AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Nine lowered his voice as he came to a decision. “At least make it look good.” He jerked his chin in Isabela’s direction. “And leave her. She’s too hurt.”
“Estou bem. Eu quero ajudar!” Isabela stomped her foot in frustration when the others simply stared at her, then wobbled and sagged against Caleb’s clone. “Talvez não. Va, va . . .”
Ran nodded once to Nine, then gave Rabiya a shove. “Take us.”
Rabiya reached for the Loralite. Ran had a vise grip on her arm. Nigel held Ran’s hand, his other hand on Kopano’s shoulder.
Nine made a dramatic lunge forward.
The Caleb duplicate tackled him.
Isabela stood there looking puzzled, holding her bloody side.
In a flash of vivid blue light, the other four teleported away.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
NIGEL BARNABY
HOFN, ICELAND
NIGEL REMEMBERED THE SENSATION OF TELEPORTING well. He was the bloody pioneer champion of teleportation, for God’s sake. He’d been the first Human Garde to use a Loralite stone back during the invasion. That dizzying feeling of getting flung halfway across the world toward adventure—he’d missed it.
This was what he always wanted. To make a difference. To take action. To do.
Like he’d told Kopano at the gas station, it wasn’t always glamorous. Nigel still had flashbacks to the massacre at Patience Creek. He still got a bitter taste in his mouth when he thought about the bodies.
But the reality of the fight—against Mogadorians, against Harvesters, against snotty-looking Garde from frozen wasteland countries—it didn’t scare Nigel off or make him second-guess his Legacies. The ugliness only made him want to fight more and fight harder. He’d spent so many years as a nobody, ignored by his parents, relentlessly picked on at Pepperpont—and now finally, finally he was going to take his rightful place in the world.
That’s why, when they arrived in Iceland, Nigel was grinning.
The change was jarring. First, it was cold here, and Nigel’s T-shirt was soaked through with sweat from the battle with the Harvesters. His breath misted in front of him and steam curled up from his narrow shoulders. It was also early morning. Even though the skies were clouded over and gray, the brightness stung his eyes. All the same, Nigel grinned.
Maybe it was Nigel’s half-mad smile that caused the large man in body armor to hesitate bringing down his sledgehammer. Nigel liked to think so. But it was probably the four teenagers who manifested right in front of him that momentarily stunned the intimidating chap.
That was their welcoming committee. A badass-looking dude poised to bring his hammer down on the stone they’d teleported in on. He hesitated only a moment, then continued his downwards swing, not appearing to care that Nigel’s head was now in the way.
Kopano caught the hammer in the palm of his hand with a metallic clang. Then, his fist heavy and hard, Kopano punched the guy square in the cheek. He slumped to the ground, unconscious, his jaw broken.
“He didn’t look friendly,” Kopano said.
Nigel patted him on the back. “He most certainly did not.”
They stood in a small wooden enclosure. The gate was open, footprints in the frost leading from the house to the now-unconscious brute. The house was quaint and cute, a log cabin, with a rock garden outside. It looked entirely too peaceful.
Ran put her forearm under Rabiya’s chin and slammed her up against the wall. “Where is this? Where did you bring us?”
Rabiya gagged, her eyes bugging out. Nigel touched Ran’s shoulder and she let up on the pressure.
“I told you! Iceland!” Rabiya said hoarsely. “This is Einar’s house. He took your friend.” Her gaze drifted to the man Kopano had knocked out and her eyes widened.
Nigel kicked the unconscious man. “Who’s this, then? You recognize him?”
“Blackstone,” Rabiya said. “Mercenaries. If they’re here, this place is burned. Your friend is gone or already dead. We should leave or they will kill us, too.”
Nigel looked down at the unconscious mercenary. “This wanker won’t even be able to eat solid foods in a dream, much less kill anyone.”
“There will be more.”
Ran half turned to look at Nigel and Kopano. “How should we—?”
The second Ran turned her attention away, Rabiya made a dive for the Loralite stone.
