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His name had the desired effect on all but one. Panic flared in four sets of eyes, but the scamp glared—a challenge.
Valek said, “Tell me the plan for tonight.”
They glanced at the scamp.
“Don’t say a word,” he ordered them.
Ah. The scamp was in charge. Valek drew one of his knives from his sleeve with his right hand while palming a dart with his left. He grabbed the closest thief by her arm and yanked her upright, pricking her with the dart. She squealed in fear.
Placing his blade on her neck, he said, “Tell me the plan for tonight.”
“You’re bluffing,” the scamp said. “It isn’t a crime to sleep in an abandoned building. You got nothing on us.”
Valek stared at him a moment before returning his attention to the girl. “What’s your name?”
“Sa...Sadzi.” Her eyes glazed.
“You should have picked better friends, Sadzi.” He turned and stepped in front of her so he blocked her from the others. Drawing his knife arm back, he stabbed at her, sending the blade into the gap between her arm and side. The other girl screamed. Sadzi buckled as the sleeping potion kicked in. Valek grasped her shoulders, trapping the knife and keeping her upright as he muscled her out the door. He dumped her to the side, but her motionless boots remained visible to those inside.
Valek pulled a bloodstained handkerchief from his pocket. He pretended to wipe blood from his hands when he returned to the others. Mikus’s mouth gaped, as shocked as the Storm Thieves.
He waved the cloth at the door dismissively. “She soiled herself. Quite the stink.” Valek studied them one by one. The other girl burst into tears under his scrutiny. Yelena’s voice sounded in his mind, admonishing him for being mean.
Sliding another knife from his pocket, Valek said, “Tell me the plan for tonight.”
Terrified, they started talking at once, rushing to explain the plans.
* * *
Back at the station, they processed the thieves. The security officers searched them and gave them coveralls to wear before locking them in the cells.
The scamp scowled at Valek when Endre laid the still-sleeping Sadzi on a bunk. “I knew you were bluffing.”
Valek didn’t bother to reply. Instead, he checked on the preparations. Annika had arrived with the supplies and a seamstress. The older woman tsked and rubbed the knuckles on her right hand as he explained what he needed.
“I don’t know if it’ll work,” she said.
“That’s for me to worry about. Can you do it by supper?”
“Yes.” She unrolled the bolt of black fabric on the conference room’s table.
Captain Tahnee showed Valek what her staff had found. “They don’t look authentic.”
“Leave that to me. Annika, did you get the clay?”
“No one had clay, but I brought you quick wood. It’s a putty the fishermen use on their boats to plug small leaks. It hardens fast, so it should be good by tonight.”
“Wonderful.” Valek pried the lid off the bucket. He gave everyone a job and then set to work on his own task.
Around noon, Annika brought chowder for everyone. The spicy scent caused Valek’s stomach to cramp with sudden hunger. He hadn’t eaten since yesterday. After downing the chowder, he returned to work. The hours sped past.
Endre interrupted Valek at supper time. The soldiers from the other towns had arrived. He gathered everyone in the conference room. Each town had sent five officers, which brought the total number of people available to ambush the Storm Thieves to eighteen—not counting the seamstress, who had finished her part and left. He hoped it would be enough.
Valek explained the plan, picked people to fill certain roles, then set a schedule for small groups to leave for the rendezvous location. Satisfied with the progress, he resumed his assignment, completing the last item around sunset and four hours before the Storm Thieves landed.
His group included Annika and Endre. They were the last to leave the station, leaving only Captain Tahnee to deal with any problems in Gandrel. Valek checked to make sure they had everything. No one said a word during the trip to the steer farm.
Once they arrived, everyone knew what to do. They prepped and moved into position just as it started to rain.
A thrill of excitement shot through him. The trap was set.
* * *
The storm raged, soaking Valek’s hair and clothes. The fishing boats banged and screeched against the wooden pilings as they pitched in their docks. Flags flapped in the strong wind, adding to the noise. Waves raced under the planks, sending up salty sprays when they collided with the support beams.
