To let the adults play.
Bands set up in a couple pubs, drinks were served on the street, and the entire village square was like one dark, gothic circus with vendors, games, artists, and performers. Decorations hung from everything nailed down, people wore costumes, and masks were heavily encouraged, rumors even of naughtier get-togethers happening privately or by invitation only. The event had even started to attract some people from neighboring towns, too.
It was all very…cute.
Not bad if you wanted to hang out with some friends for a beer, but this wasn’t the real Devil’s Night. These people wore their black as a costume.
For us, the costume was coming off.
We stopped at the light, the village center ahead, and cast each other a look for any last-minute questions.
Arrive. Distract. Invade.
That was the plan.
I tipped my mask up, looking over my shoulder at Winter.
“You ready?”
“Like a bowling ball,” she repeated Rika’s instructions for her part tonight.
I felt her move the backpack between us, so she could reach inside easier.
I pulled the mask back down, reached behind and squeezed her thigh, and then revved my engine, joining the others.
The crowd sat ahead, cluttering the tables of cafés and bars on the sidewalks, or loitering in groups around the vendors at the edges of the street, but the road wasn’t too packed anymore, the parade having ended hours ago.
“Me Against the Devil” blasted from the sound system in the square as high school and college kids danced and jumped up and down, and we waited only another moment before we shot off, Winter holding me with one arm and getting ready with her other.
We raced into the noise, the high-pitched whir of our engines overtaking every other sound in the square, and people popped their heads up and turned their eyes on what was coming as we raced around the square. Michael and I, carrying Winter and Rika, zoomed around the bend, doing one entire turn around the perimeter of the square, hearing shouts and cheers as we sped and screeched our tires. Kai and Will followed a little slower, checking out The White Crow Tavern as they passed.
The wind rushed us, I clocked the cop cars parked around the square, and Rika pulled out her paint gun, holding it pointed to the sky as Michael took us around the square for another run. The music charged me up, and I gripped the handle bars, speeding ahead.
Ready and… I tapped Winter’s right leg twice.
She pulled the ring from a smoke grenade and rolled it out of her right hand just like a bowling ball. It tumbled across the street, green smoke pouring out of it as it hit the curb.
People shouted excitedly as towers of smoke billowed into the air, creating a fog. If there were any kids around, at least, it was non-toxic.
“I did it?” she asked in my ear.
“Perfect.”
I wished she could see it. I raced over to the left and screeched to a stop, tapping her left leg as I felt her dig another out already.
She pulled the ring, and rolled one out of her left hand, it falling under a car, purple smoke drifting up out from underneath.
We took off again, and I could hear her laughing as I swerved side to side, firing up the crowd. I noticed the cops watching patiently, wondering how far they were going to let us take this.
I heard a guy from the sidewalk yell. “Paintballs?!”
I looked over to see him with a big red splotch on the chest of his gray sweater.
He pointed, laughing. “I’m gonna get you, Rika! I know that was you!”
I laughed.
We raced, setting off more grenades as Lev and David worked the drones flying overhead, which they’d disguised as reapers with skulls and black robes attached to them as they flew around the square, buzzing people.
We had everyone’s attention, the clouds of smoke dusting the air and blurring views.
I tapped her left thigh.
She threw another grenade, pink smoke pouring out of the can.
I sped on, tapping her right leg, and another can rolled, billowing red smoke.
All four corners of the square were covered in clouds of color, Rika punching a couple of paintballs on the brick over her family’s store windows.
Banks and Alex, both in their own masks, held their grenades in the air, steaming the smoke behind them.
“Alright, just start throwing a few,” I called back to Winter. “Make a mess!”
I drove, she threw can after can, draining her supply, and I watched as smoke filled the area, creating a heavy cover to where I had to slow down to see.
She finally took her arm off me, loading one can in each hand and pulling the rings, holding them up in the air.
“Whew!” she screamed, laughing.
We all did a final turn and then raced up to The White Crow Tavern, ending our escapade.
People filtered into the streets, screaming when the drones flew across, and disappeared into the smoke.
I climbed off the bike, lifting my mask.
“Having fun?” I asked her, helping her off.
She tossed the can and moved the pack to her back again. “I don’t know.” She laughed. “How much does this fun cost?”
“Sticking with me for the rest of your life,” I replied, putting my arm around her waist. “That’ll suck.”
I walked her into the tavern, everyone else following. Once inside, I looked over my shoulder at Kai.
“There were no guards at the door when we drove past,” he told me. “He might not be here yet.”
He was here. This was an annual get-together and the only time he invited his reputable business associates from out of town to his home. Or as close to his home as he wanted them. My father was methodical about his routine, and his pride wouldn’t have allowed him to miss this or cancel it.
“Let’s go,” I said.
We filtered into the tavern, which wasn’t really a tavern anymore. It was a revolutionary-era meeting house with fireplaces, original wood floors in some rooms, and three levels of dining, drinking, and private poker rooms.
The clientele was fancier than outside, which still sat in a mountain of smoke.
Men wore suits and tuxes, while the women wore cocktail dresses and eye masks.
“Spread out,” I told them, every single one of us keeping our masks on, as well, blending into the crowd.
We veered, some to the left and some to the right, drifting around the outside of the party. The space was so small, people were packed in here, but we slid in between tables, trying to make out all the guests in the dim candlelight.
I knew he was here. He had to be in the back or on another floor.
But then I spotted him. Dead center of the floor, a spiral staircase winding behind him as he stood with another man and sipped his drink.
He wore his usual black suit but with a white shirt this time and no tie.
Will came over, and I clutched Winter’s hand.
“There’s too many fucking people,” he said.
I nodded. “I thought he’d be in a private dining room.”
We couldn’t do this in public.
“How do we get him alone?” he asked.
I didn’t know. I needed to think. I scanned the room, spotting his guards—three standing around the perimeter, and there were probably a couple more outside somewhere.
I knew we’d have to take down the guards, but I assumed it would be on the second or third floor. Less people. Less witnesses. If we started shit here, the cops would be inside in seconds.
“You get everyone else to leave,” Winter finally answered for me.
I looked down at her.
“How do we do that?” Will asked.
She pulled off her backpack and dug out a couple remaining smoke grenades.
“For once, everyone will be on an even keel with me,” she joked.
Meaning they’d be stumbling around blind in here. I smiled, taking them and giving them to Will.
“Man-to-man,” I told him.
He walked off, passing on the basketball defense strategy to the others to cover a guard when the shit hit.
I took off my mask, smoothing my hair and straightening my suit.