Hazardous Goods (Arcane Transport)

by John Mackie

  He stood firm as I approached, though I noticed he held a cold compress to the back of his head, and seemed to have collected a few more abrasions above the neck. Wasn’t so confident when I brought the bat up, though. Instead of bashing his skull in, I held it up in front of me, poking him in the chest and pushing hard. There was a chance I would just bounce off him, like clothing off of Paris Hilton. But my stubbornness knows no bounds, and the threat of the bat had taken him by surprise. The Bull stumbled back into the office with an angry laugh, unhurt but even more pissed off at me.

  College Boy said something behind me, and I could hear the voice of the security guard as well, but I slammed the door shut behind me, and locked it. Finally, I turned to see what I had gotten myself into.

  The first thing I noticed was Niki moving in my direction with a look of nasty intent, his hand slipping into his jacket where he had a pistol holstered under the side of ham he called a left arm. I snarled, but a shout stopped him in his tracks.

  “Nikolay!”

  He stopped, wavered, then removed his hand from under his jacket and backed up to lean against the wall.

  Turning to the voice, I saw Elena Legenko seated at a small antique desk with an inlaid rosewood pattern. It was a small desk, and looked out of place tucked in the corner of the large office. Beside the desk was a sculpture, seemingly constructed of ivory, wood and bone. It was shapeless, as far as I could tell, but a shiver ran down my neck as I looked at it. I tore my eyes away and looked to her, perched on a small leather chair, her long legs crossed and showing far too much creamy thigh for an office environment.

  Behind her, floor to ceiling windows provided a terrific view of the downtown city core, the site even more spectacular in the crisp light of late afternoon. I could see City Hall, the BMO Building, CN Tower, all of it. Etched into the glass of the windows was a perfect outline of the buildings in the distance, several shaded with crosshatching. The overall effect was surreal, as though I was viewing a satellite image laid out on stained glass.

  As with the boardroom, an oval table with an inlaid image of what appeared to be the Zodiac served as the central piece of the room. And once again, Maxim Legenko sat slouched in one of the chairs, this time with a flustered look on his face. I sensed I had just interrupted a heated discussion. Both he and Niki were sweating hard, suits disheveled, presumably from their recent bout with Ted. And Elena looked as pissed at them as she was at me.

  “Again you are here, Donnie Elder? You are very stubborn, yes?”

  I said nothing. This was about delivering a message, and not one other piece of information.

  I dropped into one of the chairs and kicked my feet up onto the table, dragging my heels on the surface as I did so. Maxim was pissed, but Elena remained impassive. An observer.

  “You show a lot of nerve, Mr. Donnie Elder. Again you are disrespecting me and my friend Nikolay. Tell me – why I should let you leave this building alive?”

  He seemed awfully sure of himself. Can’t say I felt the same way.

  “If I want to leave, I’ll just walk out that door. And you won’t be able to do a damned thing to stop me.” His eyes flashed with anger. “But first you have to understand something. You keep coming after my friends and family, and I’m going to bring this place down around your ears.”

  It was Niki who reacted first, a low belly laugh building into a freight train rumble. Maxim seemed to share his view, flashing a grin. Elena was the last to laugh, though the humor never reached her eyes.

  “Mr. Donnie Elder – Donnie – there is nothing you can do to us.”

  “Oh no?” I pulled my cellphone from my pocket and flipped it open, keeping one eye on Maxim. “Well, that remains to be seen.” I punched buttons until I got to the Tape function, then hit Play.

  And as the audio rolled, I took another glance at that window.

  “We took out the first, and we are going to take out the second. Maxim is not going to jail. You can count on it. We will find him, with or without this damnatory thing. And when we do, it is going to be the same book all over again – suicide or heart attack, car accident or falling down the stairs.”

  “Same story.”

  “What?”

  “Never mind. Maybe this time the cops’ll be ready for them.”

  “Ready? You cannot be ready for this. These people, they can get you anywhere. Wave of the hands, hocus pocus, you are six feet under.”

  I hit STOP.

