Gale Force (Weather Warden #7)

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He said, without looking up, "Fuck you, Lewis. I'm not your bitch. I don't have to do what you say."

Lewis started to reply, but I grabbed him by the shoulder and squeezed hard enough to get my point across. I used fingernails. He flinched and looked at me, and I saw the light dawn in his eyes and clear away the fog of anger. He took a deep breath and walked away from the table, heading for the far corner of the room where Rahel sat in silent witness. Kevin's narrow gaze followed him, just aching for a confrontation.

I said, very softly, "Would you be willing to join the Sentinels? Go undercover?"

That brought Kevin's attention back to me with a snap, and for a second he looked his age - far too young to be so angry and defensive. "What?" he asked. On the far side of the room, Lewis turned and made a move, but then he checked himself with a real physical effort.

"You'd be credible," I continued. "You're strong, you've never really liked the Wardens, and you're on record as being one of my biggest nonsupporters. They're recruiting you already. Why not join up? You could be our inside man."

David touched the back of my hand, just a light stroke of fingers, and I heard him whisper, so softly it could have been my imagination, "Are you sure about this?" I wasn't, but it was the best chance we were probably going to have to send someone inside the Sentinels quickly.

Kevin abruptly sank back in his chair in a trademark teenage slump, round-shouldered and boneless. His eyes drifted half closed. "Yeah," he said. "Why not? They'll probably be better company than the old farts around here. The Sentinels may be assholes, but at least they have some backbone."

A few eyebrows went up around the table, but nobody said anything. They were leaving it up to me, and I knew - knew - that I was about to make a decision that could cost a young man his life.

I said, "Do it. And Kevin?" He cocked his head to one side. "If they ask you to kill me, demand at least five million. That's the current market price. Wouldn't want you getting shorted on the deal."

He smiled, and I have to admit, it wasn't a comforting smile at all. "Maybe I'll do it at a discount," he said, "because we're such good friends."

And then he flipped me off.

That ended the first official war meeting of the Wardens.

"I'm putting a stop to it," Lewis said an hour later. He'd been pacing for at least forty-five minutes, with occasional stops at the window to twitch back the blinds and stare out at the city street. He looked off balance, and it was odd seeing him so out of control. Lewis had always, by definition, been the guy who held it together in a crisis. "He's a kid, Jo. You can't send him in there by himself!"

"I wasn't planning to," I said. "Cherise is going with him."

He spun and looked at me as if I'd lost what was left of my mind. I didn't blame him; if I'd meant exactly what I said, he'd have every right to order me a padded jacket in designer fall colors.

I raised my voice. "Cherise?" And sure enough, my cute blond friend poked her head around the edge of Lewis's office door and gave me a tentative wave. "Come in. Explain it to Lewis."

She eased inside, gave Lewis a charming dimpled smile that didn't seem to make him feel any less unhappy about my idea, and shut the office door behind her. That didn't leave much room. Typical Lewis: Give him a job as the head of the entire Wardens organization around the world, and he'll do something goofy like take the smallest office available, even if he has to kick a junior analyst out to do it. There was a battered desk that still bore scars from the Great Djinn Rampage that Ashan had led through this place, and a couple of slightly-less-than-new chairs, and paperwork. And a sleek new computer that I doubted he turned on much.

With the four of us, it was crowded. I say four, even though David was, to all intents and purposes, a shadow; he hadn't said a word, and he'd taken up a post leaning in the corner, arms folded, watching us with an expression I could only think of as bemused.

Cherise spread her arms and dimpled even more. "You rang?" she asked.

"You have any objection to going with Kevin when he joins the Sentinels? It could be dangerous, you know."

"Ooooh, I live for danger! But do you think they'll believe I won't run back to squeal to you about what's going on?"

"I think just the opposite," I said. "I think they'll keep you as a hostage for Kevin's good behavior, and that also ensures you don't rat them out to me. It puts you squarely in the hot seat. It also makes you the one person they won't be thinking of as a threat. What do you think?"

Her blue eyes widened; she seemed lost in thought for a second, then nodded. "Could work," she said. "Could definitely work."

