The Templar Chronicles (61 page)

But then it happened.

Olsen stumbled, his sword dipping slightly as he fought to maintain his balance, and one of the waiting Chiang Shih took advantage of the opening, reaching past the Templar’s blade and slashing its razor sharp claws across Olsen’s unprotected throat.

Blood and flesh flew.

Olsen jerked upright like a puppet on strings, his free hand going to the ruin of his throat. Cade could see the shock and surprise in the other man’s gaze, could see the sudden awareness blossoming there that this was it, he’d fought his last battle, and there wouldn’t be any last minute rescue.

Duncan must have seen it too, for he screamed in rage and pain and attempted to reach his wounded teammate.

It was no use.

With a final glance in Cade’s direction, and perhaps a look of apology to go with it, Olsen collapsed and quickly disappeared beneath the swarming horde of the enemy.

With his death the fight seemed to go out of Duncan. He fought on for another moment, maybe two, before taking a savage blow to the back of his head and collapsing.

In the space of a heartbeat, Cade had lost two of his best men.

It’s worse than that, he thought. He’d lost two of his friends.

He couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. They were supposed to have surprised the enemy, not the other way around. Olsen wasn’t supposed to die. Neither was Duncan. They were supposed to be right here, fighting at his side, not lying bloody and cold amidst the ranks of the enemy….

Someone was shouting at him, pulling on his arm, and it took him a moment to refocus, to sweep the horrible image of his friends’ death from his sight.

“We’ve got to get out of here! Now!” Riley shouted again.

The fire was almost upon them and if they stayed where they were another moment they’d perish as well, swallowed alive by the raging flames. Still Cade resisted. He stared through the smoke and flames, determined to know whether Duncan was alive or dead.

His diligence was rewarded. Through a break in the smoke he saw two of the enemy lift Duncan by his arms and begin dragging him off the field of battle. Duncan was struggling feebly against this captors, but the fight had clearly been beaten out of him. Cade didn’t know why the Chiang Shih would want to keep the other man alive, but for now he was simply grateful that they did.

“Cade!” Riley yelled and this time Cade nodded to show he’d understood and followed Riley as he led him down the narrow trail the others had taken, away from the inferno.

Hang on, Duncan, he thought, just hang on. We’ll be back for you.

I promise.

CHAPTER NINTEEN

Duncan clung to consciousness the way a drowning man will cling to a life preserver, knowing that if he passed out he might never wake up again. His captors had him by the arms and were dragging him along so that his legs scraped against the rocky ground, the sharp stones tearing his clothing and digging into his flesh, but he was too weak to do anything but occasionally lift his head and look around.

They brought him down out of the hills and through the center of the Chiang Shih encampment. Faces loomed on all sides as they moved through the crowd. He was unable to focus on any of them, his pain and exhaustion pushing him to the limit. More than once he was struck from behind as he passed, but the blows were nothing compared to what he had already endured and so he ignored them, needing all of his energy to keep from passing out.

He was clearly losing the battle, for with a sort of dazed recognition he realized they had left the mob behind and were now inside a room. The walls were of concrete and in certain places he could see the steel rods that ran through them were the masonry had started to crumble and flake, but the room appeared structurally sound and the roof was intact. Duncan was dumped unceremoniously in the center of the floor. He landed on his wounded shoulder and the pain tore through him like a freight train, but it also served to clear his head and for that he was grateful.

He slowly pushed himself up by his hands and shook his head, clearing some of the cobwebs. He realized that the sound of the crowd outside was incredibly muted in here and he had a moment to wonder just how deep inside the building he actually was before a door on the other side of the room opened and someone joined them.

The man was tall and fit, which in a camp of warriors was to be expected, but unlike all of the other Chiang Shih that Duncan had seen so far this man was not of Asian descent. He was Caucasian, with blonde hair and blue eyes to match. An angry red scar ran across his throat, evidence of a close call at some point in the past.

