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"Aw, jeez," he heard the ronin ronin say. "Why'd he have to do that?" say. "Why'd he have to do that?"

The old man said, "I think he was using you to do something he couldn't do himself."

"Swell."

The voices faded away, the ceiling faded to black, quickly followed by everything else.

s.h.i.+ro had been drifting in a twilight of consciousness, vaguely aware that he should be up and doing something... but not knowing what... and even if he knew, he lacked the will to rouse himself from the twilight.



And then he started at the sound of a shot and came fully awake.

Raising his head sparked an explosion of pain, and with it the memory of what had happened.

... cutting the throat of the man with the sword... the katana tumbling away into the smoke... the pistol pointed at his face... ducking... the crus.h.i.+ng impact against his head...

He struggled to his hands and knees, then, using the nearest wall for support, made it to his feet. His eyes stung from the smoke. He coughed, sending another jolt of pain through his head. He touched his scalp and felt the wet, congealing blood there. He did not know how badly he was wounded and did not have time to worry about himself.

Where were his brothers of the Order, where was the sound of battle?

He stumbled down the hallway in a fruitless search for the katana, going from room to room, finding dead brother monks in some, others slumped on the floor, and flames... flames coming from the scroll room.

"Sensei!"

He hurried toward the room and found much of it aflame. The scrolls-destroyed, gone forever. Holding an arm across his face, he braved the heat and stepped inside. Where-?

He found Akechi-sensei on the floor, and gagged when he saw the ghastly wounds where his limbs had been severed from his body, his belly opened. He fought the urge to drop to his knees and sob and die alongside his teacher. on the floor, and gagged when he saw the ghastly wounds where his limbs had been severed from his body, his belly opened. He fought the urge to drop to his knees and sob and die alongside his teacher.

But such a luxury was denied him. Vengeance called.

The Kickers... one of them had carried a chainsaw... they did this. They slaughtered his brothers and destroyed the Order.

No... not completely destroyed. s.h.i.+ro remained.

He turned to the shelves on the far side of the room. The flames had yet to reach the vials there.

The ekizu ekizu.

Fighting the heat, he grabbed a vial and ducked back into the hall.

The blue gla.s.s felt hot but not too hot to hold. He prayed the ekizu ekizu hadn't been ruined. Because tonight he intended to let the Kickers feel the full fury of the Black Wind. hadn't been ruined. Because tonight he intended to let the Kickers feel the full fury of the Black Wind.

9.

"You get the feeling we were set up?" Darryl said as he drove them across the Manhattan Bridge.

Hank looked at him and realized he did have that feeling, had sensed it soon after they'd walked into the place. He simply hadn't pinned it down.

He glanced back at Dawn, stretched out on the rear seat, still unconscious-was she ever going to wake up?-then out the rear window at the two cars carrying the few survivors of the three dozen or so Kickers who'd started out earlier.

What a catastrophe.

"Yeah, I kind of do. But who? And why?"

"The guy who called and told us where we could find the sword."

"Yeah, but who is is he?" he?"

"One of those Enemies you talk about?"

The Enemy... out to destroy the Plan. But they'd be after Dawn, and the last thing they'd want to tell him would be where to find her.

"No, not them." He shook his head. "I don't understand any of this. What did those sicko monks want with Dawn? And those hit men. Who were they sent to hit? Us or the monks?"

"I think they were looking for the sword."

"The hit men? Why the h.e.l.l-?"

Darryl shrugged. "Don't know. But didn't you tell me that sword's called a katana."

"Yeah."

"Well, while I was hiding, I heard one of the hit men say it twice. Didn't understand anything else in their jibber-jabber, but I know I heard that word."

"They must have been the ones behind those flyers."

"Maybe. Still, three bunches of folks all after the same thing winding up in the same place at the same time... if that don't smack of a set-up, I don't know what does."

Darryl might not be the brightest bulb in the box, but Hank had to admit he had something there.

"Whatever, the important thing is the Kickers came away with Dawn and the sword."

"Hope so. Hope we didn't lose Menck and the others for just half the prize."

Hank's neck tightened. "What do you mean, 'half'?"

Darryl looked in the rearview. "Well, I ain't seen no sign of Jantz."

"We had too much of a lead, that's all."

"Hope so."

So did Hank.

10.

Hank eased Dawn onto the bed and pulled a sheet up to her neck.

He figured the bas.e.m.e.nt was still the best place for her, so he'd called ahead to have a bed moved in from upstairs.

He stared down at her and shook his head, thinking, You've been one h.e.l.l of a lot of trouble, girl. Thirty-some guys just died for you. Hope to h.e.l.l you're worth it.

"What do we do now?" Darryl said.

Hank turned and saw him standing there with Ansari.

Good old Darryl. He'd hung in there. He'd always seemed like a loser, but the guy had guts.

"We heal our wounds and go on like before. One thing we won't have to worry about is those crazy j.a.p monks."

"But what about the hit men?" Darryl said.

Good question. Hank didn't have an answer, but figured he should look like he did.

"They come here, they'll be on our turf, and we'll know how to deal with them." He frowned. "Where's Jantz? He should be here by now." He pointed to Ansari. "Go upstairs and check. If he's here, have him bring me the sword."

As the door closed behind Ansari, Hank jumped at the sound of a strange voice.

"I don't think you'll be seeing the katana again."

Hank whirled and found himself face-to-face with a stranger.

"Who the f.u.c.k are you?"

The guy looked young, slim, maybe five ten, with Latino-ish skin. He was working on a mustache. Reminded Hank of Prince, but not so foppish or f.a.ggy. He wore a long-sleeve black s.h.i.+rt and black pants. Seemed like a guy going for either the Latin lover or the Zorro look.

And then suddenly his face changed. It didn't rearrange itself, just... changed. Almost like a s.h.i.+ft in the lighting. But his eyes... whatever they'd been hiding behind was gone and now they were bared for all to see.

Hank had seen eyes like those in his dreams, black holes spiraling down into a place where light was a legend, a myth.

"For now, you may call me Rafe."

"Well, listen, Rafe. You've got no business here."

"Yes, I do. I'm taking the girl."

"The f.u.c.k you are!" Darryl said.

Hank watched him start to pull the.38 he'd lent him from his pocket, but it never made it out.

"What the-?" he said.

He seemed to be frozen. Hank reached to grab the gun but couldn't move anything but his head.

What's going on?

"You..." Darryl said, looking at Rafe. "You were out back of that building tonight. You're the one I saw."

The man nodded. "I must thank you and your followers for a most gratifying and satisfying evening. The slaughter was quite tasty."

What was he talking about?

Hank found his voice. "What do you know about the sword? Do you have it?"

He shook his head. "I don't know who ended up with it. Most likely the corporate hireling from j.a.pan. But no matter, now that I know it exists, I can find it whenever I need it. I would have stayed around until the finish but I was forced to follow you to keep an eye on Dawn."

"Are you one of the Enemy?"

He laughed-a chilling sound. "You mean as in Enemy Enemy with a capital 'E'? How typical of Jonah." with a capital 'E'? How typical of Jonah."

Jonah?

"You've heard of my father?"

"Heard of Jonah Stevens? I knew him. I knew him well. Too well." of Jonah Stevens? I knew him. I knew him well. Too well."

"You're not old enough."

"Is that so?"

"Are you or are you not one of the Enemy?"

He smiled a smile women probably would find s.e.xy. "There's no easy answer to that. No, I'm not the Enemy he was referring to-for that enemy is my enemy as well-but I certainly was not his ally."

"I don't understand."

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