  Elena turned and glared at Niki, her jaw clenched in anger. But Maxim didn’t even blink, nervy bastard that he was. He leaned back in the chair, hands behind his head. Big sweat stains had leeched into the fabric of his blue dress shirt, but he made no effort to hide them. I got the feeling those stains showed up early every day. “It’s just a tape. The cops cannot use this. They can’t prove anything.”

  “I suspect you’re right, asshole. But I sent it to them anyways. And I sent a copy to a contact at the Daily Times.” Thank you, Amy. “In about ten minutes they’re going to post an article on their website, publishing the conversation on that tape word for word. Tomorrow morning it’ll be front page in the business section. I’m told the prosecutor is pissed. You can be guaranteed it won’t be so easy finding that last witness now.”

  All of a sudden, Maxim wasn’t looking so cocky. A drop of sweat appeared just above his right eye, and traced a wavy trail down his forehead toward his eyebrow. Niki seemed to be trying to melt his considerable bulk into the wallpaper, under Elena’s withering eye.

  “Don’t kid yourself. Judges and juries find out about this stuff, and they don’t ignore it. So, little Maxi boy – I suspect you’re going to jail for a long time.”

  Elena Legenko slowly turned away from Niki and stared down at the papers in front of her. It spoke to me of acceptance, perhaps resignation. Maxim, however, took a different tact. Sneering, he grabbed an object from the table – a crystalline pyramid the size of a stapler. He stared into it for just a moment, and I could hear him muttering, though too quietly for me to catch it.

  Elena’s head snapped up, as though reacting to a gun shot, and Niki rolled forward on the balls of his feet. I glanced at both of them, then back to Maxim, who appeared to be waiting for something. And something was happening. The air between us shimmered slightly, like still air over hot tarmac. Maxim was still staring at me, as though expecting something dramatic.

  Too bad for him.

  I shifted my feet, again dragging my heels across the table top. He stared, and I stared back. I felt like I was six years old on the school bus, bound and determined that this time I wasn’t going to give up my seat.

  “Enough.” We both ignored the voice, which I took to be Niki’s based on the apparent source.

  “Please! Maxim!”

  I glanced to Niki and saw that the shimmering air was drifting towards him. He was standing bolt upright, and looked very uncomfortable. Sweat was beading on his brow and upper lip. Maxim himself was not looking so good either, his skin taking on a slight mustard tone.

  Elena angrily waved her hand, and both of the men sagged.

  “You think I’m an idiot? I’m going to walk in here without protection? Don’t get in your head you’re going to do anything to me.” I’ve never been much of a bluffer, but I figure if you’re going to try it, you’ve got to commit to the fake. So I hauled the fearstone out of my pocket, and showed it to him. Then I threw it, a soft lob that I figured even he could catch.

  And he did.

  “What is—?”

  Flash.

  I was ready for it this time, and so I saw the spell in action. As the others fought to regain their sight, I saw faint tentacles of smoke rise from the stone, then coalesce and take shape. It was easy to recognize the figure. An exact duplicate sat not ten feet beyond, staring in rapt fascination without a hint of fear in her eyes.

  Elena.

  This golem, crude and without any real power, scared the hell out of Maxim and Niki. And I could see why. For
the golem had captured something more than just her animal attractiveness or brazen confidence. It showed a hint of her power. I could see that in Maxim’s face, wide-eyed in shock and deference.

  But he quickly saw through the gambit and came to his feet, snarling. Ignoring the spectre before him, he slammed the crystal pyramid down on the fearstone, shattering both into dust-like fragments.

  I think in that moment I saw the true Maxim Legenko. A sinewy rage of fiery eyes and meat-tearing teeth.

  Last time I thought there had been something going on. This time I knew for sure. A beam of energy, almost like a tight jet of water from a fire hose, leapt from a ring on his hand and arced across the room towards me. It was just like with Crazy Lady, a stream of particles which expanded as they approached me, pointillist in form, with the same distinct pebbles of black and yellow shimmering in the air. And again, the beam didn’t get to me. About twelve inches from my chest it just stopped. It didn’t deflect and race off in another direction. Didn’t explode on impact. It just reached a point a few inches away from me and stopped.