He was dressed like a biker, in a dark shirt, leather pants and thick soled riding boots. But it was the ring on his right hand that drew Duncan’s attention, the ring with a ruby stone in the shape of the Templar cross.

Seeing it, Duncan suddenly understood just who was behind this whole operation.

Bishop.

Cade’s former teammate.

But what did he want with Echo?

Duncan suspected he was about to find out.

Bishop waved his hand and the two soldiers who had brought the prisoner in began to kick and beat him mercilessly. Given his current condition, it didn’t take long for Duncan to pass out.

When he came to, however many minutes or hours later, he had no way of knowing, they started again. Their fists and boots slammed into him, striking his back, his stomach, his legs, his wounded shoulder, over and over again, until he couldn’t take anymore and passed out again.

The third time around, he awoke to find himself alone in the room with Bishop. The other man sat on a stool close by, watching, and when he saw Duncan was awake he said, “Welcome back. I think it’s time that you and I had a bit of a talk.”

With a start, Duncan realized that he was secured against the wall, his arms and legs stretched out to either side and bound in manacles. The chains had been pulled so tight that he couldn’t move.

He was utterly at the other man’s mercy.

“I want to know the make-up and armament of all Templar units within the city limits. If you tell me what I want to know, I’ll make things easier for you.”

Duncan’s mouth was so swollen and dry that he couldn’t speak. Bishop called out in a language Duncan didn’t understand and a few moments later another Chiang Shih entered the room carrying a bucket of water. Using a ladle he spooned out a few mouthfuls and dripped the water into Duncan’s mouth.

Duncan swallowed, choked, and swallowed again. The water felt like heaven.

When he recovered his voice, he looked at Bishop and said carefully, “Fuck you.”

The other man grinned.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

He got up off the stool and walked slowly in Duncan’s direction. As he did so, he held up one hand and Duncan could only watch in horror as the flesh on his limb began to shift and churn, transforming itself before his very eyes into a strange, jagged-edged instrument.

Bishop stood beside him, still grinning, and began to apply the edge of his newly formed limb to Duncan’s tender flesh in a variety of ways.

Duncan’s shrieks of pain went on for a long time.

CHAPTER TWENTY

They staggered back through the portal, carrying their wounded with them. Several of the Chiang Shih tried to follow, but Cade had left Second Squad deployed around the entrance for just that reason and the creatures were cut to pieces as soon as they came through the Veil. After a few attempts, they stopped coming.

Echo hadn’t expected casualties, much less the deaths of several of their number, and Second Squad’s medic was quickly overwhelmed. A call went out to the commandery for additional doctors, but it would take some time for anyone to get there and they would have to make do for the time being. In order to be certain his men were treated as expeditiously as possible, Cade ignored his own injuries and made certain the others were triaged correctly.

Cade was the last man treated when, an hour later, Preceptor Johannson walked into the back room they’d converted into make-shift hospital. The Knight Commander was in the process of relaying orders to Riley as the doctor bandaged his ribs and didn’t notice the other man’s entrance.

“…for now. Get a hold of Sullivan at Delta and see how many men he can spare. Then check with the armory at Ravensgate. I want to know how many more bows we can get our hands on in the time we have.”

“Belay that order, Master Sergeant.”

Cade looked over at him, surprised to see Johannson there.

“I’m sorry, Preceptor, I hadn’t seen you come in. What did you say?”

“I told the Master Sergeant to strike your last order, as you won’t need those weapons.”

“If you have a better idea, please speak up. Firearms won’t work on the other side of the Veil.”

The Preceptor gave him a sour look. “I know very well what works and doesn’t work, Knight Commander, but that’s beside the point. You won’t need the weapons because you won’t be going back across the Veil.”

The Preceptor’s comment made so little sense that at first Cade suspected that he must have heard incorrectly. But on seeing the look on Riley’s face, he knew that he hadn’t. He felt his anger flare and couldn’t hold back his tongue.

“What are you talking about? They’ve got Duncan! Of course we’re going back!”

