“Agent Jenkins, we’re currently an hour outside our destination. Obscuring protocol must be enacted before the wheels touch down.” The voice—male and authoritative, with just a hint of fear underlying the strong tones—crackled over the intercom. This plane belonged to the pilot, it was his domain, but that didn’t change the fact that he was hauling a menagerie of beings who could kill him with the barest effort, and the most dangerous of us all was the one he was ordering around.
“Calm your ass down,” Krystal said, leaning across me and punching a white button just below the speaker. “It takes less than five minutes to put the damn bags on their heads. I’m not making my friends ride like that until I have to.”
“Just be sure they’re covered in time.”
Krystal rolled her brown eyes so hard, I was amazed they didn’t detach and continue going across the floor. She pulled herself back into a seated position. I was momentarily surprised; she usually never missed an opportunity to be publicly draped across my lap in an effort to make me embarrassed or panicked. Even for Krystal, though, there were situations serious enough to dampen her ever-present levity.
The plane we were on was large and beige on the inside, with enough seats to accommodate roughly twenty people, by my estimate. I had no idea what the outside looked like, since I’d had my head in an enchanted bag when we boarded and there were no windows anywhere in the cabin. Krystal had always made light of the amount of secrecy enacted by her employer, but this was my first time actually seeing the extent of it.
Krystal and I were seated across the aisle from Neil and Albert. Two seats up were Bubba and Amy, who appeared to be playing a game of Go Fish. Neil and Albert weren’t doing much, just talking quietly about a new movie in a franchise they were looking forward to. It might have seemed like a semi-normal experience, if not for the gold-and-black sword clutched tightly in Albert’s hand. He’d been holding it ever since drawing the thing three hours prior. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if he was even able to let it go. Those weapons had more agency than I’d expected.
I had been both surprised and impressed by Krystal’s efficiency in handling the situation. After Albert drew The Blade of the Unlikely Champion, she’d vanished into the hall, pulling out her cell phone as she went, and returned five minutes later. In that time, she’d called the Agency to arrange transportation and had told Amy to bring Neil to my apartment. After that, we were all put in a van—a van I’m certain hadn’t been there the last time I went down to unload boxes from Krystal’s truck—and fitted with hoods that dulled even my enhanced senses. She’d refused to tell us where we were going or what was happening, revealing only that “protocol had to be followed.” It was out of character for her; Krystal usually treated us as equals despite her somewhat authoritative position. That had me far more on edge than the fact that Albert had been chosen by a weapon of destiny.
“I don’t suppose, now that we’ve reached the point of no return, you could give us a hint of what’s going on?” Neil had let his conversation with Albert lapse while I’d been lost in thought, and was now staring across the aisle at Krystal.
“What makes you think this is the point of no return?”
“We’re up in the air, and when we land, I’m certain you’ll have dozens of armed agents waiting to make sure we all toe the line like good children. Even if you tell us that we’re all off to be killed, there would be nothing we could do.”
“Oh? Hey, Amy, do you have any potions that would let you survive a fall from several miles up?” Krystal asked.
“I’ve got one for floating that I have all the ingredients for, plus I know a couple of minor levitation spells I could cast on the fly,” Amy replied. “Got any twos?”
“I swear you’ve got some way to cheat at this game,” Bubba grumbled as he took a card out of his hand and gave it to her.
“It’s really all in the math,” Amy said with a shrug.
“With a potion and a spell, that means Amy could save herself as well as her apprentice,” Krystal continued. “Meanwhile, a drop like that isn’t enough to kill a therian or a vampire. Not unless they land in a way that decapitates them.”
“Or it’s sunny out,” I reminded her.
“Right, yes, or there’s sunshine. Now, we all know I’m not dying on impact, and any damage Albert might suffer can be patched with a quick spell from you, his aspiring necromancer friend.”
“I take your point—we could still destroy the plane or leap out of it, so we’re not truly at a point of no return,” Neil said.
“My point was that there really is no point-of-no-return. You guys could still leap out of here and escape. Or you could ask that we turn the plane around. Hell, you could have just refused to come along with me. It’s not like I pulled a gun on you.”
“But you told us to come with you,” Neil said.
“Yeah, because that’s what I was told was the right move for everyone.” Krystal looked around, realizing that the rest of us were staring at her as well. “Wait, did you all think I was holding out on you?”
“You have been pretty tight-lipped since Albert pulled out that sword,” Bubba said.