  He stood, trembling, the beam of energy continuing to stream from his fingertips for a moment, then fizzling out.

  “You done yet?”

  Apparently not. He tried again. Red flames shot from the ring and scorched the table top in their race across the room. This time I didn’t flinch – I leapt out of the way. My finely honed cowardice had taken charge.

  The heat swept past me, roaring out of my peripheral vision and slamming into the door and wall behind me. As I turned, I saw the door explode out of its frame, spinning into the office space beyond and clipping a monitor on the way. Tongues of flame danced along the wall, as patches of old wallpaper began to smolder, then ignite.

  That little display seemed to get everyone’s attention, including Niki’s since the right shoulder of his jacket was on fire. He was slapping wildly at the flames while I righted my chair. And Elena seemed as angry at her husband as she was at me, perhaps more so.

  “Figure it out. Your magic tricks aren’t going to work on me. But you keep messing with us, and I’m going to bring a heap of shit down on your head.”

  I think that time I got through to him. He was still staring lasers at me, but his breathing seemed to slow, and I could see intelligence returning to his eyes, replacing the untempered rage. In fact, at that moment, inching toward the door and seeing the faces of Elena and her husband, I was convinced I was going to be leaving with my hide intact.

  Unfortunately I had managed to overlook one very large, very pissed off and now smoldering Russian mobster. Niki came off the wall as though I had waved a red flag in front of him. I could imagine steam erupting from his nostrils. I was just able to turn my body and take the impact on my shoulder, but that did nothing to slow his momentum.

  I flew backwards a good six feet, and would have gone farther had it not been for College Boy’s cubicle. Instead of continuing to sail through the air I slammed into the fabric panel that served as a partition, sending it toppling over onto College Boy’s desk. From the crunching sounds behind me, I presumed a keyboard or laptop had just bitten the dust.

  “Jesus.” I tried to roll off the panel quickly, but Niki was there again, this time grabbing my shirt and throwing me like a bale of hay. I hurled over the adjoining cubicle wall, narrowly missing another assistant, and landing ribs first on an open file drawer. That hurt. Big time.

  I was gasping for air, still slumped over the drawer, when Niki rounded the cubicle wall and grabbed my shirt collar and the back of my belt. Fortunately I had just enough of my wits about me to bring up the bat. I swung as hard as I could, and the bat exploded on impact, sharp pieces of wood spraying around us. Niki grunted, and dropped me with a thud.

  Crawling back into the cubicle, I turned to see that my swing had done more damage than I could have hoped for. A flap of skin hung from his forehead, partly obscuring his left eye, with several long splinters jutting from the wound. Blood was just beginning to flow.

  “Raaaagggghhhhhh!”

  Seemed I had enraged the Bull. I turned, stepped up onto one of the visitor chairs in the cubicle, and hopped over the back partition.

  Niki took the more direct route, plowing into the partition and using it to slam me up against the internal wall. He was panting just like his namesake now, and he was close enough to me that the blood from his forehead was dripping down on my exposed arm and shoulder. The rest of my body was trapped between the partition and the wall. I tried to bend my legs, to gain leverage, but Niki growled and pressed even harder. The metal frame of the partition was digging into my chest and neck and now I was having trouble breathing. Niki was crushing the life out of me.

  I raised my arm and tried to get my hand under his multiple chins, hoping I could force his head back and ease the pressure. But his neck was as thick as my thigh. I couldn’t budge him. I slipped my hand up over his chin and snapped the heel of my palm into his nose, hoping for the mythical strike that drives a bone into your opponent’s brain. His response – pounding the partition a further inch and a half closer to the wall – almost caused me to black out, but the dry wall behind me gave just enough to keep me conscious.

  I went after the only weak spot I could find. I reached for one of the splinters jutting from the open wound on his forehead, and hammered down on it.