Lewis lost his cool. "What the hell are you talking about, could work? Look, Jo, I'm iffy about sending a kid in, and I'm damn sure not allowing her to go. She's not even a Warden - "

"Exactly," I said. "She's not even a Warden. If they're going to underestimate anyone, they'll underestimate Cherise. Not that she really is Cherise."

I gave Cherise the nod, and her form shifted, growing taller, darker, the sweetly rounded figure of the beach bunny taking on sharper edges and angles.

Rahel sighed, stretched, and looked down at her clothes as they shifted to her traditional neon-yellow pantsuit. She flicked an imaginary mite of dust from the cloth, and cocked a sassy eyebrow at Lewis.

He closed his mouth with a snap, then opened it again to say, "I didn't know you could do that."

Rahel smiled. "I'm sure, my love, there are many things I can do that you haven't even begun to imagine. " She winked, to top it off.

"Are you sure you're strong enough?" Lewis asked. He was trying very hard to ignore the somewhat intimidating charm she was sending his way.

"Strong enough to impersonate a human?" Rahel flicked her taloned, glossy fingers impatiently. "Please. You insult me if you think otherwise. You are nothing like difficult to imitate."

I thought Lewis found that as profoundly disturbing as I had. I'd known the Djinn could do it, of course; David had pulled it off with me when we'd met, and there was no doubt that he could, when he chose, take on other forms. But he'd told me that Rahel was the master of that sort of disguise, able to perfectly match whatever template she was given - something I hadn't known any more than Lewis had, evidently. I wondered whose form she'd taken on before, and for what purposes.

"You're sure you know what to do?" Lewis asked.

"I will watch out for the boy, and gather information for you. I will deliver it to David as often as I dare to, without exposing the boy to danger. Is that not what you want from me?" Rahel recited it like a laundry list, inspecting her nails for flaws. "Don't worry, Lewis. It will hardly be the first time we have hidden among you, discovering your secrets."

Well, if that didn't make us all paranoid . . . Lewis didn't look happy, but he'd lost some of the stiff, angry body language. "You're sure you can do this," he said. "I'm putting Kevin's life in your hands, Rahel. And in some ways, I'm putting you in more danger than him - these guys don't like Djinn. In fact, it's safe to say they'd just as soon destroy you as look at you. And I'm really not so sure they can't, if they try."

She let a slow, contemplative smile slip across her lips, and even I shivered. "How would they then be any different from most of my so-called friends and allies?" she asked softly. Her eyes had taken on an unnatural gold glow, and there was no mistaking her for anything but what she was: Djinn, through and through. "We have survived the Wardens. We will survive the Sentinels. You may count on it."

There was no arguing with the Djinn once they got that look, and Lewis knew it. He put up his hands in surrender, came around the desk, and stood just a couple of feet away from her. They were almost of a height; he had an inch on her, maybe. "Take care," Lewis said, and leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Come back safely."

I felt my eyebrows pull up, but I wasn't really surprised, not deep down. Lewis had a lot of secrets, but he'd always been intrigued by Rahel, and she was drawn to his power, if nothing else. Maybe it wasn't the world's great love affair; maybe it was just casual, but it eased some anxious part of me to see that Lewis wasn't still pining after me.

Okay, it vexed that part of me, too, but that's a personal problem.

Rahel effortlessly folded her shape back into Cherise's cute, compact little body, tossed her blond hair with a flair so familiar it would have fooled even me, and winked at him. We all stared after her as she left, Cherise's trademark little gray alien tattoo waving at the small of her back.

I didn't even notice what she was wearing as Cherise; that was how much she'd thrown me off stride, and after all, I'd known who she really was.

Lewis turned his attention to David, still standing silently in the corner. David cleared his throat and pushed his shoulders away from the wall. "She'll be all right," he said. "No, she's not full strength, but that could play well, considering what she's doing. There's no danger. Rahel can always leave if things get too hard."

He sounded too casual about it. I felt an uneasy lurch; there it was, again, that strange blind spot, as if the Djinn just couldn't see the threat when it was right in front of them. What was it about these Sentinels? How could they have that kind of power - or were they just taking advantage of a weakness I'd never really seen before? I'd always thought the Djinn were invulnerable, except when they took on each other, or a Demon.

