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The only thing impressive about the castle was its sheer size. With four tall towers anchoring the corners of the rectangular base, the palace spanned a half a mile in width. Other than that, the odd layers of squares, triangles, cylinders and whatnot perched atop the base looked ridiculous. Even after all these years, Valek still didn’t know why the King had agreed to build a structure that resembled an uncreative child’s tower of blocks.
Perhaps the first King of Ixia had thought the asymmetrical design would hinder assassins. It would only confuse the stupid ones. Valek had infiltrated the castle without trouble by posing as a hairdresser for Queen Jewel.
Picking up his pace, Valek cut through the servant corridors to save time. He arrived at the Commander’s war room just as the kitchen servers left. They held empty trays. Ah, supper. His stomach growled in anticipation.
Located in the northwest tower, the circular war room was ringed by slender floor-to-ceiling stained-glass windows that spanned three-quarters of the wall. When the afternoon sunlight shone, a rainbow of colors streaked the large wooden table that occupied the center.
Lanterns had been lit, sending sparks of colors in different directions from the windows. Ari and Janco shoveled food onto their plates and the Commander sat at the head of the table, waiting as his food taster slurped and sipped his supper. A small stack of files had been piled next to the Commander’s plate.
The food taster, a skittish young man, shot Valek a nasty glare as he slipped past. Valek actually missed the old taster, Star, but she’d been too difficult to work with and keeping track of all her schemes had grown tiresome. So he’d slipped a dose of My Love into the Commander’s drink to test her poison tasting skills. Star’d failed the test and paid for that error with her life.
The Commander crinkled his nose at his messy plate, but didn’t comment as he speared a piece of beef.
“Well, look who decided to show up—the Ghost Warrior,” Janco said. “Have any trouble at the border?” He smirked.
Valek stared at Janco with the promise of retribution.
Unaffected, Janco elbowed his partner, Ari. “See? I told you he’d get through.”
While Janco was all lean wiry muscles, barrel-chested and broad-shouldered Ari was solid muscle. About a foot taller and wider than Janco, Ari also had more common sense.
“He told me about it later, Valek,” Ari said. “Nothing I could do at that point.” His long-suffering tone said more than his words.
“Your prank failed to work.” Valek ladled stew into a deep bowl.
“Oh?” Janco didn’t sound convinced.
“Captain Broghan recognized you from your basic-training days.”
Janco stabbed his fork into the air. “I knew he looked familiar, didn’t I, Ari?”
“You said he resembled your second cousin.”
“Close enough. So Broghan made captain.” Janco tapped the fork against his teeth.
“Is he worth looking into for my corps?” Valek sat on the opposite side of the table from the power twins—Ari and Janco’s nickname.
“He’s smart and a fast learner, but he has no finesse.”
“Not everyone can be a drama queen like you, Janco,” Ari said.
“I’m insulted.” Janco pouted, proving Ari’s point.
“Go on,” Valek ordered. “No finesse?”
“Yeah, no spark...imagination. He’ll follow orders and protocol, but if a situation goes well beyond the protocols, he’ll be stymied.”
“Stymied? Who uses that word?” Ari teased.
“Those who know what it means. Please excuse Ari. His vocabulary is limited to fifty words—most of them curse words.”
Ari drew breath to counter, but the Commander leaned forward and stopped the banter with a hard gaze from his gold, almond-shaped eyes. Time for business.
The Commander’s uniform matched Valek’s except he had two real diamonds stitched onto his collar and his was wrinkle-free. His steel-gray hair had been cut close to his scalp.
“I have two matters I wish to discuss,” the Commander said. “The first is regarding smugglers. The reports of illegal goods being stopped at the border have slowed to a trickle. However, black-market goods are still in ample supply.”
Valek considered. “That means they’ve found a new way into and out of Ixia.”
“Correct.” The Commander pushed his plate away.
“Are we still allowing some smugglers to slip by?” Valek asked. Following the caravans of illegal goods to the source was a sound strategy.
“No. The few who are attempting to cross illegally are so inept, they’re being caught right away.”
“Decoys,” Ari said. “To make us think they’re still trying to sneak through the Snake Forest.”
“Which means they’re organized,” Janco added.
“Organized how?” the Commander asked.
Janco scratched the empty place where the lower half of his right ear used to be. “If it was just one or two smugglers using the new route, then the others would continue as they have been. But with the decoys, it means all the smugglers have gotten together and figured out a way around the border guards.”
“A smuggler convention?” Ari asked with a touch of humor. “Thieves don’t usually play well together.”
“Maybe a big bad arrived with a new way of doing things.”
“A ringleader?” Ari asked.
“Exactly. Some scary dude who has taken over. He’s probably all ‘do it my way or...’”
“It’s a possibility,” Valek said while Janco cast about for a proper smuggler threat.
“Regardless. I want the three of you to figure out the new route and the new players. The sooner the better,” the Commander ordered.
“What about Maren?” Ari asked. “Will she be helping us?”
Maren had teamed up with Ari and Janco, and the three of them had beaten Valek in a fight, earning the right to be his seconds-in-command.
“She’s on special assignment,” the Commander said. “You can recruit if you need more assistance.”
Unease nibbled on his stomach. Valek knew nothing about Maren’s assignment and, from the Commander’s closed expression, he wouldn’t be learning more about it from his boss.
“Tunnels,” Janco said. “They could have dug tunnels underneath the border.”
“They’d have to be miles long. Otherwise, they’d pop up in the Snake Forest and someone would have seen them,” Ari said. “Who has the ability to build a tunnel like that?”
“Miners,” the Commander said in a quiet voice.
No surprise the Commander mentioned them. His family had owned a mine in the Soul Mountains bordering what was now Military District 3 until they’d discovered diamonds. The King of Ixia had claimed ownership of the gemstones and “allowed” the Commander’s family to stay and work for him. The King’s greedy move had started the rumblings of discontent and turned a brilliant young man into the King’s number one enemy.
“We’ll look into the possibility of a tunnel,” Valek said.
“Boats on the Sunset Ocean.” Janco held up his napkin. He had folded it so it resembled a sailboat.
“Not practical,” Ari said. “Between the storms and the Rattles, we haven’t had any problems with people using the ocean as an escape route.”
The Rattles extended from the coast of MD-7 out to at least a hundred miles into the Sunset Ocean. With submerged rocks, strong and unpredictable currents, and shallow areas that moved, the Rattles were impossible to navigate. Sailing around them took too long plus sailors ran the risk of hitting dead air and being stranded for months.
Valek tapped a finger on the table. “When did the decoys start?”
The Commander flipped through a few papers in the file on top of his stack. “End o
f the cooling season about sixty days ago.”
Valek calculated. “Prime storm season. It’s suicide to be on the ocean at that time of year.”