  Niki bellowed and stumbled away, trying to get away from my hand. The partition fell to the floor between us, and I sagged to the carpet gasping for breath. My brain was screaming at me to get up, to get the hell out of there. But my lungs were demanding my attention. Maslow’s hierarchy of needs in action.

  Still, I managed to gain my feet before Niki was able to turn his attention back to me. A feat in and of itself. I was grimly marching towards the stairwell when a voice called out.

  “Enough!”

  Even in the heat of the moment, I stopped in my tracks. That was a voice that demanded your attention.

  Turning, just steps away from the stairwell and apparent freedom, I scanned the floor.

  We had left a real mess. Smoke was snaking out of Elena’s office, drifting across the ceiling of the central space, and flames continued to dance along the door frame. I was amazed no fire alarm had gone off. The cubicle outside her office was demolished, a rubble of fabric, metal frame, desk and computer equipment left in our wake. College Boy stood at the base of the rubble, seemingly in shock at the sudden turn of events. Two other cubicles were wrecked, and one of the assistants was being cared for by her colleagues, apparently having been knocked aside in Niki’s efforts to annihilate me.

  At the entrance to her office stood Elena Legenko, now fully resembling the golem from before. Even from across the floor, the most arresting thing was her piercing stare. Part of me wanted to apologize, part of me wanted to run like hell.

  Maxim was the first to speak, turning to her from his spot halfway across the floor.

  “Darling, this – ingrate – has attacked Nikolay and I. Niki was simply defending us.”

  “SHUT UP YOU FOOL! You and your idiot friend have tested my patience for long enough!”

  Elena stared at Maxim. He shied from her attention, but stood his ground. Elena’s focus then turned to Niki the Bull, who had taken a seat at one of the work stations, one hand to his forehead with blood still trickling between the fingers. Niki was staring at me as though he might be able to stop my heart with his eyes. Lastly, Elena turned to me.

  “You and I must talk, Mr. Elder.”

  I debated whether to respond. But at that point, it didn’t seem to make much difference.

  “I’ve said everything I had to say. Stay away from us.”

  I wasn’t sure whether she intended to do so, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t hanging around to chat. I turned and began moving to the door again. Behind me I heard the squeak of an office chair as Niki lurched to his feet and bulled towards me, intent on ensuring that I did not make it down the stairs, at least not intact.

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nbsp; “I SAID ENOUGH!”

  This time I didn’t even see it coming. One second Niki was rushing towards me, a three hundred pound bull determined to trample me in his path. The next he was hurtling sideways through the air, his feet clipping yet another cubicle and causing him to spin head over heels before slamming into a structural concrete post in the north east corner of the floor. I glanced back at Elena and sure enough, her hands were raised before her, as though she was manipulating the very air.

  That was enough for me. I turned and reached out for the door to the stairwell, only to flinch as a crimson streak passed over my shoulder and enveloped the door and its frame. It was a subtle light – not flame, but energy – and radiated just a few inches from the surface of the door. But I saw it with my own two eyes, dead sober and with all my faculties intact.

  This was going to be interesting. Without so much as a glance back at Elena, I reached out to the door handle. As my hand neared the door, the crimson glow dissipated, first from around the handle, then in a growing circle around my hand. By the time I was touching the handle, the glow was gone.

  I turned the handle, opened the door, and ran like hell.

  CHAPTER 29

  I jogged out of the building, trying to remain innocuous while keeping in motion. The van was a block and a half away, but no one tried to stop me. I did a quick sortie around the vehicle to make sure all was in order, then hopped in and sped out into traffic.

  I needed to find a computer, fast.

  With a PC at home, several in the office, and internet access on my phone, I don’t think I had ever needed to use an internet café in my life. Now with WiFi in every coffee shop, I couldn’t imagine that such places had a long life span. But if I ever needed one, now was the time. It was simple. My memory was a sieve, and stuff was leaking through already.

  I figured my best bet was to stay on St. Clair, and it turned out I was right for once. Just past Bathurst I spotted a place called Cyber ‘Spresso, the window advertising “stations, wifi, smoothies and snacks”. I squealed into a lot on Raglan and sprinted back to the shop.