Needless to say, Jiron and Jira were simply agog with what they saw. Nothing in their whole lives could have prepared them for what they encountered. At first, James had little trouble keeping his eyes on the road, but when he took them down the main drag, it was all he could do to keep his eyes on the road.
Next to the Mirage, Jira screamed in terror when the volcano went off. James had to quickly assure her that it was not a true volcano, that it was nothing more than a show put on for people’s amusement. Even Jiron had been taken aback by the sudden spouting of fire.
“This place is remarkable,” he said.
James nodded. “Some of this wasn’t even here the last time I came. Wonder what it will be like ten years from now?”
As awed as Jiron was of Vegas, there were still many elements that were familiar from cities of his world such as hawkers out spouting the virtues of their wares. Though he couldn’t understand the words spoken by men seeking to get people to visit the various casinos, he could recognize it for what it was. Such normality in this sea of unreality enabled him to relax.
Traffic along the Strip was incredibly slow, so after remaining in bumper to bumper traffic for three lights, James turned off onto a side street. He was wondering where they should go and how they would pay for it when they got there, when he saw a large sign in purple neon that gave him an idea.
“Do you have any coins on you?” he asked Jiron.
“A couple golds and a half dozen lesser.” Taking out his coin pouch, Jiron looked inside. “Two golds, six silver, four copper and five gems.”
“Gems?”
“Yes. We stopped off at the cave beneath Dragon’s Pass on the way to Cardri,” Jiron explained. “Figured since we were in the area…”
“Perfect,” James said, cutting him off.
James applied the brake and slowed the car down as he pulled into the parking lot before a building bearing the purple neon sign denoting “PAWN SHOP”. Beneath the sign was another, smaller one signifying they were open twenty-four hours.
Once he had the car parked and engine turned off, he held out his hand. “Give me the gems,” he said, then explained about what he planned to do.
“Sure,” Jiron replied as he handed over the gems. “Think we’ll get much?”
“Hope so.” Before he left the car he said, “Stay inside and keep the doors locked.” Then with that, he left the car and headed for the heavily barred entrance. A bell rang as the door swung open causing a man behind the counter to look up.
Shelves full of diverse electronic equipment, band instruments, and even a score of trophies lined the walls. Other, free standing shelves full of cd’s, dvd’s, and other such items made the shop feel cluttered.
James passed by one such free standing shelf that held a hundred or more cd’s on his way to the counter.
“Can I help you?” the man asked. Putting down the newspaper he had been reading, he gave James his full attention.
“Uh, yeah,” James replied. “Maybe you can.” Coming to the counter, he set one of the gems before the man. The rest were kept out of sight in his pocket where they would remain until needed. “What can I get for this?”
Gazing down at an uncut ruby the size of his thumb, the man asked, “Where did you get that?”
“Oh, a friend of mine dug it up,” James explained nonchalantly. “We’ve recently fallen on hard times and…”
“Lost everything at the casino did you?”
“Let’s just say that we don’t even have enough money to get a room.”
The man nodded knowingly. It seemed like people in such circumstances often found their way into his shop, sometimes two a day. The casinos were a great boon to his line of work. Picking up the ruby, he used an eyepiece to peer into its inner qualities. After a moment, he set the ruby back down.
“Two hundred.”
“That’s it?” James questioned. He recognized the beginnings of haggling when he saw it, and the man before him would hardly quote a reasonable price at the onset. “Surely it’s worth at least a thousand.”
The man shook his head. “First of all, it isn’t even cut. Second, a ruby of this size wouldn’t be riding around in someone’s pocket, it would be at a gem cutters being prepared to be set in a necklace or some such.” James didn’t respond to the unspoken thought hanging in the air that the gem might have been stolen, or acquired in some other nefarious way, and after a few seconds of silence the man said, “Three fifty.”
James hated haggling. Miko could probably get this guy to pay a whole lot more than he ever could. “Six.”
“Four twenty five.”
“Five?”
“Four sixty.”
Four hundred and sixty dollars would last them for a while. “Done.”
The man smiled. Taking out a key, he opened a locked box beneath the counter and proceeded to count out the money; four-one hundred dollar bills and three twenties. “There you go.”
Taking the money from the counter, James said, “Thanks.”
“A pleasure doing business with you.”
As the man once again used the eyepiece to further examine his newest acquisition, James stuffed the money in his pants pocket and left.
Back at the car, he found Jiron and Jira staring out through the windows anxiously awaiting to find out what happened. He grinned and gave them a thumbs up signifying that things went well.
“Now,” he began as he took his seat behind the wheel, “let’s find a place to stay and see about getting something to eat.”
They found a motel farther off the strip that wasn’t overly strict about guests showing ID. Not so long as they were willing to put up two hundred dollars against possible damages and long distance phone charges. James was more than willing to fork over the money, he hadn’t had a shower or bath since the evening before Kenny’s birthday party. And boy, was he feeling nasty.
