The first entrance into the underworld was located at the bottom floor of an unremarkable parking garage. By the time we arrived, every car that was going to leave the garage had already left and the only remaining vehicles were an assortment of old sedans and coupes that probably hadn’t been moved in days or weeks. After Max parked the van, I politely asked the Twins to check each of those cars for traps or occupants. If Barrett and Hunter already had men waiting to pounce on us, our task would be over before it could even properly begin, but I didn’t want to take any more stupid risks than absolutely necessary.
Fifteen tense minutes later, a rhythmic knock sounded from the van’s back door.
“It’s him,” Max said. She pointed at a monitor she’d mounted to the wall, which was connected to an exterior camera. “Akumi’s not with him, though.”
I opened the door. “Well?”
“The cars are all empty,” Kira said. “We went through each one on the floor below us, checking the back seats and trunks for traps. Also, I disabled the alarm systems so that we do not accidentally draw the wrong kind of attention.”
I hadn’t explicitly told him to do that, but it was a good idea. A garden variety carjacker could trigger one of the car alarms at some point during the night, summon the local law enforcement officers, and complicate things even further.
“Where’s your sister?” CJ asked.
“She is waiting for you.”
CJ swallowed nervously. I thought that I might need to dredge up another inspiring speech to bolster his courage, but he surprised me by straightening his shoulders and stepping out of the van without needing any prompting. He checked his weapon, patted down the additional magazines he’d stashed in various places on his body, and shuddered visibly.
“Alright,” he said. “Alright. How long until you two are in position?”
“Ten minutes, maybe,” Max said. “Traffic reports show that it’s a slow night, so we shouldn’t -”
I cut her off with a raised hand. “Assume ten minutes. Keep your earbud in and active. If you run into trouble that you can’t handle, don’t hesitate to call for help.”
“Help?” He swallowed again. “No. Whatever happens, we’ll find a way to handle it. You just focus on getting your friends back, okay?”
He didn’t mean it. Obviously, he was putting on the bravest face he could manage to keep me from being distracted with worry. Little did he know that I was already so sick with fear, adrenaline, anxiety, and a cocktail of about a million different emotions that I simply didn’t have room to feel any worse. Instead of telling him that, however, and potentially shattering the bravado he was managing to put up, I nodded once and closed the door.
Max retrieved a wireless keyboard from the passenger seat and input a few short commands. The earbud I wore crackled and came to life. Kira worked his jaw for a few moments, acclimating the unfamiliar pressure in his ear, so I imagined that he’d come online as well.
“Making sure we’re all connected,” Max said. It was strange hearing her in person and through the comms at once. I was used to being the one running the system, after all, and I generally just switched things over to a stereo set-up as soon as it was feasible to do so.
“I’m connected,” CJ said.
“Yes,” Akumi said testily. “Are you coming?”
“Yes, I…yes, I’m on the way.”
Akumi made a sound that managed to convey both irritation and impatience at the same time. Mila would have been impressed.
“We’re live, too,” I said, gesturing at myself and Kira. He tapped his ear, confirming what I’d said, and readjusting how the earbud was positioned.
Max and I had discussed the protocols and how to use the equipment as a team. Her specialization in surveillance notwithstanding, she’d worked alone for the overwhelming majority of her career or with her father, in whatever form their relationship assumed. None of us could afford for her to go through such high-stakes, on the job training, but…well, it was what it was.
While she informed everyone else on the procedures we’d be using to keep the lines clear, as long as possible, I reached over to mute my line and tuned her out as best I could. Planning for this assault had proven impossible. Instead, I focused on stripping out all auxillary goals and checkpoints in favor of crystallizing the few objectives that absolutely had to be accomplished. Short-term goals that, if we were successful, might lead to other short-term goals. Without information and without the ability to step back, this battle would quickly devolve into a game of inches.
We had a few advantages, at least. Or, if advantage wasn’t quite the right word, there were some things that we could cling to for a little bit of an edge.
Over the years of my criminal career, I’d learned that it was generally harder to play defense than offense. It seemed paradoxical, but it was true. A given proprietor, curator, private collector, or mob boss could install as much security as he wanted, hire as many goons to patrol the hallways as he could find, and bury an item under miles of secured vaults and secret entrances. But, once all of that was set up, it was an absolute nightmare to adapt to changing circumstances.
