I had them. They were mine.
Oh my God.
I straightened. The four hunters emerged from behind Sephora’s walls. The leading hunter pulled his ski mask off his head, revealing the scarred face of a white man in his thirties, and gave me a shy little smile.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hi,” they chorused. A woman on my right gave me a little wave with her HK MP5. If she had shot me with it, the spray of bullets would’ve cut me in half.
“Tell the team upstairs that everything is clear. So they don’t have to worry.”
The scarred man got on his radio. “False alarm. Continue the sweep. Clear. Over.”
A static-softened answer came back. “Copy.”
I slid the sword into its sheath on my belt. “Can one of you bring me my cell phone and my coat? It’s the one that was on the zombie mannequin.”
The scarred man jerked his head at one of the other hunters. The hunter took off at a run and returned with my cell phone and my expensive coat, which now sported a couple of fresh bullet holes. Damn it. I turned the phone’s alarm off.
“Follow me, please. I have to get my shoes.” I walked to the corner of the store, where a lone cash register had somehow survived the looting. The hunters trailed me.
“Who sent you here?”
“Mr. De Lacy,” the scarred man told me.
“What were your orders?”
“We’re supposed to apprehend you and bring you back to his residence.”
Benedict was a sick asshole.
“We’re supposed to kill you if we couldn’t capture you,” a female hunter added.
“Sorry,” the scarred leader said.
Sorry didn’t quite cover it.
I took my boots from where I’d hidden them under the counter and put them and my ruined coat back on. My new bodyguards watched. I pushed aside the debris I had piled against a cabinet to keep it closed, opened the door, and took the little dog out. It licked my face.
I cradled the dog in my arms. “The people upstairs don’t realize I’m nice. They’ll try to kill me. You’ll keep me safe, won’t you?”
“Of course,” the leader said. “Don’t worry, Ms. Baylor. We’ve got this.”
“We’ll keep you intact,” another man said.
“We need to take them out,” the leader said. “It’s the safest way.”
The woman with the HK smiled. “The escalator is nice and narrow.”
The scarred hunter touched his radio. “We have her pinned down. Take the escalator down and cover us.”
“Copy.”
The leader pointed to a spot on the floor. “Stand there please.”
I stood. The four hunters flanked the escalator. Two hunters came down the steps, sticking close together, a third slightly behind. My four bodyguards let them get halfway down. Gunfire burst, deafening in the silence of the mall. Three bloody bodies fell.
Three more people I killed. I would deal with the guilt later. Right now, I had to survive.
The leader turned to me. “We should take care of the rest of the crew as well, while we’re at it. Safer that way.”
I forced my mouth to move. “Good idea.”
The hunters fell into a defensive formation around me, the scarred leader in front, two people on the sides, and the female hunter covering the rear. We walked back to the Keystone Mall entrance.
“Do you often capture people for Mr. De Lacy?”
“We’ve done it a few times,” the leader said. “Mostly we’re given termination jobs.”
“Was Sigourney Etterson one of your contracts? It would’ve been last Sunday.”
“No,” the scarred man said without a pause. “We did a wet job last Saturday. Sunday we were dark. I got some killer fishing done.”
Killer fishing. He didn’t even realize what he’d said.
“Did you go out on your boat?” the hunter on the right asked.
“Naah. Went kayak fishing on Lake Anahuac. Got a six-pound largemouth bass.”
“Nice!” the hunter on the right said.
“Who did you kill on Saturday?” I asked.
“Some lawyer,” the leader said. “A clean, easy job. He came home, we put a gun into his mouth, pulled the trigger. Left him for the wife to find.”
“I wish they were all that easy,” the female hunter said.
“Ain’t that the truth?” the hunter on the left added.
The first set of escalators came into view, a pair of guards by it. My escorts snapped their weapons up. The guns spat noise and bullets, and two corpses hit the floor. As we moved past them, the female hunter kicked one of the bodies. “I never liked that guy.”
“What kind of work does Mr. De Lacy do? How did you end up working for him?”
“Technically, we work for Diatheke,” the female hunter said.
“I don’t know what he does,” the leader said. “All I know is we get a name, we show up, do our thing, and we get paid.”
“Yes,” the guard on the right said. “Do you have any idea how much a year of college costs? I’ve got two kids in elementary, and the wife and I already have to start saving.”
“Did the lawyer you killed have any kids?” I asked.
The guard on the right nodded. “Oh yeah. Two girls, both in Texas A&M. That’s some money, right there.”
The female guard snorted. “Hope he had insurance.”
“His kind always do,” the leader said.
It didn’t even bother them. Maybe it had at some point, but not enough to stop.
We reached an abandoned booth in the middle of the floor.
“Wait here,” the scarred man said.
My escort halted. The leader moved ahead along the wall and out of sight. His mind receded, tendrils of my magic stretching after him. Two twin bursts of gunfire popped. The scarred hunter came running back, a big grin on his face. “Never saw me coming.”
The woman chuckled. “Fucking amateurs.”
The leader smiled at me. “It was hard being gone. I was worried bad things might happen to you. I’m not letting you out of my sight, young lady.”
“Let’s go to the door,” I told him.
“You heard her.” He indicated the way with his index and middle finger. “Move out.”
We approached the escalator. A dead hunter sprawled on the floor, blood pooling around his body, a shocking vivid red on the once white floor. A pair of boots stuck out from behind the escalator rail. We skirted the first corpse, and the scarred hunter moved up the steps. The two hunters flanking me followed. I was next, with the female hunter guarding my back.
At the top we turned left. The food court came into view.
“Act natural,” the leader advised me. “Pretend you’re in our custody.”
We turned the corner. Four hunters guarded the entrance. They focused on us, guns raised.
The leader opened his mouth.
Alessandro shot out of the movie theater entrance, blindingly fast. A long piece of broken metal pipe appeared in his hand. He stabbed it into the closest hunter’s throat, turned, graceful, like he could hear music in his head, and drove his makeshift spear into the second man’s mouth.
Oh my God. “Hold your fire!” I snapped.