It wasn’t a great room, merely two beds, a TV, a couple of auxiliary tables, and of course, a shower. After the amenities he’d been forced to endure in Jiron’s world during his earlier travels, there could have been a dead rat in the corner and he probably wouldn’t have batted an eye. All he cared about was the shower. True, he had made one for his new home on the island. But how could the dribble from his jury-rigged shower even begin to compare with the force of water from modern plumbing?
While James disappeared into the shower for a rather extended stay, Jiron gave the room a once over. First thing he took note of were the locking mechanisms on the door and found them to be acceptable. Next, he went around and opened the drawers, examined the television, and tried turning the lights on and off a couple times.
Jira had to try that as well and very soon their room was reminiscent of a strobe-lighted discothèque without the dancers or music. After enduring his daughter’s enthusiasm for as long as he could, he had her stop.
Once he’d thoroughly inspected the room, he returned his attention to the TV. He had been intrigued by these devices ever since their time spent in Mr. Young’s house. His fingers pressed the many buttons until he produced a reaction.
The sudden blaring of music coming from the box startled him and caused Jira to jump a foot off the floor in fright. But then he grinned when he realized it was a troupe of bards playing musical instruments to a crowd in a rather large tavern.
“Look Jira,” he said as one of the bards leapt into the crowd and was born away by the hands of the audience.
“That’s silly,” she laughed.
“Some people are,” he agreed. Pressing more buttons, he located the one to change the channel. James had said these boxes could show more than one image if you but knew how to access it.
Most made no sense to him at all until he came to something that looked surprisingly like the Pits, only less bloody. Two men in breechclouts were faced off against one another. Jabs were exchanged, kicks too. Jiron looked for weapons but it appeared that this was merely an unarmed fight. It didn’t take him long to determine tha
t the two men wouldn’t have lasted long in the Pits. Pressing the button again, he continued his examination of the various exhibitions the television afforded.
Meanwhile, in the steam shrouded bathroom, James was in total heaven. Not long after first stepping into the powerful streams of water, he vowed to find a way to make his shower on the island as powerful as this one. Perhaps with magic? Visions of magically propelled water cutting through him like a knife curbed his enthusiasm, but he figured there had to be a way. First though, he had to get them home.
When at last he could drag out his shower no longer, he turned off the water and stepped from the tub. Man did he feel good! Like he was born again. As he dried off, the sound from Jiron’s channel surfing made him grin. He wondered what his friend was making of his first real experience with television. And what would he think if he stumbled upon Lord of the Rings during the fight between Gandalf and the Balrog? Might be interesting to see if it’s on and find out.
Leaving the bathroom amidst a cloud of steam, he asked, “Who’s next?”
Jiron glanced to his daughter. “Jira?” She shook her head in the negative.
Deciding not to press the point, he asked, “Find anything good on?”
“Not sure what you would call good.”
“A program that interests you.”
“In that case, no. It is all a bit too strange for me.”
Grinning, James nodded. Then a glance to Jira. “Who’s hungry?”
“Me!” she exclaimed wholeheartedly.
Before she could continue, her uncle said, “No ice cream this time. Real food.”
She looked to her father for aid in this, but found him to be of little help. James couldn’t help but chuckle when the barely audible exclamation of “rat poop!” reached him.
So with Jira in tow, the two men exited the motel room and walked down the sidewalk in search of food. A quick question asked of a pedestrian soon had them approaching one of the smaller casinos to be found off the strip. Small, of course, was merely a comparison to the massive ones not far away. Anywhere else it would be considered large.
The sound of slot machines rolling, people talking, and a few people shouting at the craps table assaulted them as the sliding glass doors opened for them. Jira found the doors to be fascinating and asked if they were magic. James merely shook his head in the negative and didn’t offer any further explanation.
Old ladies sat at the nickel slots pressing buttons almost faster than the machine would allow. Cocktail waitresses roved up one aisle of gamblers and down the next. The lights and sounds dazzled the eyes. Caught up in the excitement, James couldn’t help but pause and throw his lone quarter into one of the machines. Pulling the handle, the three wheels rotated and came up two cherries. Lights flashed, bells sounded, and three quarters fell from the hopper.
Jiron was impressed. “You put in one and you get three in return?”
“Not necessarily,” his friend explained, then went on to show him the payout schedule posted at the top of the machine. “If none of these combinations comes up, you get nothing.”
“Interesting. I’ll have to mention this to Scar when we return.” He turned a grin to James. “Mind if I try?”
“Sure.”
Jiron took a quarter from the three in the bin and placed it in the coin acceptor. Then pulling the handle, he watched the three wheels spin. First one stopped on BAR. The second one stopped on BAR.
James held his breath as the third one came to a stop. It was blank and the machine remained quiet. “You lost.”
“Interesting.”
“But look,” James said. “Had that third one come up BAR, you would have won a hundred.”
“Can I try?” Jira asked excitedly.
“Sorry,” her uncle replied. “They only let adults play these games.”
“Rat poop!”
“Jira…” admonished her father.
