“I need a few things myself. Give me a lift?” Chuck asked.
“I’m walking you out.” Will pushed to his feet. He had some things to say to his wife.
“I need to talk to Duncan and Tonia for a minute.” Fallon gestured toward the back, then walked all the way through and out onto the patio.
“You could have mentioned we’d be on a mission tonight,” Duncan began.
“I wanted it contained.”
“You think we’d go blabbing about something like this?” Tonia snapped.
“No, but the sooner we can go after the words are said, the fewer who know they’ve been said, the better. I have what we’ll need in my pack, but I wasn’t expecting to take a couple of civilians or bring anything back but some supplies and weapons. The computer equipment—I see how valuable it’ll be, but it’s a challenge. It’s going to take more time, more power.”
“A couple more witches? Your mother?”
“No.” Fallon shook her head. “It has to be the three of us. That’s something I know. The logistics are more complicated now, but it’s doable. The spell itself? I need to pass it from me into you for it to work. All three of us have to know, and you have to understand that knowledge will be in you not only tonight but always.”
“How’s that done?” Duncan asked her. “ ‘From,’ ‘into,’ that doesn’t sound like talking it through.”
“Through the blood. Here and now.” She drew out her knife. “Blood to blood, power to power, light to light. You have to be sure, because—”
“Blah blah blah, blood magicks, serious shit, blah blah. Let’s do it.” Duncan held out a hand. “And get this party started.”
Tonia mirrored his gesture. “What he said.”
“It is serious shit,” Fallon replied. “Both hands, for all.” She scored her own palms first, then his, then Tonia’s. “Hands clasped.” She gripped Duncan’s, Tonia’s, breathed in.
“A circle of three, a circle of trust, grant knowledge from me to do what we must. We are your children,” she said as their blood mixed and heated and glowed. “We are what was written. One, two, three, three, two, one, with knowledge shared the dark is undone. Through the blood this gift from me, and as I will, so mote it be.”
It came with a jolt, through the gut, the heart, the mind. For a moment, Duncan swore his blood burned with light. Then it banked, quiet and calm. And he knew.
“It’s so damn simple. Once you know, it’s so damn simple.”
“Logical,” Tonia agreed. “On the other hand? I feel like I just stuck my finger in a live electric socket. Is my hair doing the Einstein?”
“It does half the time anyway,” Duncan said.
“It looks fine. We should go back in. The sooner we start, the better.”
“Hold on.” Duncan still had Fallon’s hand, and yeah, his tingled. His whole body tingled. “Are you going to tell us where we’re going? Tell them?”
“Only the first place. It’s too far away to matter. Nevada.”
It took time. She had to show Will precisely where on the map she intended to go, work out where they’d transport the computer equipment, the weapons, and other supplies.
And she had to hope her mother’s tonic would prevent the civilians from having too extreme a reaction.
“You’re sure it’s empty?” Simon pressed. “No holdovers inside? No military? No booby traps?”
“I’ve been there, through the crystal and otherwise. It’s been empty for years. Some remains,” she added, glancing at the civilians. “I should’ve told you.”
“We’ve seen remains before. Don’t worry.” Arlys gave Will a quick, hard kiss. “I’ll be back with the biggest scoop ever.”
“Take hands,” Fallon ordered. “Breathe. It’ll be fast,” she said and, with a glance at Duncan and Tonia, flashed.
“They’re going to be fine.” Hannah slipped an arm around her mother, then one around Lana. “Just fine.”
“Beam me the fuck down, Scotty.” Swaying some, Chuck tried to catch the breath the flash had stolen. He could’ve sworn his eyes jiggled in their sockets. “Okay, hot stuff?”
“Am I all here?” Arlys wondered as the floor rocked under her feet like a ship in high seas. “I feel all here.”
“Every smoking bit of you. Hell of a ride, kids. Hell of a ride. And oh, oh, come to Papa!”
He rushed toward the monitors and equipment.
“I thought here first,” Fallon said. “So he can tell us what we should take back.”
“Can I have all of it? Can I, can I?”
“Just the essentials this time.”
“Let me get this on record.” Arlys switched on her camera. “What else is here?”
“It’s a kind of plant,” Fallon explained. “For weapons storage, testing, maintenance. There are supplies—MREs, uniforms, medicine—though most of that is probably outdated. But medical supplies and equipment I think the clinic would be glad to have. The warheads have to come first. Can you work here?” she asked Chuck.
“I got this.”
“The warheads are several levels below. There’s an elevator. You can’t take another flash so soon, Arlys, so we’ll go down in that.”
“Is there power? You’re adding the light. I know magickal light.”
“No power. It died long ago. But I can make the elevator run.”
They went down several levels in what Arlys tried not to think of as a big steel box running on witchcraft.
She followed Fallon, who apparently knew just where she was going, through another warren, running the camera and a commentary as she went.
Then stopped in her tracks as she saw, through thick glass, the warheads. “Oh my God.”
“You can record them, but you have to stay here. And when we go in, you’ll turn off the camera.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll tell you when you can turn it back on.”
“Okay.”
“You need to turn it off now.”
With Duncan and Tonia, Fallon flashed. And with her heart in her throat, Arlys watched the three of them face down destruction.
She recorded nothing. But she didn’t forget.
She’d seen circles cast before, and had seen and felt the power that could rise from them, in them, around them. But this was more, more because even through that thick glass she felt the pulse of it, saw the air stir. Candles lit and words spoken she couldn’t hear.
The three of them levitated as if they were one entity, and there, Arlys thought, was a stunning beauty in it.
Liquid, the palest of pale blues, poured from a cup that somehow spilled into the moving air, then vanished. Dirt, light as tropical sand, flung from a hand that scattered and disappeared. Wind circling, the three who stirred it rising and rising. Light glowing, brighter, brighter.
Something burst, white and bright. It struck her eyes like a laser, and she waited for annihilation.
But it quieted to the palest of pale blues.
Her breath caught when each of them drew a knife, scored their palms, let their blood drip. Clasping hands, they lowered again, and lifting those joined hands high …
The warheads shimmered, sheened, became sheer, shining glass. Inside she saw whatever had been in them, the death they carried, was now dead itself.
She knew the Oppenheimer quote, and now thought of her lede. I am become the death of death, savior of worlds.
They brought their hands down with a power that made the floor beneath her shake.
The glass shattered into countless harmless pieces.
Fallon, flushed with power, eyes alive with it, turned, nodded at Arlys.
With a hand that trembled a bit, Aryls recorded.
The next day after a long night, Arlys sat with Lana on the front porch of her home. A home that years before Lana had shared with Max.
“It’s been a while since we’ve done this.” As the long day after the long night edged toward evening, she took her first sip of wine. “I know it must seem odd to you.”