Lindsay Buroker - Blood and Betrayal

Smoke smothered the dirigibles navigation cabin like a dense fog. Murky water seeped through the spider web of cracks in the viewing window, dripped off the smashed control panel, and pooled on the floor in front of Maldynado Montichelus nose. Awareness of the puddle-and the fact that his left nostril was swimming in it-came abruptly. When Maldynado jerked his head out of the water, pain sharper than any womans tongue stabbed his skull from the inside out. He winced and grabbed his temples. His fingers brushed a bump larger than any of the mountains theyd just flown over. He didnt know if itd been thirty seconds since the crash or thirty minutes, but hed liked things better when hed been unconscious.

Maldynado sat up and examined himself to see if any important body parts were missing. Everything seemed to be intact, though more than one crimson stain marred his ivory shirt. The fringes dangling from the hem hung in a dirty, snarled mess. He sighed when he spotted his latest fur cap wedged beneath a warped metal panel, blood and grease stains competing for prominence. When Maldynado had agreed to join Amaranthes team, he had assumed that the mercenary life would include perils to his body, but he hadnt known how devastating it would be to his wardrobe. Ah, well, Sergeant Yara had thought the raccoon-tail cap silly anyway.

Yara! Shed also been in the navigation cabin, alternately yelling advice and cursing at him, when the dirigible crashed. Maldynado spun about, looking for her.

She lay crumpled in the corner. With her broad shoulders and strong jaw, nobody would call the six-foot-tall woman fragile, but at the moment

Maldynado crept toward her, a hand outstretched. Eyes closed, neck bent awkwardly, Yara wasnt moving. He wasnt even sure if she was breathing. For that matter, he wasnt sure if anyone was breathing. The only sound coming from the rest of the dirigible was the trickling of water.

Maldynado touched Yaras shoulder. Lady Gruff and Surly, are you awake?

Her eyes didnt open.

Are you alive? Maldynado asked more quietly. The woman was terse, rude, and utterly lacking in femininity, so he had no idea why he cared; nonetheless, a feeling of concern wormed its way into his belly. He shook her shoulder. You better not be dead. This team is already overflowing with ankle spankers. I was looking forward to having more women around.

Yaras eyelids fluttered open. She blinked a few times, focused on him, and frowned. Ankle spanker? The only thing youve got thatll reach that far is your ego.

Now that weve reunited with the others, theres no need for you to continue as Chief Maldynado Insulter. He offered her a hand. Books has been fulfilling that role for the last nine months.

Thinking of Books reminded Maldynado that the rest of the team was back there somewhere and might need help. He huffed in exasperation when Yara refused his hand. She rolled over, braced herself on the wall, and found her way to her feet on her own. As soon as she tried to take a step, she tottered and almost pitched over, so Maldynado ended up grabbing her arm to support her anyway.

What a crash, Yara muttered without thanking him. Is it common for people to try and blow up your team this many times?

Not in the same week, no.

They were angling for the corridor leading to the cargo bay and the dirigibles exit when a dark figure stepped into the hatchway. Sicarius.

On any given day, Sicarius, with his death-black attire, humorless face, and dozen-odd daggers and throwing knives, cut a grim figure, the sort of figure that people crossed the street to avoid-at a dead sprint. Today, dirt and blood smeared his face and body, more of the latter being revealed due to numerous tears in his shirt and trousers. Anyone else would have looked weak and haggard; he looked like an angry ancestor spirit from one of the old stories, the kind of spirit who slew the populaces of entire towns to avenge the deaths of family members. When those dark flinty eyes focused on Maldynado, his gut clenched and he took a step back. He might be six inches taller and possess a broader build, but it didnt matter. He wouldnt provoke Sicarius under any circumstances, and circumstances were worse than usual.

Amaranthe is missing. Sicariuss hard gaze never left Maldynados face.

Missing? Maldynado squeaked, then cleared his throat in an attempt to reclaim a normal register.

She was thrown out when the craft lurched. As always, Sicarius spoke in an emotionless monotone, but Maldynado was fairly certain there was an accusation in those words.

Its not my fault, he blurted. I did my best not to crash. Or to lurch. They hit us with something. Anyway, I was only piloting because Books was helping with the surgery. Howd that go anyway? Is the emperor

Sicarius had turned his back while Maldynado was speaking, and he stalked down the corridor without a word.

Do you always tinkle down your leg like that when he looks at you? Yara asked when he was out of sight.

Maldynado squelched a flicker of irritation and the urge to respond defensively. Growing up with a pile of older brothers had long ago taught him that confrontations ended before they began when one let insults ricochet off ones skin like slingshot pebbles clinking off an armadillos shell. Nah, he said, only once or twice a week, when I can tell hes in a real ornery mood and might thump me.

Has he ever actually touched you?

Oh, yes. Maldynado left the navigation cabin, heading into the dented and warped corridor where even more smoke thickened the air. He calls it training. Its painful.

Thanks to a tilted floor, Maldynado had to climb up a slope to reach the cargo bay. Voices came from beyond the open rear hatch, so he hurried. If the boss truly had fallen out, they needed to hustle to find her before those Forge minions, or whoever had been flying that bizarre black aircraft, found her first.

As it turned out, the hatch wasnt simply open; it had been torn off. He was about to step outside, but the back end of their craft hung several feet above water clogged with cattails. The vegetation-filled wetlands stretched several hundred meters until the foliage ended at the edge of Lake Fenroots blue depths. Above Maldynado, the huge, decimated dirigible balloon blotted out the sun as it dangled amongst moss-draped trees edging the shallows. Many trunks had snapped under its pull, or perhaps from the metal cabin ramming into them during the crash. Despite the water everywhere, copses of trees were burning at various points around the lake. A smoky pall smeared the horizon, a reminder that the enemy craft had torched large swaths of earth before finally striking the dirigible.

A cough and a nearby splash drew Maldynados attention. Books, Basilard, and Akstyr, weighed down by their weapons and rucksacks, were wading toward a muddy beach hemmed in by trees with large, gnarled roots. Maldynado felt a twinge of irritation that nobody had come to check on him and Yara, but he supposed one could say Sicarius had been doing that, albeit without any expressions of concern or inquiries to their health.

The emperor, his neck bandaged and blood staining his pale brown hair, had already reached the beach. He stood next to a couple of rucksacks as he gazed toward the lake. He might have been trying to spot Amaranthe, or he might have been watching for their attackers to return. Nobody was talking, and any birds or critters that might call the wetlands home were staying quiet in the aftermath of the crash. Only the splashes of the wading men disturbed the silence. The smell of skunk cabbage and decaying vegetation mingled with the smoke, adding to the places utter lack of charm.

Sicarius strode through the thigh-deep water with more alacrity than Books and Akstyr and climbed onto the beach ahead of them. He set a footlocker down next to the emperor. Maldynado was about to hop into the water when Sicariuss voice froze him.