On the other hand, Nicodemus had gone out of his way to remove as much memory of himself as possible from the human race, by destroying records of his deeds over the centuries. Guys who are on the up-and-up dont go to those lengths to hide what theyve done.
Not that it mattered. Mab had given her word. I had to play nice until we had grabbed the loot from Hades, or until Nicodemus tried to stick a knife in my back.
Fun, fun, fun.
I flipped to the second page of the folder and found a photo of a woman I knew, and hadnt seen in . . . Hells bells, had it been almost ten years? She hadnt changed much in that time, except for maybe looking leaner and harder. I wasnt sure shed be at all happy to see me, and I knew for damned sure what she would think of Nicodemus.
And since when had I become the guy that things happened to ten years ago?
Nicodemus continued in his lecture voice. Entry to the target in the Nevernever requires us to find a matching site here in the mortal world. That means breaking into a high-security facility in the real world before we can even get started in the Nevernever.
Keep your mouth shut, I said, loudly enough to be a little annoying. Got it.
Nicodemus gave me that not-smile again. In order to make clear to you all the potential gains to be had in this enterprise, you shall each be paid two million dollars upon our successful removal of my particular goal, guaranteed.
Karrins breath stopped for a second. My stomach did an odd thing.
Man. Two million dollars.
I mean, I wasnt gonna take Nicodemuss money. I wasnt doing this for the money. Neither was she. But neither of us had ever been exactly wealthy, and there were always bills to pay. I mean, stars and stones. Two million bucks would buy you a lot of ramen.
In addition, Nicodemus continued, you are welcome to whatever you can carry away from the target. There is an unfathomable amount of wealth theremore than we could take away with a locomotive, much less on foot.
What kind of wealth? Binder asked. Cash, you mean?
For what that is worth, Nicodemus said, an edge of contempt in his voice. But that is collected more as a curiosity than anything else, I suspect. The real trove contains gold. Jewels. Art. Priceless artifacts of history. Virtually every rare and valuable thing to have gone mysteriously missing over the past two thousand years has wound up there. I would suggest that perhaps filling a few packs with precious gemstones might be the most profitable and least traceable course of action for each of you, but if you simply must have something more distinctive, you are welcome to take it if you can carry it and if it does not slow down our egress. I think it easily possible for each of you to beat the cash payment by an order of magnitude.
So, not two million each.
Twenty-two million each.
That was so much money, it almost didnt have a real meaning . . . which was a real meaning all by itself.
And what are you after? Ascher asked, openly suspicious. If youre willing to dish out two million to each of us, you certainly arent hurting for money. You dont need a backpack of diamonds.
Her reasoning made me like her a little more. Her tone doubled it.
Nicodemus smiled. Ill make that clear to you before we go in. For now, suffice to say that it is a single, small article of relatively little monetary value.
Liar, I thought.
As I said to Dresden before, he has known me only as an adversary. Much of my reputation has been made from those who have opposedmethose who survived the experience, that is. He smiled and took a sip of coffee. There is another side to that coin. One does not operate for as many years as I have by betraying allies. It simply isnt practical. Certainly, one uses every weapon one has when dealing with foesbut when I work with associates, I do not turn aside or leave them behind. It is not from any sense of sentiment. It is because I do business with many people over the course of centuries, and treachery is a bad long-term investment. It simply isnt good business.
Liar, I thought. But maybe a little less emphatically than I had before. What he was saying made sense. In the supernatural world, there were plenty of people and things that counted their life spans in centuries. Wrong a wizard when hes young, for example, and you could wait three hundred years to find out he was never able to put it behind himand has been working to gain the clout he needs to make it clear to you that your actions were unacceptable. Cross a vampire, and it could haunt you for millennia.
A certain degree of cutthroat pragmatism was what made any kind of alliance between various supernatural entities possible. Id seen it between my grandfather and a professional assassin called the Hellhound. Id seen it when squaring off against various bad guys, over the years, most of whom were willing to make a deal of some kind. Hell, Id done it, with Mab, and she was doing it again with Nicodemus by sticking me here.
So it was entirely possible that he was on the up-and-up. Or at least that he was as sincere as I was about following through on the whole alliance thing. We had to get his McGuffin and get out again. Until then, I was betting, he might be good to his word.
And after that, everything would be up in the air.
On the other hand, Nicodemus had gone out of his way to remove as much memory of himself as possible from the human race, by destroying records of his deeds over the centuries. Guys who are on the up-and-up dont go to those lengths to hide what theyve done.
Not that it mattered. Mab had given her word. I had to play nice until we had grabbed the loot from Hades, or until Nicodemus tried to stick a knife in my back.
Fun, fun, fun.
I flipped to the second page of the folder and found a photo of a woman I knew, and hadnt seen in . . . Hells bells, had it been almost ten years? She hadnt changed much in that time, except for maybe looking leaner and harder. I wasnt sure shed be at all happy to see me, and I knew for damned sure what she would think of Nicodemus.
And since when had I become the guy that things happened to ten years ago?
Nicodemus continued in his lecture voice. Entry to the target in the Nevernever requires us to find a matching site here in the mortal world. That means breaking into a high-security facility in the real world before we can even get started in the Nevernever.
