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  “Sounds like we have a winner,” J. C. said. “All right, skinny. Here’s what you need to do. Kick the guy behind you as he’s taking a step. He’ll fall into the fellow next to him, and you can tackle Salic. Spin him around to cover gunfire from behind, take his weapon from inside his coat, and start firing through his body at the men down there. ”

  Ivy looked sick. “That’s awful!”

  “You don’t think he’s going to let us go, do you?” J. C. asked.

  “The Abu Sayyaf,” Tobias said helpfully, “has been the source of numerous killings, bombings, and kidnappings in the Philippines. They also are very brutal with the locals, acting as more of an organized crime family than true revolutionaries. ”

  “So . . . that would be a no, eh?” J. C. said.

  We reached the ground floor, and Salic led us into a side room. Two more men were here, outfitted as soldiers, with grenades on their belts and assault rifles in their hands.

  Between them, on the table, was a medium format camera. It looked . . . ordinary.

  “I need Razon here,” I said, sitting down. “To ask him questions. ”

  Salic sniffed. “He will not speak to you, Mister Leeds. You can trust us on this count. ”

  “So he’s not working with them?” J. C. asked. “I’m confused. ”

  “Bring him anyway,” I said, and carefully began prodding at the camera.

  Thing is, I had no idea what I was doing. Why, WHY didn’t I bring Ivans with me? I should have known I’d need a mechanic on this trip.

  But if I brought too many aspects—kept too many of them around me at once—bad things happened. That was immaterial, now. Ivans was a continent away.

  “Anyone?” I asked under my breath.

  “Don’t look at me,” Ivy said. “I can’t get the remote control to work half the time. ”

  “Cut the red wire,” J. C. said. “It’s always the red wire. ”

  I gave him a flat stare, then unscrewed one part of the camera in an attempt to look like I knew what I was doing. My hands were shaking.

  Salic, fortunately, sent someone to do as I requested. After that, he watched me carefully. He’d probably read about the Longway Incident, where I’d disassembled, fixed, and reassembled a complex computer system in time to stop a detonation. But that had all been Ivans, with some aid by Chin, our resident computer expert.

  Without them, I was useless at this sort of thing. I tried my best to look otherwise until the soldier brought back Razon. I recognized him from the pictures Monica had shown me. Barely. His lip was cracked and bleeding, his left eye puffy, and he walked with a stumbling limp. As he sat down on a stool near me, I saw that he was missing one hand. The stump was wrapped with a bloody rag.

  He coughed. “Ah. Mister Leeds, I believe,” he said with a faint Filipino accent. “I’m terribly sorry to find you here. ”

  “Careful,” Ivy said, inspecting Razon. She was standing right beside him. “They’re watching. Don’t act too friendly. ”

  “Oh, I do not like this at all,” Kalyani said. She’d moved over to some crates at the back of the room, crouching down for cover. “Is it often going to be like this around you, Mister Steve? Because I am not very well cut out for this. ”

  “You’re sorry to find me here?” I said to Razon, making my voice harsh. “Sorry, but not surprised. You’re the one who helped Monica and her cronies get blackmail material on me. ”

  His unswollen eye widened a fraction. He knew it hadn’t been blackmail material. Or so I hoped. Would he see? Would he realize I was here to help him?

  “I did that . . . under duress,” he said.

  “You’re still a bastard, so far as I’m concerned,” I spat.

  “Language!” Ivy said, hands on hips.

  “Bah,” I said to Razon. “It doesn’t matter. You’re going to show me how to make this machine work. ”

  “I will not!” he said.

  I turned a screw, my mind racing. How could I get close enough to speak to him quietly, but not draw suspicion? “You will, or—”

  “Careful, you fool!” Razon said, leaping from his chair.

  One of the soldiers leveled a gun at us.

  “Safety’s on,” J. C. said. “Nothing to be worried about. Yet. ”

  “This is a very delicate piece of equipment,” Razon said, taking the screwdriver from me. “You mustn’t break it. ” He started screwing with his good arm. Then, speaking very softly, he continued. “You are here with Monica?”

  “Yes. ”

  “She is not to be trusted,” he said. Then paused. “But she never beat me or cut my hand off. So perhaps I am not one to speak on whom to trust. ”

  “How did they take you?” I whispered.

  “I bragged to my mother,” he said. “And she bragged to her family. It got to these monsters. They have contacts in Israel. ” He wavered, and I reached to steady him. His face was pale. This man was not in good shape.

  “They sent to me,” he said, forcing himself to keep screwing. “They claimed to be Christian fundamentalists from my country, eager to fund my operation to find proof. I did not find out the truth until two days ago. It—”

  He cut off, dropping the screwdriver as Salic stepped closer to us. The terrorist waved, and one of his soldiers grabbed Razon and jerked him back by his bloodied arm. Razon cried out in pain.

  The soldiers proceeded to throw him to the ground and beat him with the butts of their rifles. I watched in horror, and Kalyani began crying. Even J. C. turned away.

