Such as? Nicodemus asked.
If I was him, I said, Id have something rigged to shut down all the electronic gizmos and close off the vault as soon as the buildings power got disruptedwhich just might happen when Ascher and I start throwing magic around. In fact, Id set it up to happen as soon as any amount of magic started flying.
It would be smart, Binder said in agreement. Dont think itd be too hard to fix, either. Have circuits set up around the place, something delicate that would go out without too much trouble.
Like the ones in cell phones or something, I added. Those things go to pieces if a wizard looks at them funny.
Yeah, Binder said, nodding. I can use one, but only just. Had to start keeping it powered off when I took up with Ash, here.
Assuming such a . . . wizard alarm, I suppose, exists, Nicodemus said, how shall we defeat it?
Not a problem for me, Binder said. It wouldnt even blink. These two, though, wed have to . . .
I eyed Binder sourly and rubbed at the itch on my neck again.
Sorry, mate, he said. He sounded genuine about it. Thorn manacles, he said to Nicodemus. You know the ones?
I have some in stock, Nicodemus said. Though mine are svartalf make, not faerie. Steel. I suppose theyll keep the talent of you and Miss Ascher suppressed as much as possible. Simpler than keeping running water flowing over you both, in any case.
He gave me a small smirk when he said it. Hed once had me chained up under a freezing-cold stream to prevent me from using my talents to escape or make mischief. If another good man hadnt given himself in exchange for me, I might have died there. Thorn manacles were uncommon but by no means unattainable magical bindings that accomplished the same thing, dampening a wizards powers to the point of uselessness.
And they hurt like a son of a bitch. In fact, if he had some that worked the same way but were made of steel, they were going to hurt me to an outstanding degree, given how they functioned.
I returned Nicodemuss smirk with a wintry smile.
Binder continued, either ignoring or not noticing the look between Nicodemus and me. Once the two of them are inside, get them into a circle before the manacles come off, Binder said. That will contain the excess energy when they work their mojo. It should help.
Mmm, Nicodemus mused. Well have to change the entry plan. Dresden wont be able to provide a distraction. Well have to use morehe glanced toward the Genoskwaovert means.
In the darkness, a faint gleam of yellow appeared beneath the Genoskwas eyes.
Hells bells, the thing was smiling.
Karrin shot me a look. She was thinking the same thing I was: The Genoskwa wasnt going to distract anything, except by ripping its head off. Depending on when we went in, God only knew how many people might be in that bankpeople with absolutely no knowledge of its provenance. Even the buildings security forces wouldnt necessarily know they worked for the outfit. And hell, when you got right down to it, I wasnt willing to feed even a mobster to something like the Genoskwa at Nicodemuss behest.
I rubbed at my neck again and said, Nah, I got it still.
Excuse me? Nicodemus said.
Noisy distraction? Ill handle it. No sense showing our secret weapon early if we dont have to do it, right?
Nicodemus smiled faintly. What, wizard? Without your talents?
I hadnt planned on using them anyway, I said. Could be someone was going to get hurt during this. The White Council takes a pretty dim view of magic used for that kind of thingand I have to think about my future. You want loud and obvious? Not a problem.
The Genoskwas voice came rumbling from the shadows. Hes soft.
Hes smart, I said in harsh rejoinder. The harder you hit things on the way in, the harder Marcones going to be ready to hit back on the way out. Hell, if you make a big enough stink, youll have the cops there, too. There are only about thirteen thousand of those guys running around Chicago, but Im sure the eight of us can handle them. Right?
The Genoskwa let out a low growl. I am not afraid of them.
Sure you arent, I said. Thats why you cruised all over the place invisible the past two days, because you didnt care if you were spotted.
Gentlemen, Nicodemus said, his voice raised and slightly tense. And then he paused, frowning, his head cocked partly to one side, as if trying to identify a distant sound.
Ascher suddenly looked up, frozen in the act of scratching her arm again, and said, Dresden? Do you feel that?
The itching on the back of my neck resolved itself into a full-on creepy sensation, the awareness of someone watching me. I closed my eyes and extended my other senses, reaching out with my talent to feel for magic in the air around meand found the eavesdropping spell almost at once.
Ascher had already given us away with her comment, so there was no point in being cute about it. Someones listening in on us, I breathed, coming to my feet.
Where? Nicodemus spat.
Ascher pointed to the far end of the slaughterhouse. There, not far. Just outside, I think.
