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“I will not explain how it works. The witch obtained the ability to disguise him at the cost of one of my kind. This is a debt I will see her repay.”
“Now I know you are boasting. She is too powerful for you to kill,” the Queen smiled.
“I won’t harm a hair on her head… but I’ll still have revenge for the life she took.” He waved his hands and frowned dismissively. “But that is secondary to the main goal of ridding ourselves of the Humans. The witch made a fatal error when she took the ability from my kin to hide her pet Satyr. Because of her hubris, she’s given me the means to destroy all of Humanity. With your help, of course.”
“You still haven’t offered any proof that you can deliver what you say you can,” the Queen said with a frown but he saw she was intrigued.
“You are aware of Sympathetic magic?” he said to her.
She tilted her head at him with a frown indicating she wasn’t impressed with his stupid question.
He nodded in apology. “I’m a master of its use. I’m also the only one who can link a spell to the means the young Satyr uses to disguise himself. He is the perfect weapon to use against the Humans.”
Queen Mab was leaping ahead with her understanding of what he was suggesting. “You intend to kill the Satyr when he uses his method of disguising himself as a Human? How could this possibly be used in Sympathetic Magic? He’s a Satyr.”
“He isn’t disguised as a Human. He becomes one.”
Queen Mab stared at the old man smiling back at her.
“It’s not a disguise,” she muttered in shock.
“No, it’s not.”
“If you design the spell to kill him as a symbol of Humanity you expect this to target every other Human within the focus area of the spell,” she said, working it out in her mind.
“A focus area defined by your existing globe spanning spell. That’s the critical element. My payload spell must have access to your spell. It must be integrated sufficiently to use its range. Otherwise we just kill a unique creature for no value at all.”
“That is a concern of mine as well. He is one of my subjects. He is unique and I want him. Giving him up is only conceivable if what you promise is actually possible and you can truly make it happen. Only under that singular circumstance would the loss of this precious specimen be regrettable but acceptable. Rebuilding our world to a state before Humans poisoned it… is far more desirable,” she said.
“It is possible and I can make it happen. I’m the only one who can,” Walter said.
“You’ll understand my concern considering the fact that you are currently betraying your client. The being you are legally obligated to protect. Oath’s were taken to that effect, were they not?” Mab said with another raised eyebrow.
Walter scowled. “Stanley Garin has no legal standing in current society of the Hidden Races. When disguised, he is fully Human and would fall under the legal protection of the Human’s court system. When in his true state, he is not from this time as Satyr’s are not mentioned in the accords. He is, as you say, yours… based on ancient precedent. My legal responsibility is transferred to his representative… you.”
“Spoken like a true lawyer,” Mab said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes but Walter nodded as if accepting praise just the same.
Queen Mab considered the old man before her then made a decision. “I will speak to my people to determine if we can provide access to just the focus area of our overlay spell. If they say this is possible then I will grant you access to it. When will you be ready?”
“Our best and maybe only opportunity will be during today’s meeting. I can produce the payload in time. Could your people be ready?” he asked.
Her eyes flared with anger. “You set too tight a deadline!”
“I will contact all parties and state I need more time to review the precedents in the ancient laws. I will ask to postpone until the evening. That is the best I can do,” Walter offered.
Queen Mab nodded, still frowning.
“I will send the request for rescheduling momentarily. To avoid suspicion, do not respond until an hour before the scheduled time,” he suggested.
She nodded stiffly. “Agreed. Until this evening.” The disc of light flashed to darkness.
Ikehorn retrieved his cell. “What will happen to the Humans? Are we going to be left with billions of rotting corpses?” His partner Kelshard grimaced at the concept.
“Not at all. They will simply flash out of existence,” Walter said with a smile.
“All of them? At once?” Kelshard asked, failing to hide the awe in his voice.
Walter nodded. “Now, I have important work to do so if you don’t mind.” He shoved the journal and tablet PC across the desk towards the Fae.
The Fae scowled but got to their feet, picked up Leaharin’s items, and made their way out of the house.
Walter locked up behind them and set his wards. The home hummed quietly as the protection spells activated. Nothing was getting in now.