Hunter couldn’t get more men on short notice. Barrett couldn’t install additional cameras or set up road blocks in real time. Meanwhile, we would be able to change strategies on the fly to work around their defenses and innovate new techniques, if necessary, once we understood how he’d chosen to protect himself.
Mila would have described it as momentum. My backup team could establish momentum, could build on it by forcing Hunter’s men out of position, and could maintain that pace by taking out or otherwise incapacitating the people we encountered. Barrett and Hunter were forced to remain stationary and sequestered, until such time as they could hand my friends off to the Magi and disappear into the wind. As long as they were keeping their heads down and out of sight, they wouldn’t be able to evade us.
We were also comprised of a group with unknown capabilities. Barrett knew Max was a hacker, but he didn’t know her specialty and he couldn’t know how good she was at it. There might be a mistake or underestimation that we could take advantage of. The Twins were an unmeasured quantity, even to me, and I’d been the one to bring them officially into the chase. Akumi’s capacity for violence hadn’t been tested and I suspected that what I’d glimpsed when we’d saved Devlin the first time was just the surface of it. Kira was even more mysterious than she was.
I glanced up at him. He was listening to Max’ explanation, nodding where appropriate, and fiddling with the rings he wore. He caught me looking at him and gave me a humorless…smile wasn’t the right word to describe the expression. Whatever it was, if he’d intended to put me at ease, he’d failed terribly.
The third and final advantage we could claim was surprise. Barrett wouldn’t be expecting us to attack him at his headquarters, hired guns and kidnappers be damned. He was so close to victory that it only stood to reason that he’d start to relax, maybe even let down his guard a little bit. Even the most professional thieves could grow sloppier when they thought the heat had died down and it was looking as though they might be getting away with their crimes. When we hit him, and if we hit him hard enough, that shock could put him on his heels. From there, we’d just have to keep pressing and make sure that he couldn’t get his metaphorical feet under him again.
Max finished her explanation and used the wireless keyboard to mute all of the lines except for the one that fed communications traffic into her ear. One of the screens in the van came to life, transcribing everything that came over the earbud. It was a nice touch that I had personally never considered implementing.
There was more room in the van, now that Akumi and CJ had gotten out, but Kira and I didn’t move any closer to each other. He continued playing with his rings, twisting each one entirely around each finger in turn, and didn’t look up from a spot on the van’s floor. After a few minutes of that, I decided that I couldn’t take the silence, so I cleared my throat loudly.
“I should have asked you this before,” I said, “but I don’t actually know what you do.”
“We work – worked – for the Yakuza,” Kira answered. “We enforced their rules and made certain that other organizations in our area understood that there would be consequences for acting without first showing the proper respect.”
Protection money, then. I’d suspected as much, but it was good to have that confirmation.
“She’s the fighter, though?” I gestured at the back of the van, as if Akumi waited on the other side of that door. “The…violent one, for lack of a better word?”
A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “We are both fighters,” he said. “But, yes, my sister prefers that type of work. Why?”
“Well, you two worked as a team. If she was the fighter, what did you bring to the partnership?” He raised his eyes and I hurried to clarify. “No offense, of course. I’m sure that you’re also a good fighter, but…”
“I am good at many things,” Kira said. “Fighting is one, even though my sister prefers it. I am…what is the word…a fixer. I fix things.”
“Things?”
“Problems,” he said. “I find things, sometimes. Other times, I find people. When those people are also problems…”
He trailed off, leaving the rest to my imagination. My imagination, unfortunately, was perfectly willing to fill in those blanks with vivid images and uncomfortable ideas. I willed myself to to stop thinking about it, which was only mildly successful.
“It should not matter,” Kira said. He must have read the direction of my thoughts through my facial expressions. “My sister may be a better fighter, but that does not mean I am bad at it.”
He was anxious, but not in the same way that CJ had been. Kira wanted to be in the action, I realized. He might not be sure that this was the best way to go about things, but he’d made a commitment and he wanted to see it through to completion, so that he could get back to the hunt for whichever agent of the Magi had killed his former boss.
“I’m not worried about that,” I said, surprising myself with how true that sentence was.
“Then what are you worried about?”
“A lot of things. Nothing we can do anything about now.”
