“If Urin can tell us where Magnus is, that would solve a lot of problems,” I said, unsure of how we’d handle him, but knowing where would be a good first step.
Ruthie smiled, but it didn’t strike as a happy smile, “I’ll try. I can’t make any promises, but at this point I’ll try anything to get that man off my back.”
“If you do find him,” Amy said, “ask him if he’s got any of Magnus’ possessions. I can do a lot with the right connection.”
“I’ll rember that,” Ruthie said, flicking her hand in our direction. “I’ll contact you if I find him, but for now, you have to go. Don’t expect to find here again anyti soon.”
Below us, the lines in the floor flared again, not recreating the force field, but throwing us back into the in-between space where we rged with the flas all over again.
Monts later, the three of us stood back in the League’s public office, crimson carpet, concrete pillars, League morabilia, and coffee machines. I looked over at a line of old articles on the wall, wondering if Grandpa and the others ever encountered Ruthie. If they had, it was all in the archives sowhere.
Amy, Haley, and I looked at each other.
Haley didn’t wait for anyone else to speak, “She hates him. Ruthie hates Magnus. She controlled her voice and how she looked, but she couldn’t control her sll. She was angry every ti she talked about him. It’s not easy to tell exactly how angry because people don’t sll the sa, but if I had to guess, I think she’d murder him if she had the chance.”
“Oh,” I said, thinking back to the conversation. I hadn’t seen any sign of that. “On the bright side, I guess that ans that she’s extra motivated to help.”
Amy shook her head, “It’s not all good. Believe , I’ve got a lot of experience to draw on. When soone hates another person more than they like you, a lot of them don’t care how they win as long as they win.”
“Huh,” I said, “so as long as Magnus goes down, she doesn’t care what happens to us. Is that a reason not to use what she tells us?”
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Amy took a deep breath and shook her head, “No. The other Bloodmaidens are telling that they’d trust her to get us to him. They think that if there’s any reason letting us die would hurt Magnus more than helping us survive, we should expect betrayal.”
“That’s worse than I’d thought,” I looked over at Haley who nodded, “but we’re going to have to let her help us and maybe just not keep her in the loop about our exact plans.”
Haley pursed her lips, “I think that’s the only option we have.”
Another thought passed through my mind, “Half the ti I hear the na Urin, I’m tempted to make a joke about urine. With Urin, there’s more emphasis on the ‘ur’ part of it—like the city—but it’s still close enough.”
“Gross,” Haley looked up at .
Amy laughed, “A princess doesn’t make jokes like that—in public. Did you notice she didn’t pronounce it either way? It almost sounded like ‘ir’.”
I asked, “Do you suppose she might know Surian?”
She shrugged, “The Bloodmaidens don’t go back that far, but we knew her three thousand years ago. So, maybe.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Haley asked, “How did you know her? Was she trustworthy then?”
Amy frowned, “They haven’t told the whole story, but what she’s said is that they were chasing a creature that escaped to this world. She helped them fight it. What they rember is that she was a competent warrior. She did her job. I don’t have a lot of details. They won’t always tell everything. Sotis, they don’t think I’m ready for it. Sotis, I think they just want privacy. I hope it’s not important because if it is, they’re putting and themselves in completely pointless danger.”
“Talking to yourself?” I asked.
She laughed, “You could say that. I wish it were that easy.”
Haley looked over at Amy, “Are you still tired? We don’t have a car on this side and we’re going to have to walk for a mile in the tunnel to get back to HQ.”
Amy shook her head, “I’m fine. The magical construct is tired, but it’s a little better. I don’t want to fly back, but I can walk.”
Haley frowned, “Okay. I just hope you don’t need to do any more than that.”
“I’m not worried,” Amy said. “You don’t have to be worried.”
Haley watched her, but then said, “Okay.”
We walked down the stairs to the lower level and then down the concrete tunnel that replaced a sewer line that the original League had claid for their own purposes. I wasn’t sure how they’d arranged it so that the city never even tried to reuse it or authorize cutting through it, but the city hadn’t.
We walked together down the tunnel, slowing the Rocket suit down so that I wouldn’t leave Amy behind. Haley may have had the sa problem, but she had it even when she wasn’t wearing a costu.
Midway down the tunnel, Kayla called us, lighting up Haley and my HUDs along with Amy’s phone. We all answered.
Kayla said, “We just got a communication from the man you fought earlier today—the Cabal soldier. He said that if you don’t stop protecting his target, he’ll kill a new person everyday until you do. He also says that you won’t like the targets.”
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