This time the Preceptor actually sneered. “You’ll do as you’re told, Knight Commander, and right now I’m telling you to stay away from that portal. There will be no further incursions into that hellish place except by my direct order.”

Cade came out of his seat so quickly that the doctor stumbled backward.

“I’ll go where I like and do what I like, Johannson. Or did you forget that that I don’t take orders from you?”

“I’m well aware of the hierarchy that governs us, Williams. Which is why I asked the Seneschal to put your orders in writing.” He reached inside his suit, took out a cream-colored envelope, and handed it to Cade.

The Knight Commander took the envelope and tore it open, extracting a single sheet of paper. He read it quickly, then slowed down and read it again just to be sure.

There was the usual set of headers identifying the intended recipient and the classification of the message itself. Cade checked to be certain the orders were, indeed, directed at him and then focused on the relevant lines.

The High Command considers the portal to be an unacceptable breach of the integrity of our world. It is to be closed down immediately using any and all means necessary. We see this as the highest priority and destruction of the church is authorized if needed to accomplish this task.

Both Delta and Echo are hereby reassigned as adjunct support to the North American Preceptory until the threat of a Chiang Shih incursion has been neutralized.”

Jacob MacIntyre, Seneschal

“Damn it!” Cade turned to hand the letter to Riley and as he did so he caught the smile of satisfaction on the Preceptor’s face.

It was too much.

Sergeant Sean Duncan might not have been with Echo for very long, and he’d certainly had his share of difficulties fitting in with Cade’s unorthodox leadership abilities, but there was no doubt in Cade’s mind that Duncan was worth ten times what a man like Johannson was.

All three of the other men in Echo command unit owed their lives in one way or another to Sean Duncan.

It had been Duncan who had saved Olsen’s life when the chopper they were in had crashed into the Necromancer’s plantation house.

It had been Duncan who had worked with Riley and the shade of Cade’s dead wife, Gabrielle, to help them escape when the renegade angel Baraquel had forced them into some strange warped version of reality inside the Eden Facility.

Duncan who had used his healing ability to stop Cade’s internal bleeding during that same confrontation.

Hell, Olsen had given his life trying to save Duncan’s, and abandoning him to the hands of the Chiang Shih repudiated everything that Olsen had died trying to accomplish.

Cade didn’t care what his orders said. He was going to rescue Duncan or die trying.

It was simple as that. No pissant little self-important politician was going to stop him.

Riley must have seen the change in Cade’s expression for he tried to stop him, moving to put his body between the two men.

“Boss, I don’t think…”

But Cade was already in motion. He surged forward, past Riley, grabbing Preceptor Johannson around the throat with one hand and forcing him backward until they crashed into the wall at their backs. Cade leaned in close, his iron grip still locked on the other man’s neck, squeezing.

“Listen to me, you pompous son-of-a-bitch!” Cade said in a grim voice only the two of them could hear. “That man has put his life on the line for this Order more times than I can count and I’ll be damned to hell if I simply abandon him because a coward like you ordered me to do so.”

The Preceptor had both of his hands on Cade’s, trying to break the other man’s grip, but was getting nowhere quickly. Cade tightened his fingers slightly, just to show who was in charge.

“The majority of men in this building would rather take orders from me than you any day of the week, so I suggest that you get your sorry ass out of here before I tell them that you just ordered me to abandon one of their own. Understand?”

Johansson’s eyes were rolling wildly and his face was turning a deep shade of red as he fought for air, but he must have understood for he managed to nod in agreement. Riley was pulling at Cade’s arms now, telling him that it wasn’t worth it and that he should let go, and Cade did so.

The Preceptor immediately fell to his knees, his head bowed as he sucked in great gasps of air. When at last he could breathe, he pointed his finger at Cade and, turning to Riley, said shakily, “Master Sergeant, arrest this man for striking a superior officer. Arrest him and throw him in the brig.”

Riley looked down at him for a moment and then shrugged.

“Superior officer? I don’t think so. If you want him arrested so badly, get up and do it yourself.”

And with that the two men from Echo turned away and walked out of the room.