Annika waited at the end of the pier. She watched for the Storm Thieves’ ship’s light. According to the teens in custody, the ship would appear during the height of the storm. It would tie up to the dock, lower the gangplank and the scamp and his crew would lead five stolen steers onto the ship. Then they’d raise the gangplank and cast off, with no one the wiser until morning.
Valek acknowledged the beauty and simplicity of the Storm Thieves’ plan. He looked forward to interrogating their leader. Perhaps Valek would learn a couple new tricks.
Two quick flashes of light pierced the darkness—Annika’s signal.
“Get ready,” Valek said, and his order was relayed to the others.
The four other teams of two pulled on their disguises. Valek and Endre draped the black cloth the seamstress had sewn around them.
Annika appeared. “They’re close.” She wore Sadzi’s clothes and had styled her hair the same way as the girl. “Where’s the rope?”
“Here.” Valek handed her the end. The lead was tied around the steer’s head. Or rather, the mask of a steer’s head that he wore. Not quite an exact replica. He’d done his best to make all five look lifelike, using bones from the butcher shop and the quick wood. Between the darkness and the storm, he hoped no one would spot the deception until it was too late.
“Let’s go,” Annika said.
Valek and Endre crouched over. Endre grasped Valek’s waist and they moved forward. Behind them, the other four teams should be doing the same. The “steers” were each led by a handler who wore one of the captured Storm Thieves’ clothes.
Halfway down the pier, Valek spotted the ship. Lanterns blazed from its upper deck. Unlike the other boats rocking on the heavy seas, the Storm Thieves’ ship remained steady as if traveling over calm waters. A large commercial vessel, it was under full sail. An impressive sight.
The white fabric of the sails caught a wind that wasn’t as strong as the storm’s. The magician not only controlled the sea, but the storm, as well. Talented.
Annika slowed, keeping the small “herd” away from the lanterns’ bubble of light until the gan
gplank was lowered. The storm stopped, reducing the noise. The ship approached and four figures jumped onto the pier. Ropes flew over the gap and were secured to the pylons. Voices shouted an all clear and the gangplank eased toward the dock.
“Sadzi, come on! Hurry!” a man called from the top of the gangplank.
Annika kept her pace. When the thud of the plank hitting the pier sounded, she sped up. Two others joined the man. Valek drew his blowpipe. Behind him, Endre pulled his sword.
Stepping into the light, Valek tensed as he encountered thick magic. He scanned the rigging and decks, counting opponents. The magician stood on the bow with her arms stretched to each side.
Laughter reached them. “That has to be the ugliest-looking steer I’ve ever seen,” a man said. “Did you feel sorry for him, Sadzi?”
Annika kept quiet.
“Looks like he’s limping, as well,” another voice said. “Jibben isn’t gonna be pleased.”
“They’re all walking weird. Did you hobble them, Sadzi?”
“Hey, they’re not—”
The jig was up. “Now,” Valek yelled, throwing off the fabric and yanking off his mask.
The three men standing at the top of the gangplank stared at him in shock for a few seconds. Long enough for Valek to reach the gangplank. Behind him, he knew the others tossed off their disguises and pulled their swords. He couldn’t see it, but by the way the men in front of him blanched, gasped and finally cried an alarm, it must have been quite the sight. Valek grinned. He loved a good surprise.
“Ambush!” one of the Storm Thieves yelled, drawing his sword.
The magician dropped her arms and turned. Valek loaded his blowpipe and aimed at the closest man. Then he shot the other two in rapid succession. He yanked his sword, then rushed them, exchanging a few parries before they wobbled as the sleeping potion took effect.
Yells sounded from the dock. Valek turned. Huge waves of water crashed over the pier, swamping his backup. Annika, Endre and two others had reached the gangplank, but the rest clung to the rope rails as whitecaps slammed into them. Valek had to neutralize the magician and stop the water attack.