“For the love of . . . guys, I haven’t told you what’s going on because I don’t have a damned clue either. I called up the chain to report the sword being drawn and was informed that they would send transport immediately. What Albert did is . . . unprecedented, and I think they want to make sure that there isn’t some hidden danger to him or us.”
“Has that sword never been drawn?” Amy asked.
Krystal shook her head. “No, it’s had a very lively past. The issue here is that a weapon of destiny has never chosen a zombie before. Not once, in all the history we’re aware of.”
“Never?” Albert spoke softly, addressing someone besides Neil for the first time since Krystal had explained to him how big a deal unsheathing that blade was.
“Never,” Krystal said. “Them choosing undead is pretty rare to begin with, but occasionally, a vampire or Ghoul Lord will manage to wield one. Zombies are a different matter.”
“I wonder why?” Albert stared down at the sheath in his hand, clearly overwhelmed by the events of the last few hours and the consequences he was now facing. My heart went out to him; I knew that feeling all too well.
“Not many zombies are like you, Albert.” Amy leaned her seat back, nearly smacking my knees, so she could peek through the cushions and address the rest of us. “Most are resurrected to do chores and menial labor, so very little consciousness is warranted. To produce a zombie like yourself requires a powerful mage, a determined soul, and a strong bond between the spell caster and the zombie.”
Neil and Albert exchanged a slightly embarrassed glance, both being a bit too young to be comfortable on being called out on the depth of their friendship. Growing up together as outcasts, there was no doubt they loved one another like brothers, but that was not an easy thing to talk about, especially in front of a group of strangers.
Krystal let them off the hook by steering the subject back on course. “Anyway, it might not be a bad thing. Hell, it might not even be a thing. But the Agency tries to be careful when anything new pops up. Magic is unpredictable, and mixing two that haven’t been combined before is just as dangerous as slapping a few unknown chemicals together. Could be that nothing will happen, could be you just made mustard gas in the sink. For my money, that’s why they’re transporting us somewhere: to check you out in a place that minimizes the odds of you hurting anyone, yourself included.”
“I trust you, Krystal,” Albert said. “If you think this is where I should be, then I’ll come along.”
“If they were going to do anything I wouldn’t approve of, I doubt they would have let me bring everyone else with us,” Krystal said. I blinked in surprise. It hadn’t even occurred to me that she’d dragged us along purely as some sort of litmus test. Sometimes I let myself forget that, despite her generally flippant attitude, Krystal was immensely skilled and experienced. And, obviously, dangerous.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you,” Neil reassured him.
“We’re all here for you,” I added, feeling some sense of responsibility. I tried to keep my promise a bit vaguer than Neil’s though. The simple truth of it was that, if the Agency decided to do something to Albert, I highly doubted we would be able to stop them in any way. All we could do was trust Krystal, hope for the best, and try to keep Albert calm.
“Let’s hear them out before we start planning a counterattack,” Krystal said. She leaned back over me and punched the white button, activating the intercom to the pilot. “Hey! Who am I meeting on the ground, anyway? By now, they should have told you the receiving agent.”
“Ma’am, that information really shouldn’t be shared with others able to overhear—”
“Just give me the damn name, Skippy. I’m the agent, and I’ll decide what is and isn’t classified.” She lifted her finger for just a moment and glanced up at me. “These fucking guys. They all want to act like we’re in a damned spy movie all the time. Honestly, if they ever actually made it to field work, they’d spend seventy percent of their time weeping from boredom.”
I pointedly avoided asking what they would spend the other thirty percent doing. Seeing only a small bit of Krystal’s work-life had told me the answer far too clearly.
“I’m told that the agent goes by the name Arch.” The pilot was clearly miffed about being ordered around, but luckily, he was smart enough not to try and push back against Krystal. I was sure the door armoring him off from the rest of the plane was well-built and nigh impregnable. I was equally sure that Krystal would find a way to tear it to shreds, and then give the pilot a similar treatment.
“Arch? You’re sure about that?”
“Yes, ma’am. Very sure.”
Krystal let go of the intercom and slid back into her seat before addressing the rest of us. “That’s perfect. Arch is an old friend and one hell of an agent. If he’s meeting us, we’re in good hands.”
As the rest of cabin fell back into card games and conversation, Krystal’s hand wormed its way down from armrest and found my own. Our fingers interlocked, and she gave my hand a firm squeeze. Despite her efforts to keep everyone calm, I suspected that whoever Arch was, it might not be such a great sign that he was waiting for us.
I squeezed her hand back, then chanced a quick glance to Albert. For his sake, I hoped I was reading Krystal’s body language incorrectly.