Gameboard of the Gods aox-1

by Richelle Mead

  Meanwhile, Mae began a search of the facility. Justin had given them a wide range of evidence to look for, from obvious signs like silver daggers to more difficult ones like screens. Mostly all she found were neatly stacked and organized bags of grain. If there really was a cult hiding out here, it was an efficient one when it came to storage. A small office off to the side looked promising, but getting into the desk computer was beyond her abilities. Another light joined hers as she searched the room, and Leo stepped inside. He turned on the screen and looked disappointed.

  “More basic security. Probably means there isn’t anything groundbreaking in it.” Still, he sat down at the desk and began working whatever magic he had to look into the system. “See if there’s anything on the catwalk.”

  There wasn’t. The only thing it provided was a good vantage to shine her light down on the main room. Nothing of consequence presented itself, but at least it reassured her they truly were alone. When she returned to the main floor, Leo was just walking out of the office.

  “Nothing except fascinating records on corn hybrids,” he said.

  The final examination turned up nothing, and she didn’t realize how many hopes she’d pinned on this trip until failure looked her in the eye. With a heavy heart, she joined Leo at the entrance and made one last desperate scan of the room. As she did, a strange feeling welled up in her. Some memory tickled her brain, nearly within her grasp—but not quite. It kept slipping through. There was something here she should recognize, but she didn’t know what it was. Images flashed briefly through her mind, but they were only indistinct shadows.

  “What’s wrong?” Leo asked her.

  “This isn’t the kind of place a death goddess would have her temple in.”

  He snorted. “A warehouse with bags of grain? Yeah, I can see how that would detract from some of her magnificence. Justin’s guy may have played him.”

  Mae still couldn’t shake the sensation that she should know more. “Her temple would be darker…no windows.” An idea clicked. “Is there a basement here?”

  That got Leo’s interest. “There could be.”

  “That would be a better fit than this place. More secrecy too. Plus, a death goddess would have more power within the earth.”

  In the dim light, she could see him staring. “How much time have you spent with Justin? Is he teaching religious-symbolism classes again?”

  “It just feels right, that’s all.”

  “If it’s true, then that’s where we’ll find our real security system.” He’d switched into problem-solving mode and actually sounded excited. “I know the kind of hardware I’d use to hide my deadly underground temple, and something like that’ll have a strong electromagnetic field around it. We can find that.”

  He took out another device from his bag of tricks and plunged back into the warehouse without another word. Mae again recognized her limitations at this stage of the search and simply followed him around. Fifteen minutes later, he came to a halt in front of a large machine that appeared to be some kind of grain sorter.

  “Here we are.” He knelt down. “Help me move it.”

  The machine was heavy, but casters aided in getting it out of the way. Below it, Mae saw neither a security system nor an underground lair. “Shine the light down,” he ordered. He ran his hands over the floor several times and then made a grunt of approval. “Nicely laid. I don’t suppose you have a knife, do you?”

  Mae handed him the one from her boot and heard him mutter, “Goddamned prætorians.” But after a little prying with the blade, he lifted up a large section of the floor that had blended seamlessly with the concrete. A metal door showed itself, glowing with all sorts of lights. “Oh, baby,” he breathed. Mae had a feeling that as far as he was concerned, this was a brush with divinity. He handed her his ego. “Send something to Dom, and make yourself comfortable.”

  One look at the tools he produced from his bag, and Mae was quick to comply. She sat cross-legged nearby and took out her own ego, once she’d sent Leo’s message. To Justin, she tapped out: Leo really is a genius.

  When no response came, she asked Leo, “Do you think they’re all right? Justin isn’t taking advantage of a chance to flout his superiority.”

  “Dom’ll look after him,” said Leo, eyes on the panel. “They’re not the ones in danger of tripping an alarm.”

  She jerked her head around, nearly expecting attackers to come swooping in. “What happened to your amazing prowess?”

