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He took a step back. He even lifted both hands in surrender.
He was about to start apologizing or something, but Vela then turned all that feminine rage on Merl. “And you! You’re the worst. Why do you taunt my man like that?” Her man? She’d called him her man?
He started growling a soft kind of purr as he moved in behind her.
But she jerked away from him again and shook her finger at him. “Would you please get hold of this caveman shit before I go ballistic. ” She turned the same menacing finger on Merl. “Both of you!” When Merl also did his face-the- sheriff stance, hands up, she flared her nostrils in the prettiest way, lifted one brow, then shifted slowly in Merl’s direction. “Okay, that’s a little better.
Now what did your Third refugee associates have to say about our little predicament? How do we get to Duncan?”
“I hate to tell you this, but after debating your situation for the past several hours, we don’t have an answer. You can’t get to him. ”
“What? What do you mean we can’t?” He shrugged. “You fucking can’t.
Ascender Alison closed up the Gateway to Third right after she opened it. And I think Sixth Ascender, James or Braulio, or whatever the hell his name is, added his own mojo. That baby’s locked up tight.
No one in, no one out. ”
“But you said Third Ascenders have been making their way into this dimension. ”
“I think Sharav may have rigged something up, but I sure as hell don’t know how to access it. ”
“I just don’t understand,” Vela said.
“I know that Grace could fold to Fourth, no problem. ”
“Fourth is a more advanced, open society. They went through the Council of Sixth, millennia ago, and as a society agreed to open their Gateway. The Council has a say in all Gateway matters.
But Fourth is the exception.
“And since Second Earth contains generally less powerful entities, except Endelle of course and Thorne, who is showing immense promise, well, it looks like Sharav, no doubt with Chustaffus’s blessing, has found a way through. ” Vela looked back at the wall that held the darkening gate. “What if we got hold of a wrecker’s shotgun. We could then blow a hole in the darkening wall of Duncan’s prison and bring him out that way. ”
“What a great plan,” Merl said sarcastically. At the same time, he drew a lit cigarette into his hand from who knew where. He took a long pull, one eye squinting. “Just tell me one thing: How are you going to get a weapon away from a goddamn wrecker?” Vela narrowed her gaze. “You know, for a man with power, you sure don’t show much game. ” Samuel snorted. Merl blew smoke in Vela’s direction. “I’m gonna let that go because you have no idea what would be involved. ”
“Then tell us, so we can be astounded at how stupid my suggestion was. ” He sank into what seemed to be his favorite corner chair, leaning his head against the back cushion. He stared at Vela, but no smirk this time. Samuel liked him like this, less smooth, more I’m pissed at you.
“Fine. Your first problem is that wrecker weapons are identified, like swords. And I don’t know anyone who can alter an identification like that. ” But Vela glanced at Samuel. “I do.
Alison altered Leto’s sword identification at the Tolleson arena battle. ”
“That’s right. ” Samuel hadn’t yet escaped from his captivity when Alison went through her rite of ascension, a process that for her had involved battling Warrior Leto in an arena, sword-on- sword. “I heard about that. ” Merl puffed on his cigarette again.
“But swords are different than wrecker weapons. ” Vela waved a hand dismissively.
“Let’s say we get hold of a weapon, and we can alter the identification, what next?
You’ve operated one, how do you use it?” Merl frowned at her, his brows pinching together. “You’re serious. ”
“I think it’s a place to begin. So unless you have a better idea?”
“Fine.
I suppose if wrecker technology hasn’t changed all that much in fifty years, you just pull the trigger while releasing a jolt of your own personal power. But I think you’re out of your mind to even consider doing this. So why are you?”
“It’s simple. I know Duncan, and Rachel is my friend. ”
“Who’s Rachel?” He took an
other drag, his elbow on the arm of the chair.