He made his way down to the cavern in the basement and willed his body to expand back to his Dragon form in relief. Space unfolded and he stretched opened his wings. The tips brushed the walls. He allowed himself a moment of excited anticipation at the thought of being able to fly in the open skies again. Stealing his freedom to fly as he pleased was the cruelest crime Humanity was guilty of in his opinion.
He went to his office and narrated a note requesting the postponement and sent it to all parties in the scheduled meeting. That sent away he moved to the center of the cavern to begin his preparation for building his spell. He had to be precise as this one was going to be his best work ever.
He smiled as he thought of thanking Stanley for making this possible. It was his delivery of the reliquary that would give Walter the strength to create such a powerful spell.
He plucked the ancient device from the silver tray and touched the runes on it in sequence. There was a click and the tiny apertures on the side of the device opened. Resting these against his skin he felt a prickly sensation as the matter within almost touched him. The reliquary didn’t allow for actual contact as that would destroy the contents. Just being this close to the physical manifestation of the other side was enough to focus his connection to the realm. He could feel it like a cool spring breeze whispering across his wings and his eyes glowed brightly as the energy seeped into his bones.
He remembered when he always felt like this when he was much younger. Before the Human’s began to outstrip the resources of their habitat and befoul the air, land and sea. It was time they were stopped.
With the newfound clarity and strength, he focused his mind on the task at hand. He had a spell to craft to set things right.
Thanks to Stanley.
*******
Monday morning found Stanley standing in the new server room listening to the happy hum of the servers and switches. The new firewall was protecting them from the baddies out in the world. The new backup system was protecting their investment in their data. The network was serving this data to the workstations at speeds never before seen in this company’s history. The users were happy and productive… well, their computers weren’t holding them back. Stanley could attest to that, at least.
He’d done what he promised to do. VRL’s technical debt was a thing of the past.
Maintenance of the hardware and systems he’d installed would take some of his time as he needed to keep on top of the latest threats and advancements.
Now he was turning his attention to the custom software VRL used to do trend analysis and asset account management. While code spelunking in the software for Mr. Constantin he found areas which needed improvement so he was going to approach Camila about spending time on that.
He left the server room and walked back to his office. Marisa looked up from her desk as he entered and she gave him a smile.
“Finished admiring your handiwork?” she said with a grin.
He answered her smile with one of his own. “Yes. It’s a good system. I’m happy with it.” An unwelcome thought came to his mind and dimmed his smile. She picked up on his mood change immediately.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighed as the thought wouldn’t leave his head. “If… if I have to go with them-” He held up a hand to stop her protest. “I’ve written up instructions for maintaining the backups and the other systems. The firewall is custom so I don’t have docs for that. Safer that way. It can be replaced with any standard firewall hardware if necessary.” He rubbed his hands together nervously.
Marisa got up from her chair and walked around her desk to give Stanley a hug. “It won’t come to that. Mr. Zhou said he has a line on protecting you from them.”
They heard a knock on the doorjamb and looked over to see Siobhan standing there with a little smile on her lips.
“Any chance I could get in on that hug?” she said.
Stanley smiled at her and she rushed over to wrap her arms around him and squeeze.
“I just came by to do this and to say good luck this afternoon,” she said after she pulled back from him.
“It’s been moved to tonight,” Marisa said with a pout.
“Oh! How are you feeling about that?” she asked Stanley with concern.
“Mixed feelings. It feels like a reprieve but it also prolongs the anxiety,” he said quietly.
They froze in surprise when Mr. Duncan walked past the door with Detectives Harmon and Morris on their way to Camila’s office.
Stanley and Marisa shared a worried look.
“Who were those two?” Siobhan asked.
“Detectives investigating my abduction last Friday,” Stanley said absent mindedly.
Siobhan shared a wide-eyed look with Marisa who shook her head to discourage further questioning at this time. Instead she leaned forward and kissed Stanley’s cheek, surprising him.
“That’s for luck!” Siobhan said and headed out with a smile at the two.
“Thanks Siobhan!” Stanley said as she slipped out the door.
He went back to worrying and Marisa did as well. She hoped her conversation with her mother last night would help her mother deal with the two detectives.
Camila rose from her desk to walk around it to shake the hands of the two men. Stepping out into the waiting room, Mr. Duncan closed the door behind himself after giving her a quick look.