  “I told you, I’m not a miracle worker.” He sat back with a frown. “But I think we’re okay.” He took hold of two handles on the door and lifted it up. Both of them froze. No wailing sounded; no one rushed at them. “If I set it off, it’d be silent,” he said, which didn’t reassure her. He shined his light downward, illuminating a chute with a narrow, spiraling staircase. “How quaint. Let’s make this fast.”

  Mae took the lead, gun out, trying her best to see ahead of her. Her fight-or-flight mode continued ramping up, burning nearly as strongly as it would have in active combat. The implant could sustain this state for a long time, but that just meant she’d experience a big crash later. She reached the ground unharmed, and after a quick survey with the light, she allowed Leo to join her.

  “No windows. We can do an overhead light,” he said. “It’ll get us out of here faster.”

  The control switch was near the bottom of the stairs. He found it, and within seconds, light flooded the space, revealing a wide doorway that opened to an enormous room.

  And Mae came face-to-face with her nightmares.

  The walls of the vast room were painted with murals predominately in black and red, depicting people dying in gruesome ways. Entrails, skulls, expressions of terror. Around her, the smell of dampness and decay filled the air. A stone altar sat at one end of the room, stained with some dark substance and surrounded by piles of bones. The picture behind it depicted a monstrous woman, larger than life, whose form took up the entire wall. Her face managed to be human, reptilian, and aquiline all at the same time. Black robes clothed her body, the sleeves stretching down like bat wings. A high crown sat on her head, displaying a twisted pattern of thirteen tormented faces—and a crow made of knot work in the center. The sky painted behind her was the color of blood. That horrific face was mirrored in thirteen black masks hanging around the room—and they all were watching Mae.

  “Fucked up,” said Leo. Mae couldn’t speak. She could barely even breathe, and he turned to her in surprise when he noticed her reaction. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve been here,” she said, her voice very small. The air felt oppressive, a heavy weight bearing down on her. “A long time ago.”

  It was the place her mother had taken her so many years ago, the place that had continued to haunt her dreams in shadows and half-formed faces. All this time, she’d thought her childhood imagination had twisted the memories into something greater than what they were. But here they were, exactly the same.

  My mother lied, she realized fleetingly. She had to have known about all this.

  Mae hadn’t been truly afraid of anything in a very long time, but she wanted to run out of this place as quickly as she could.

  “Are you going to be okay?” Leo asked.

  I have to be, she thought. Her personal experiences were irrelevant and could be dealt with later. For now, they had to complete their task. This was what they’d been looking for. Even if they found no evidence linking the murders, it still contained an unlicensed church that SCI could shut down, possibly preventing tomorrow’s murder. Justin would be completely justified in requesting a raid by local law enforcement or even the military right now. Maybe it wouldn’t be enough to redeem himself in Cornelia’s eyes, but it might very well keep him from Panama.

  “I’m okay.” Mae took a deep breath. “Let’s take a quick look and get out of here. I’m going to tell Justin to call in his cavalry.”

  She sent the message and joined Leo in his survey of the room, despite her
instincts’ screaming against it. She felt choked and sluggish. That goddess, with her eyes everywhere, wanted to trap Mae. Claustrophobia had never been a problem for her, but now the walls seemed to be closing in. What was noticeable, however, was that Mae felt no invasion of her body—no sense of the Morrigan taking control. She still felt a pressure, like the air was heavy, pressing down with the weight of the Morrigan’s wanting to penetrate Mae and take control…but she couldn’t.

  “Hello, hello,” said Leo, crouching near the altar. She joined him but refused to kneel. Carefully, he pulled out a wooden tray covered in velvet that had been concealed inside a hidden compartment in the back. Three silver daggers portraying the stylized crow lay on it. “How much do you want to bet forensics can match this to what killed the victims?”

  A surge of triumph shot through Mae. He was right. They’d connect this group to the murders, and even if they couldn’t find the actual fanatics right away, the owners of this warehouse had to know what was happening. SCI could start with them and eventually take down the rest.

