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“Sounds like we have a winner,” J. C. said. “All right, skinny. Here’s what you need to do. Kick the guy behind you as he’s taking a step. He’ll fall into the fellow next to him, and you can tackle Salic. Spin him around to cover gunfire from behind, take his weapon from inside his coat, and start firing through his body at the men down there. ”
Ivy looked sick. “That’s awful!”
“You don’t think he’s going to let us go, do you?” J. C. asked.
“The Abu Sayyaf,” Tobias said helpfully, “has been the source of numerous killings, bombings, and kidnappings in the Philippines. They also are very brutal with the locals, acting as more of an organized crime family than true revolutionaries. ”
“So . . . that would be a no, eh?” J. C. said.
We reached the ground floor, and Salic led us into a side room. Two more men were here, outfitted as soldiers, with grenades on their belts and assault rifles in their hands.
Between them, on the table, was a medium format camera. It looked . . . ordinary.
“I need Razon here,” I said, sitting down. “To ask him questions. ”
Salic sniffed. “He will not speak to you, Mister Leeds. You can trust us on this count. ”
“So he’s not working with them?” J. C. asked. “I’m confused. ”
“Bring him anyway,” I said, and carefully began prodding at the camera.
Thing is, I had no idea what I was doing. Why, WHY didn’t I bring Ivans with me? I should have known I’d need a mechanic on this trip.
But if I brought too many aspects—kept too many of them around me at once—bad things happened. That was immaterial, now. Ivans was a continent away.
“Anyone?” I asked under my breath.
“Don’t look at me,” Ivy said. “I can’t get the remote control to work half the time. ”
“Cut the red wire,” J. C. said. “It’s always the red wire. ”
I gave him a flat stare, then unscrewed one part of the camera in an attempt to look like I knew what I was doing. My hands were shaking.
Salic, fortunately, sent someone to do as I requested. After that, he watched me carefully. He’d probably read about the Longway Incident, where I’d disassembled, fixed, and reassembled a complex computer system in time to stop a detonation. But that had all been Ivans, with some aid by Chin, our resident computer expert.
Without them, I was useless at this sort of thing. I tried my best to look otherwise until the soldier brought back Razon. I recognized him from the pictures Monica had shown me. Barely. His lip was cracked and bleeding, his left eye puffy, and he walked with a stumbling limp. As he sat down on a stool near me, I saw that he was missing one hand. The stump was wrapped with a bloody rag.
He coughed. “Ah. Mister Leeds, I believe,” he said with a faint Filipino accent. “I’m terribly sorry to find you here. ”
“Careful,” Ivy said, inspecting Razon. She was standing right beside him. “They’re watching. Don’t act too friendly. ”
“Oh, I do not like this at all,” Kalyani said. She’d moved over to some crates at the back of the room, crouching down for cover. “Is it often going to be like this around you, Mister Steve? Because I am not very well cut out for this. ”
“You’re sorry to find me here?” I said to Razon, making my voice harsh. “Sorry, but not surprised. You’re the one who helped Monica and her cronies get blackmail material on me. ”
His unswollen eye widened a fraction. He knew it hadn’t been blackmail material. Or so I hoped. Would he see? Would he realize I was here to help him?
“I did that . . . under duress,” he said.
“You’re still a bastard, so far as I’m concerned,” I spat.
“Language!” Ivy said, hands on hips.
“Bah,” I said to Razon. “It doesn’t matter. You’re going to show me how to make this machine work. ”
“I will not!” he said.
I turned a screw, my mind racing. How could I get close enough to speak to him quietly, but not draw suspicion? “You will, or—”
“Careful, you fool!” Razon said, leaping from his chair.
One of the soldiers leveled a gun at us.
“Safety’s on,” J. C. said. “Nothing to be worried about. Yet. ”
“This is a very delicate piece of equipment,” Razon said, taking the screwdriver from me. “You mustn’t break it. ” He started screwing with his good arm. Then, speaking very softly, he continued. “You are here with Monica?”
“Yes. ”
“She is not to be trusted,” he said. Then paused. “But she never beat me or cut my hand off. So perhaps I am not one to speak on whom to trust. ”
“How did they take you?” I whispered.
“I bragged to my mother,” he said. “And she bragged to her family. It got to these monsters. They have contacts in Israel. ” He wavered, and I reached to steady him. His face was pale. This man was not in good shape.