“Sorry, father.”
Jiron turned to his friend. “Let’s eat. I about died of starvation waiting for you to get out of the shower.”
Grinning, James glanced around and found the sign for the restaurant. Leading the way, he cut through the Blackjack tables.
It was a buffet with scores of selections to choose from. There was nothing like the variety in food that could be had in the casinos of Vegas. For a little less than twenty dollars, the three of them ate their fill and then some.
Once completely satiated, they departed the casino and returned to their hotel. James was tempted to take a stroll along the Strip and see the sites, but forwent such pleasure in lieu of keeping a low profile. With their pictures prominently featured on every news station and paper, it was a miracle that they had yet to be discovered. Even the jaunt to the restaurant hadn’t been completely without risk. But, disguised as they were to blend in with the tourists, and the fact Las Vegas was aswarm with people, it hadn’t been much of a one.
Back at the motel, James turned on the television and found a local news station. It wasn’t long before the scene of Jiron coldcocking the security guard came on. Afterward, photos showing their features were displayed much to James’ chagrin. They were pretty accurate. Of the three, only Jira was not featured. James figured it was due to her being a minor.
The news went on to reiterate the interviews at the restaurant where Jira had killed the boy. It seemed the fact that it had been in self-defense escaped the reporters. From their viewpoint, she had methodically, and in cold blood, taken his life.
If there was anything good to be gleaned from what the reporter was saying, it was that Reno wasn’t mentioned, only that the authorities were working on several possible leads. When the reporter began talking about possible ties to Middle East terrorist organizations, James turned it off.
“Looks like they still don’t know where we are,” he announced.
Laid back on the bed farthest from the door, Jiron had Jira nestled against his side. Her shallow breathing and relaxed state said she was asleep. One of his knives lay in easy reach on his other side, just in case. “Perhaps you will have the time you need to get us home.”
“Let’s hope so,” he replied as a yawn escaped him. Turning the lights off, he crawled into bed. “Tomorrow, we’ll head to L.A. and see what we can discover.”
With locks firmly secured upon the door, and weariness from the last couple of days having taken its toll, it didn’t take long before sleep came calling.
Chapter Thirteen
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Awakening from a dream of home, one in which he, Meliana, and Kenny were overnighting at the small lake on the island, he sighed in longing. Try as he might, he couldn’t quite hang onto the dream. And as is the case with dreams, it quickly faded until all that was left were feelings of remembered familial enjoyment, and loss.
How he missed them. It wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced before. There was an emptiness within him, an ache that would only be soothed by being reunited with those he loved. Rolling over onto his side, James grabbed hold of a pillow and held it tight, doing his best to make himself believe it was Meliana wrapped in his arms. However, such action proved to only strengthen his feelings of loss.
Giving up on trying to ease his pain, he worked to empty his mind of all thought and seek the solace of sleep. It was still hours before dawn, the clock on the stand between the beds read 3:14. Closing his eyes, he banished all thoughts that sought to intrude and kept his attention focused on breathing. In…out. In…out. In this way, he managed to slip closer toward oblivion.
Just as he began to dream again, something tickled the back of his mind. In his near-sleep state, he barely acknowledged the intrusive feeling and rolled over onto his other side. Again, he began slipping further toward sleep’s waiting arms only to once more be brought back to near wakefulness.
He langoured in the half-asleep, half-awake state for several more minutes before the nagging in the back of his mind grew more pronounced, and drew him the rest of t
he way from sleep’s clutches.
Eyes now open, he lay there in the dark. Still not sure exactly what was bugging him, he glanced about the room only to find everything normal. He did notice a slight discomfort in his bladder that may have been the culprit. Thinking about it for another minute, he figured that’s what it had to have been. So, in the hopes of being able to return to sleep, he slipped out of bed and made his way toward the bathroom.
Just as he rounded the bed and began heading for the bathroom door, he came to a startled halt. For coming from the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor, was light. And not the steady light one would expect from the bathroom’s lighting. Instead, this light alternately grew brighter and dimmer in no set pattern.
The light was a mixture of red, blue, and green and not unusually bright. He watched as it suddenly grew brighter, then slowly diminished only to slowly return to its former brilliance. There was no pattern to the brightness, it came and went at varying speeds. Not only that, but the hue of the light changed too. As he watched, it changed from its original color to that of purple, then a dark red, then to a brighter pink.
This was the source of his discomfort. He could feel it like a prickling upon the skin and knew it for what it was. Magic. Beyond this door, magic was being worked.
“Jiron!” James whispered urgently.
In a snap, the one-time Pit fighter was instantly awake.
James directed his attention to the light coming from the other side of the door. “Magic,” he explained.
“But…,” began Jiron when sudden realization hit that Jira was not in bed with him. “Jira!” he shouted. His cry had barely subsided when the light vanished from beyond the door. Fearing for his daughter, he snatched up his knife and flew for the door. Visions of evil mages using his daughter for who knew what drove him forward as his shoulder smashed the door from its hinges.
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