“When we go underground,” Kira said, “we will be on their ground. If you would rather stay behind, I am sure that you could guide me from the van.”
I shook my head. “Not a chance.”
It was another moment of shocking honesty that came from a place deep within me. Kira had a point, of course. I wouldn’t be much use in a physical fight, especially not in close quarters and confronted by people who weighed more and had more experience. If anything, I might get in the way or just end up as a hostage myself. But I couldn’t stay in the van. I wouldn’t. Not this time.
He gave me a searching look. Then, apparently satisfied with whatever he found in my eyes, nodded in agreement. “Not a chance,” he repeated.
“Alright,” Max said from the front of the van. The vehicle began to slow down. “Almost here. Next stop: Mockingbird Station.”
The second entrance into the underworld was, of course, the first entrance I’d used in Dallas. Mockingbird Station looked different than it had days earlier, when Mila had first shown me its secrets. The building itself seemed deeper, more foreboding; the shadows appeared to stretch longer; and there was an uncomfortable feeling in the air that permeated into the van’s interior, as if it had sneaked in through the air conditioning.
It was also entirely empty. Most of the people who’d been lingering around the Station on my previous visit had been civilians. Their presence in the mall above the speakeasy had provided a sense of normalcy that I now desperately missed. When the underworld denizens had been cleared out by Hunter’s trip downwards, the regular civilians must have felt something happening beneath their feet. Shops were closed early, metal gates swung down and locked into place to protect goods. Balls of paper trash littered the ground around a few trash cans. It seemed no one had bothered to pick those up and the late night janitors seemed to be mysteriously absent.
We left the van parked, but still running, and I led CJ and Max through the mall until we reached Blind Alley Pizza Company. Its doors were also locked, but Kira used a bump key to force the tumblers into place. The two of us stepped inside the pizza place; Max stayed just at the edge of the doorway.
“I’m going back to the van,” she said. “I’ll keep an eye on things and let you know what’s going on with the other group, whenever possible.”
I trusted Max’ work, to an extent, but I couldn’t stop myself from nervously adjusting my earbud. “These will track our location, right?”
“I don’t have accurate floor plans,” she admitted, “so I can’t say for certain that I’ll be able to tell exactly where you are. But I’ll know generally and can send help your way if it’s necessary.”
I was positive that it would prove to be necessary, sooner rather than later. I was just as certain that, when that moment came, it’d be too late to wait for help to arrive
“Got it,” I said. No need to share that dark thought and risk the fragile morale I’d only just managed to create.
Kira adjusted his belt so that he’d be able to draw at least one of his knives quicker. I knelt long enough to remove my collapsible baton and a canister of pepper spray from my backpack.
“Good luck,” Max said. Then, she retreated through the mall, heading back to the van at top speed.
Kira took the lead. When we stepped into the walk-in freezer, he hauled the door shut with one hand. A few seconds passed in total darkness before the freezer’s back wall began, slowly, to slide down. The door made no sound as it lowered itself but, after we stepped out of the freezer and down into the speakeasy proper, there was a slight grinding and an audible click when the door slid back up and locked.
I’d expected as much. I didn’t know how to open the door from this side, but that was yet another problem wed have to deal with later.
Find Devlin and the others.
My earbud crackled to life. “Sarah?”
“I’m listening, Max.”
“I’m going to move the van to a different position,” Max said, via the comms. “There aren’t any other cars in the area and I don’t want them to figure out that something’s going on because they notice something out of the ordinary.”
“That’s good,” I said. “Find somewhere equidistant between the two different entrances, if possible?”
“I’m already -”
Max stopped talking. I thought, for a moment, that the line had gone dead, before the sound of her keys flying across the keyboard came back over the comms.
“Max?” I asked. “What is it?”
She didn’t immediately answer. When, after a few tense heartbeats, she finally spoke, I felt the bottom of my stomach drop to an even lower place than the underworld.
“Targets engaged,” Max said. “CJ and Akumi say that they ran into three guards, just now.”
Kira looked up sharply. “What happened?”
“Two men down,” Max reported. “Non-lethally, for what it’s worth, but they’re not going to be in fighting shape for a while.”
“What about the third?” I asked.
She audibly gulped. “He got away.”
Well, I thought. That was fast.