  Leo started to stand when Mae caught sight of something in her periphery. She spun around instantly, aiming her gun. Her breath caught as black smoke billowed in from the wide doorway, filling up the other half of the room. It moved far more quickly than the laws of nature said it should and began to coalesce into distinct shapes. The panic she’d felt increased tenfold. “Get back,” she told Leo. She advanced forward, not entirely sure what she was walking into, only that she had to confront it.

  The shadows settled into seven humanoid forms—humanoid forms carrying silver blades. And they were fast. They practically flew toward Mae, and although every piece of reason told her she couldn’t fight them, she fired anyway. She was an excellent shot, as proven at the Nordic concert, but the shadow warriors’ rapid and erratic movements made them hard to target. She finally hit two of them, and rather than go right through as she expected, the bullets made contact with a seemingly solid surface. As the bullets hit their victims, the smoky black shapes transformed into very human ones. A man and a woman, blond and red haired respectively, materialized and fell to the ground, one wounded in the shoulder and the other with a lethal hit through the chest. Whatever they were, they were mortal. The implant refused to let her contemplate the matter further because the other five forms were swarming her. Only life and death mattered now.

  The attackers also felt solid when they hit her, which made sense after the killing blow from the video. She elbowed and kicked them, slipping away when the shadow people swung their daggers toward her. Just like the bullets, her kicks made contact with solid substances. In fact, each strike that connected made the dark figures shift briefly to human form. In those fleeting moments of transformation, the attackers moved at regular speeds. She caught hold of one and slammed it hard against the stone floor, revealing a red-haired man who didn’t move. The last attacker’s dagger swiped her arm but didn’t get through the fabric of her shirt. She spun around and shot him in the leg, making him cry out and fall to the ground. Ready to finish the job, she aimed her gun down at him—and heard a snick sound. She felt a biting pain in her chest and saw a small dart poking out of her shirt. She dismissed it. As scarce as guns were in the RUNA, domestic attackers often attempted poisonous hits on prætorians. There was usually some initial discomfort, but the implant was too good at identifying and metabolizing toxins. It wouldn’t take long for it to work on whatever this was. Her concern was on who had actually fired the dart. Lifting her eyes, she saw a familiar person standing at the doorway beside the staircase: Emil. Five others stood behind him.

  “Such ingratitude,” he said. “For all you’ve received.”

  Mae had no time for soliloquies. All she knew was that her targets were standing still. She fixed her gun on Emil but hesitated to pull the trigger as a swirling feeling stirred in her stomach. That would be the toxin, she supposed. A lightness spread through her limbs, but she took her shot anyway—and missed. Scowling, she tried to fire again, but her shaking hands couldn’t get a grip anymore. The gun slipped from her hands. It was like the recovery phase that followed implant activation, only far more violent than anything she’d ever experienced. Her knees buckled as that swirling in her stomach increased and spread to her chest. She was vaguely aware of Leo catching hold of her as she fell.

  “A prætorian is only as good as her weapons,” Emil said, a smug smile on his face. “And your mortal ones mean nothing.”

  “Yeah?” Mae gasped. She barely managed a nod at the man she’d killed. Her body shook fiercely now, and her vision was blurring. “Ask him if that’s true.”

  “He’s just one man,” said Emil. She had the sense he was moving toward her. “His sacrifice will strengthen our mistress—as will yours. You wouldn’t serve, and now your time is up. It’s time for you to return to her and serve in death.”

  Mae tried to speak but couldn’t. Her tongue seemed to fill up her mouth. Beside her, she heard Leo say, “The full moon isn’t until tomorrow.”

  Emil chuckled. “Depends on your definition. It’s after midnight. It is tomorrow.”

  That was the last thing Mae heard before her heart exploded.

  CHAPTER 34

  NO ONE EVER EXPECTS THE KNIFE

  “Have you heard anything?” Justin asked.

  “No,” growled Dominic from the front seat. “Just like I hadn’t thirty seconds ago.”

  Justin could forgive the gruff attitude for once because he knew Dominic was just as agitated as he was about the sudden silence. Leo had sent messages every few minutes until recently. Now, ten minutes had gone past without communication. Concerned, Dominic had queried Leo a couple minutes ago but heard nothing.