  “I am not a monster, Mister Leeds,” Salic said, squatting down beside my chair. “I am a man with few resources. You will find that the two are quite difficult to differentiate, in most situations. ”

  “Please stop the soldiers,” I whispered.

  “I am trying to find a peaceful solution, you see,” Salic said. He did not stop the beating. “My people are condemned when we use the only methods we have—the methods of the desperate—to fight. These are the methods that every revolutionary, including the founders of your own country, has used to gain freedom. We will kill if we have to, but perhaps we do not have to. Here on this table we have peace, Mister Leeds. Fix this machine, and you will save thousands upon thousands of lives. ”

  “Why do you want it?” I said, frowning. “What is it to you? Power to blackmail?”

  “Power to fix the world,” Salic said. “We just need a few photos. Proof. ”

  “Proof that Christianity is false, Stephen,” Tobias said, walking up beside me. “That will be a difficult task for them, as Islam accepts Jesus of Nazareth as a prophet. They do not accept the resurrection, however, or many of the miracles attributed to later followers. With the right photo, they could try to undermine Catholicism—the religion followed by most Filipinos—and therefore destabilize the region. ”

  I’ll admit that, strangely, I was tempted. Oh, not tempted to help a monster like Salic. But I did see his point. Why not take this camera, prove all religions false?

  It would cause chaos. Perhaps a great deal of death, in some parts of the world.

  Or would it?

  “Faith is not so easily subverted,” Ivy said dismissively. “This wouldn’t cause the problems he thinks it would. ”

  “Because faith is blind?” Tobias asked. “Perhaps you are right. Many would continue to believe, despite the facts. ”

  “What facts?” Ivy said. “Some pictures that may or may not be trustworthy? Produced by a science nobody understands?”

  “Already you try to protect that which has yet to be discounted,” Tobias said calmly. “You act as if you know what will happen, and need to be defensive about the proof that may be found. Ivy, don’t you see? What facts would it take to make you look at things with rational eyes? How can you be so logical in so many areas, yet be so blind in this one?”

  “Quiet!” I said to them. I raised my hands to my head. “Quiet!”

  Salic frowned at me. Only then did he notice
what his soldiers had done to Razon.

  He shouted something in Tagalog, or perhaps one of the other Filipino languages—perhaps I should have studied those instead of Hebrew. The soldiers backed away, and Salic knelt to roll over the fallen Razon.

  Razon snapped his good hand into Salic’s jacket, reaching for the gun. Salic jumped back, and one of the soldiers cried out. A single quiet click followed.

  Everyone in the room grew still. One of the soldiers had taken out a handgun with a suppressor on it and shot Razon in a panic. The scientist lay back, dead eyes staring open, Salic’s handgun slipping from his fingers.

  “Oh, that poor man,” Kalyani said, moving over to kneel beside him.

  At that moment, someone tackled one of the soldiers by the door, pulling him down from behind.

  Shouting began immediately. I jumped out of my chair, reaching for the camera. Salic got it first, slamming one hand down on it, then reached toward his gun on the floor.

  I cursed, scrambling away, throwing myself behind the stack of crates where Kalyani had taken cover a few moments before. Gunfire erupted in the room, and one of the crates near me threw up chips as a shot hit it.

  “It’s Monica!” Ivy said, taking cover beside the desk. “She got out, and she’s attacking them. ”

  I dared peek around, in time to see one of the Abu Sayyaf suits fall to gunfire, toppling in the center of the room near Razon’s body. The others fired at Monica, who’d taken cover in the stairwell that led down to where we’d been captive.

  “Holy hell!” J. C. said, crouching beside me. “She escaped on her own. I think I might have to start liking that woman!”

  Salic yelled in Tagalog. He hadn’t come after me, but had taken cover near his guards. He clutched the camera close, and was joined by two other soldiers as they ran down the stairs from above.

  This gunfire would draw attention soon, I guessed. Not soon enough. They had Monica pinned. I could barely see her, hiding in her stairwell, trying to find a way to get out and fire on the men with the weapon she’d stolen from the guard she’d tackled. His feet stuck out of the doorway near her.

  “Okay, skinny,” J. C. said. “This is your chance. Something has to be done. They’ll get her before help comes, and we lose the camera. It’s hero time. ”

  “I . . . ”

  “You could run, Stephen,” Tobias said. “There’s a room right behind us. There will be windows. I’m not saying you should do it; I’m giving you the options. ”

  Kalyani whimpered, huddled down in the corner. Ivy lay under a table, fingers in her ears, watching the firefight with calculating eyes.

  Monica tried to duck out and fire, but bullets tore into the wall beside her, forcing her back. Salic was still yelling something. Several of the soldiers started firing on me, driving me back under cover.

  Bullets popped against the wall above me, chips of stone dropping on my head. I breathed in and out. “I can’t do this, J. C. ”