I'd been feeling good about my plan, but the good feeling was going away fast. "But we're going to give her backup, right? Just in case?"

"Of course," David said. "What's next?"

As far as he was concerned, it was settled. I exchanged a look with my boss, and Lewis raised both hands and shrugged. "It's your show. Go run it."

"Then it's time for us to do some distracting, to keep them focused on their main targets. You get to live the dream, my love," I said. "You get to take me shopping."

David and I began to make sure we were seen, often, in public - usually hand in hand. It was nice in one way, and nerve-racking in another, as, waiting for trouble, we both kept half our attention on the world around us.

Ominously, it didn't come. I'd been hoping to lure the Sentinels into more threats or attacks, and I'd especially wanted to keep their focus extended out toward us, instead of turning toward the all-too-vulnerable undercover operatives we'd sent to them.

To bring things to a head, and present the Sentinels with even more of a target, Lewis called a mass meeting of the Wardens. Even on short notice he got about a third of the total membership - an impressive number. Not quite as robust as the UN General Assembly, but with nearly as many languages, nations, and attitudes represented. The lecture hall had seen better days, and still hadn't fully recovered from the devastation of the last Djinn assault, but it was still impressive, paneled in teak with mahogany trim, opulently chaired, with an illuminated sun symbol of the Wardens on the ceiling that served as a massive light fixture. I'd always liked the room.

Today, I kept looking for the exits.

Ostensibly, the program was a half-day presentation from various National Wardens on threat assessments in their fields of specialty - all of which were true and timely indeed, and much needed. We'd had far too many changeovers in staff, and too many crises for comfort. A little training and communication was positive, and desperately needed.

But really, the main point of the meeting was pure theater, and I was the starring act.

It came toward the end of the meeting, as Lewis was making his closing statement. He paused, glanced over his shoulder toward where I sat behind him, and said, "I have one last item of business, and I think you'll all be pleased to know that it's a positive one. Joanne Baldwin has an announcement."

My palms were damp, my knees were weak, and my heart raced as if it were trying to use up its entire quota of lifetime beats in the next ten minutes. I hoped I didn't look as nervous as I felt. Scratch that; I hoped I didn't look as panicked as I felt.

At least I'd dressed for it. If I couldn't be self-confident wearing a kicky Carmen Marc Valvo dress and a pair of honest-to-God Manolo Blahniks in matching tangerine, I needed to turn in my fashion police badge. My hair looked good - wavy and glossy and glamorous. My makeup was fine, even though I was fairly sure I could use another touch-up on the powder to get rid of the shiny spots.

All I had to do was sell as good as I looked.

I stepped up to the podium as Lewis gracefully relinquished it, and the spotlight found me, and all of a sudden it was time. No more thinking, no more nerves. You leap, and hope for the net.

"Hello," I said. "I'd like to thank Lewis for allowing me to make this announcement today, because I think it's an important one. The Wardens have been through so much over the past few years; we've lost great colleagues to unavoidable accidents, and worse, to each other. We were drawn into a conflict with the Djinn that nobody wanted, and we suffered for it. So many lives were lost, and none of us can ever forget that."

There was utter silence in the lecture hall - not even a nervous cough. I knew that many people in the audience - probably most - had lost friends, lovers, family. They'd survived, but many still held on to the pain, and the bitterness. Those were the prime recruiting ground for the Sentinels.

The ones who hurt the most.

"That's why this is important," I continued. "You all know me. You all know that I owe my life to a particular Djinn who's been my friend and my protector through all of this. What you may not know is that it's more than gratitude; I love David, and he loves me. And we know it's not easy, and it may not be popular, but I'm here to announce that we're going to do something no Warden and no Djinn have ever done in history." I felt short of breath now, elated, scared, exhilarated. "We're going to pledge ourselves to each other in marriage, and I hope that you'll all join us in the next couple of months for a great celebration of our wedding. We believe that in making this vow, we'll bring the Wardens and the Djinn together again, in friendship, respect, and cooperation." I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very exposed. "Thank you all."