chapter 24
After lunch and class, Alex and Vienna walked to the woods, Alex carrying a duffel bag. Once out of sight of the school Alex pulled two motorcycle helmets from the bag and led her to the Ninja. Vienna eyed the machine warily. It had room enough for an extra person, at least a smallish extra person.
“Just keep your feet back and don’t touch the exhaust,” Alex said, handing the extra helmet to her. He had kept the extra helmet (another loan, gift, whatever, from the Polidorium) in his new footlocker and frankly expected it to remain unused. As Vienna put it on, the black plastic covered everything but the green scarf. He had the impression of headless Vienna again, a ghoulish thought that was so bizarre it almost made him laugh out loud.
He kept the Ninja to a leisurely speed on the road to Secheron Village, watching the trees and light traffic whiz past. Vienna kept her arms wrapped around his waist.
“Where are we going?” Vienna shouted in Alex’s ear. He could barely hear her over the sound of the engine.
“To see a friend,” Alex shouted back.
“Why do you keep your motorcycle hidden in the woods?” Vienna asked, and even over the roar of the engine he could hear the charming j in jor motorcycle.
“I haven’t figured out yet how to explain it,” Alex answered. “It’s kind of for work.”
“Does everyone ride a motorcycle at your work?” She laughed, giddy.
“Even the bad guys. Elle has a Ducati; it’s pretty sweet. Well, she did. It blew up. Don’t think about that.”
They came up behind an old, tiny Peugeot and buzzed around it, picking up speed, and after that there was not a soul until they hit the village. No killer Mercedes or worm bombs or anything.
They swept into Village Square at around four thirty and cruised uptown, along the street where he had chased Elle, to the marina. Sangster was waiting at the café on the marina, sitting at a gleaming steel table with someone Alex did not recognize right away.
As Alex parked he studied the man with Sangster—about fifty, silver hair and a mustache, blue suit and a trench coat, gray eyes. Then it hit him.
Sangster laid down his menu, gesturing at two empty chairs. “Alex, Vienna,” he said, as he and the other man both rose. “Please sit.”
“Mr. Sangster.” Vienna shook his hand.
Sangster introduced them. “This is Vienna Cazorla and Alex Van Helsing. You’ve heard of both of them.”
“Of course,” the man said, taking a pair of small wire glasses out of his pocket and putting them on before shaking their hands.
“And this is Professor Nathan Montrose of Oxford University.” Sangster sat back down.
Alex shook the professor’s hand and kept his eyes on him as he backed into his chair. They sat in silence for a moment. Alex finally said, “Uh, well, I’m glad you’re alive.”
Montrose’s mouth moved into a smile and then he laughed heartily, clapping his hands as he repeated it to Sangster. “He’s glad I’m alive. Very good. Very good. Me too.”
Vienna cleared her throat, which Alex took to mean, Clue me in, anyone?
“This is the guy from the woods,” Alex said.
“Oh, my,” Vienna gasped. She clapped her fingers together and brought them to her lips. “Professor, I didn’t know what was going to happen. I’m so sorry.”
Sangster patted her forearm. “It’s all right. The professor reported in this morning and told us what had happened. That’s when we put it together.”
“Put what together?” Alex asked. He still couldn’t figure out why Sangster would want them to meet what he had thought had been a random victim. But now it appeared that the Polidorium knew him.
The professor said, “Vienna, is it?” She nodded and he continued, “You were just a pawn for the Scholomance.”
Sangster said, “Professor Montrose is an expert on the Scholomance and has been conducting research for us in England. He’s been the target of several assassination attempts because he’s building a—let’s just say a new tool that will prove very useful.” Alex guessed Sangster was referring to Chatterbox.
“All in half a lifetime’s work.” The professor smiled.
“Ultravox was here to assassinate you so that the expert behind the database would be out of commission,” Alex said. “Assassinate you using teenagers.”
“Right,” said Sangster.
Alex thought about the events in the woods. “But why?” he asked. “I mean, why couldn’t Elle have just done it?”
“Right now we’re going on the because-it’s-dramatic theory,” Sangster said. “I know it’s unsatisfactory.”
“Let me see if I understand this theory,” Alex said. “The Scholomance knows that Professor Montrose is coming to Geneva. They want to assassinate him. So they bring in Ultravox to perform the assassination, and Ultravox devises a plan to recruit teenagers at the local girls’ school. He creates a vocal virus, a hypnotic spell, for them all to hear, and ensures that the book with the virus in it is put into the hands of someone who will be speaking to them all.”
Montrose flopped over a pair of gloves on the table. “And then once the virus is in their heads, Ultravox gives them the instructions. His voice is essentially unignorable. No one can overcome it, Alex. His voice threads the brain with his will, until you can’t hear anything else.”
“But there are boys at LaLaurie now. Boys are bigger. If Ultravox wanted to use students, boys might have given them a physical edge,” Alex said.
“You’re forgetting that you guys weren’t supposed to be at LaLaurie,” Sangster said. “The plan to pass the book to someone presenting to students was keyed on LaLaurie. It was aimed at girls.”
“What happened to the book you were given?” Professor Montrose interjected, leaning forward.
“Uh . . .” Alex realized that maybe destroying it hadn’t been the best course. It could have proved useful.
“We burned it,” Vienna said. Her brow was knitted with fury at having been manipulated by these people, and her tone said she didn’t regret destroying the book at all.
Montrose sighed, disappointed. “Ah, well. Undoubtedly we’ll find another copy.”
“What’s next for Ultravox?” Alex said.
Sangster shook his head. “All the chatter on him is quiet now. That either means he’s looking for a new way to get at Nathan or the Scholomance has no more use for him now that he’s failed this attempt.”
Montrose nodded in agreement. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we pick up that Ultravox will be . . . punished for that failure.”
Alex felt oddly unconvinced, but he didn’t have a better theory to suggest. A thought distracted him. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Sangster said.
“Why did you want Vienna to come to this meeting?”
Vienna looked at him angrily. “They wanted me to come? They summoned me and you were the delivery boy?”
“Well, they asked me to come, too,” Alex said. He saw her disappointment and felt his face grow hot. “I thought—I thought you liked the ride,” he said stupidly.
Professor Montrose leaned forward. “That scarf around your neck is the curse, is it not?”
She looked down, shifting her shoulders so that it danced slightly as if alive—which, Alex now knew, it was. “Yes.”
“We will find a cure for you,” the professor said. “If you’ll let us try.”
Sangster interjected, “And if you’ll let us keep the scarf after we manage to remove the curse.”
Vienna’s eyes were wide in something like disbelief. Alex jumped in. “Come on, you can’t make a bargain like that. Removing that thing is dangerous. The deal has to be that you make sure it doesn’t hurt her in the process.”
Sangster threw Montrose a look that said, See? He’s smart. “What kind of people do you think we are?”
“I’m just sayin’,” Alex said.
Vienna ran her fingers along the scarf. “Don’t listen to him; if you can cure me, you can keep it.”
“It will take some time,” Montrose said, “but now that I’m here and the lab is being set up, we have time.”
Alex realized that Vienna’s curse removal project likely meant he would be giving her frequent rides to the HQ.
I can handle that. But as Alex and Vienna rode back to town, there was a far-off buzzing in his head—not static, not magic, but something more personal and instinctive, as though he were missing something important.
Or maybe he was just afraid of having to wear a tuxedo.