If I was him, I said, Id have something rigged to shut down all the electronic gizmos and close off the vault as soon as the buildings power got disruptedwhich just might happen when Ascher and I start throwing magic around. In fact, Id set it up to happen as soon as any amount of magic started flying.
It would be smart, Binder said in agreement. Dont think itd be too hard to fix, either. Have circuits set up around the place, something delicate that would go out without too much trouble.
Like the ones in cell phones or something, I added. Those things go to pieces if a wizard looks at them funny.
Yeah, Binder said, nodding. I can use one, but only just. Had to start keeping it powered off when I took up with Ash, here.
Assuming such a . . . wizard alarm, I suppose, exists, Nicodemus said, how shall we defeat it?
Not a problem for me, Binder said. It wouldnt even blink. These two, though, wed have to . . .
I eyed Binder sourly and rubbed at the itch on my neck again.
Sorry, mate, he said. He sounded genuine about it. Thorn manacles, he said to Nicodemus. You know the ones?
I have some in stock, Nicodemus said. Though mine are svartalf make, not faerie. Steel. I suppose theyll keep the talent of you and Miss Ascher suppressed as much as possible. Simpler than keeping running water flowing over you both, in any case.
He gave me a small smirk when he said it. Hed once had me chained up under a freezing-cold stream to prevent me from using my talents to escape or make mischief. If another good man hadnt given himself in exchange for me, I might have died there. Thorn manacles were uncommon but by no means unattainable magical bindings that accomplished the same thing, dampening a wizards powers to the point of uselessness.
And they hurt like a son of a bitch. In fact, if he had some that worked the same way but were made of steel, they were going to hurt me to an outstanding degree, given how they functioned.
I returned Nicodemuss smirk with a wintry smile.
Binder continued, either ignoring or not noticing the look between Nicodemus and me. Once the two of them are inside, get them into a circle before the manacles come off, Binder said. That will contain the excess energy when they work their mojo. It should help.
Mmm, Nicodemus mused. Well have to change the entry plan. Dresden wont be able to provide a distraction. Well have to use morehe glanced toward the Genoskwaovert means.
In the darkness, a faint gleam of yellow appeared beneath the Genoskwas eyes.
Hells bells, the thing was smiling.
Karrin shot me a look. She was thinking the same thing I was: The Genoskwa wasnt going to distract anything, except by ripping its head off. Depending on when we went in, God only knew how many people might be in that bankpeople with absolutely no knowledge of its provenance. Even the buildings security forces wouldnt necessarily know they worked for the outfit. And hell, when you got right down to it, I wasnt willing to feed even a mobster to something like the Genoskwa at Nicodemuss behest.
I rubbed at my neck again and said, Nah, I got it still.
Excuse me? Nicodemus said.
Noisy distraction? Ill handle it. No sense showing our secret weapon early if we dont have to do it, right?
Nicodemus smiled faintly. What, wizard? Without your talents?
I hadnt planned on using them anyway, I said. Could be someone was going to get hurt during this. The White Council takes a pretty dim view of magic used for that kind of thingand I have to think about my future. You want loud and obvious? Not a problem.
The Genoskwas voice came rumbling from the shadows. Hes soft.
Hes smart, I said in harsh rejoinder. The harder you hit things on the way in, the harder Marcones going to be ready to hit back on the way out. Hell, if you make a big enough stink, youll have the cops there, too. There are only about thirteen thousand of those guys running around Chicago, but Im sure the eight of us can handle them. Right?
The Genoskwa let out a low growl. I am not afraid of them.
Sure you arent, I said. Thats why you cruised all over the place invisible the past two days, because you didnt care if you were spotted.
Gentlemen, Nicodemus said, his voice raised and slightly tense. And then he paused, frowning, his head cocked partly to one side, as if trying to identify a distant sound.
Ascher suddenly looked up, frozen in the act of scratching her arm again, and said, Dresden? Do you feel that?
The itching on the back of my neck resolved itself into a full-on creepy sensation, the awareness of someone watching me. I closed my eyes and extended my other senses, reaching out with my talent to feel for magic in the air around meand found the eavesdropping spell almost at once.
Ascher had already given us away with her comment, so there was no point in being cute about it. Someones listening in on us, I breathed, coming to my feet.
Where? Nicodemus spat.
Ascher pointed to the far end of the slaughterhouse. There, not far. Just outside, I think.