If she hadn’t been so badly injured by the Harvesters, she might have made it. Her body moved too slowly, though, and Ran brought her elbow down on the back of Rabiya’s neck. The girl slumped to the ground, her fingertips inches away from the Loralite stone.
“Damn,” Kopano said.
“Coulda let her go,” Nigel said with a shrug. “Poor thing’s been through the ringer.”
“The Academy does not know enough about these people,” Ran said. She dragged Rabiya’s body to the back of the enclosure and set her gently against the wall. “I am sure they will have questions.”
“That shit she said about Taylor—,” Nigel started to say.
“We must check,” Kopano replied.
As soon as he stepped out of the enclosure, Kopano was greeted by a burst of machine-gun fire. He grunted as the bullets struck him in the center of the chest. They didn’t penetrate, but his Legacy was slow to kick in. He would have bruises. Bad ones.
A second mercenary crouched behind a pile of rocks. When he saw that his bullets hadn’t harmed Kopano, he dropped his rifle and took a different weapon from his belt. An energy weapon. Mogadorian.
“Where is Taylor?” Kopano roared.
He charged across the backyard before the mercenary could get a shot off. Kopano picked the man up in both hands, headbutted him and kept running with the man held out in front of him. He smashed through the house’s back door using the mercenary’s body as a battering ram.
“Not a lot of teamwork in his approach, but it’s efficient,” Nigel commented.
Ran’s lips quirked in her almost-smile. “Let’s go,” she said.
The two of them emerged from the cover of the enclosure with a little more caution than Kopano had shown. They weren’t bulletproof. From inside the house, they could hear the sounds of objects breaking and Kopano repeatedly shouting Taylor’s name.
“This what you were expecting?” Nigel asked, looking over the cabin.
“Absolutely not,” Ran replied.
“Me neither.” Nigel nodded up at the wall above the back door. “See that?”
“Camera,” Ran said.
Nigel wiggled his fingers. “Wonder who’s watching.”
It was a lucky thing. If Nigel hadn’t called her attention to the camera, Ran might not have looked up and seen the glint of reflected light in an open upstairs window.
A scope. A sniper rifle.
“Watch out!” Ran yelled and shoved Nigel hard to the side.
Ffft! Ffft! Ffft!
The shots came like puffs of air, fired through a high-powered rifle’s silenced muzzle. Chunks of dirt and ice struck Nigel’s legs, one of the bullets hitting where he’d just been standing. He and Ran scrambled in opposite directions. Nigel got close to the house and around the corner, while Ran dove behind a pile of discus-shaped stones.
“Ran! You good?”
“Yes,” she replied, but Nigel heard a hitch of pain in her voice.
Ffft! Another shot exploded a rock near Ran’s head.
“I’m pinned down,” Ran yelled.
“On it!” Nigel replied.
From inside the house, Nigel heard the crash of a table being overturned. He peeked through a nearby window. Kopano was locked up against a large man with a thick beard and a scarred face, smashing through a fancy kitchen. Kopano punched the mercenary in the ribs, but his body armor absorbed the blow.
The man swung a combat knife for Kopano’s throat and connected. The slice merely made a grinding sound, though, not breaking Kopano’s impenetrable skin.
“Hah!” Kopano shouted, swinging again.
; The knife attack was only a feint, though. With his free hand, the mercenary pulled a manacle from his belt. As he ducked Kopano’s punch, the mercenary snapped the shackle around his wrist. Immediately, the bracelet emitted a humming vibration and Kopano was jerked downwards, his arm stuck to the side of the stainless steel fridge.
Kopano roared, trying to pull his arm free, failing, then trying to lift the fridge entirely and finding it too heavy. Quickly, the man drew a pistol from the holster attached to his thigh.
“Let’s see if your eyes are bulletproof,” he growled.
“Boo.”
Nigel threw his voice so it sounded as if he were right behind the mercenary. He spun around, found no one there. Nigel took the opportunity to yank the gun out of his hand. The man got off one shot that harmlessly thudded into a couch.