  “They probably found something and got distracted,” said Justin. He was trying to reassure himself more than Dominic. As it was, Justin was fighting every instinct to go inside after them. “Leo’s too smart to set off an alarm. And Mae’s a prætorian for fuck’s sake. They’re fine.”

  “You put a lot of faith in prætorians,” remarked Dominic.

  “Of course I do. They’re lethal—I mean, aside from when they’re drinking heavily and acting ridiculous.”

  “It’s how they cope,” Dominic said. “You have to if you’re going to survive that kind of lifestyle. They flip back and forth, but it’s always extreme—even if they’re off duty. They play hard, fuck hard, and fight hard and can switch into that ‘on’ mode in the space of a heartbeat. You ever seen Mae switch on?”

  “Of course.”

  “With a few rowdy zealots? That’s nothing. You see her now, with that pretty face and all those manners, and you think, ‘Oh, she’s a castal who happens to be a prætorian.’ But the truth is, she’s a prætorian first who happens to be a castal. When she switches on, when she’s really in that moment…she’ll be something else. Something whose purpose is to fight and kill with single-minded focus. And it’s not just the implant and the training. They don’t just choose prætorians on physical ability. There’s a psychological profile they screen for too, one that works very well with being pumped full of all those chemicals—and don’t think those don’t eventually take their toll.”

  “You don’t like prætorians,” said Justin, knowing what an understatement that was.

  “I don’t trust them,” he corrected. “They’re dangerous to others. They’re dangerous to themselves.”

  Justin said nothing more, not wanting to provoke his paranoid companion. It was true that Mae was scary sometimes, but Justin had faith in her. He wasn’t sure if he had faith in the alleged charm he’d given her, though. The ravens had spent the last two days trying to teach him a symbol they claimed was one of their god’s greatest mysteries. They called the symbol algiz and had been drilling its meaning into his head over and over. The problem was, they kept giving it all sorts of definitions. Initially, it had represented protection, which Justin thought was a reasonable concept to send a warrior into battle with. But then the ravens kept elab
orating. It was an elk, a yew tree, life. When he showed them that he’d memorized everything, they condescendingly said he didn’t truly know it, that it took a lifetime to understand. They did finally decide, however, that he had enough of a grasp to perform a rudimentary protection blessing on Mae. Whether it would do anything remained to be seen.

  Do you feel that? Horatio suddenly asked, snapping Justin out of his thoughts.

  Feel what—

  Justin could feel something, just the slightest prickling along his skin. He would’ve ignored it if the raven hadn’t pointed it out. It was the same sensation he occasionally got around strong practitioners.

  Where’s it coming from? he asked.

  Where do you think? asked Magnus. Dominic certainly hasn’t found religion.

  Justin didn’t wait to hear more. He opened the car door and swung his legs out, earning a cry of surprise from Dominic. “What are you doing?”

  “Something’s wrong.” Justin took off at a sprint across the grassy field, and Dominic closed the distance easily. He grabbed Justin’s shoulder.

  “You’re just going to go right in? You don’t know what you’re walking into.”

  Justin glared in the darkness. “I know it’s one of two things. Either nothing’s wrong, and there’s no harm done, or something is wrong, and we can help.”

  “I think it’s a little more complicated than that.”

  “You were the one who thought this was too dangerous in the first place.” Justin turned back toward the warehouse. “Are you coming along or not?”

  Dominic came along.

  They immediately found signs of Mae and Leo’s passing. The front door was ajar, and the inside security panel had been set to daytime mode. Other than that, the huge building was dark and silent. Dominic led the way, scanning the space and keeping protectively near Justin in a manner almost identical to the way Mae moved. Suddenly, Dominic stopped and pulled Justin behind a stack of crates with him. Justin’s eyes had adjusted to the poor lighting, and he saw Dominic point ahead. Peering around the boxes, Justin could discern a spot of light shining on the floor near the far side of the warehouse and the dark shape of a man standing nearby who clearly wasn’t Leo. He was pacing, standing guard, but hadn’t seen them yet.