“You disobeyed a direct order. I told you to hang back! You know it’s forbidden to enter a human building without an invitation.”
Holly shook the shadows from her vision.
“I got invited in. A child called for help.”
“You’re on shaky ground there, Short.”
“There is precedent, sir. Corporal Rowe versus the State. The jury ruled that the trapped woman’s cry for help could be accepted as an invitation into the building. Anyway, you’re all here now. That means you accepted the invitation, too.”
“Hmm,” said Root doubtfully. “I suppose you were lucky. Things could have been worse.”
Holly looked around. Things couldn’t have been a lot worse. The establishment was pretty trashed, and there were forty humans out for the count. The tech boys were attaching mind-wipe electrodes to the temples of unconscious diners.
“We managed to secure the area, in spite of half the town hammering on the door.”
“What about the hole?”
Root smirked. “See for yourself.”
Holly glanced over. Retrieval had jimmied a hologram lead into the existing electricity sockets and were projecting an unbattered wall over the hole. The holograms were handy for quick patches, but no good under scrutiny. Anyone who examined the wall too closely would have noticed that the slightly transparent patch was exactly the same as the stretch beside it. In this case there were two identical patches of spiderweb cracks and two reproductions of the same Rembrandt. But the people inside the pizzeria were in no condition to examine walls and by the time they woke up, the wall would have been repaired by the telekinetic division, and the entire paranormal experience would be removed from their memories.
A Retrieval officer bolted from the rest room.
“Commander!”
“Yes, sergeant?”
“There’s a human in here, sir. The Concusser didn’t reach him. He’s coming, sir. Right now, sir!”
“Shields!” barked Root. “Everyone!”
Holly tried. She really did. But it wouldn’t come. Her magic was gone. A toddler waddled out of the bathroom, his eyes heavy with sleep. He pointed a pudgy finger directly at Holly.
“Ciao, fulletta,” he said, before climbing into his father’s lap to continue his snooze.
Root shimmered back into the visible spectrum. He was, if possible, even angrier than before.
“What happened to your shield, Short?”
Holly swallowed.
“Stress, Commander,” she offered hopefully.
Root wasn’t having any of it. “You lied to me, Captain. You’re not running hot at all, are you?”
Holly shook her head mutely.
“How long since you completed the Ritual?”
Holly chewed her lip. “I’d say . . . about . . . four years, sir.”
Root nearly popped a vein.
“Four . . . Four years? It’s a wonder you lasted this long! Do it now. Tonight! You’re not coming below ground again without your powers. You’re a danger to yourself and your fellow officers!”
“Yessir.”
“Get a set of Hummingbirds from Retrieval and zip across to the old country. There’s a full moon tonight.”
“Yessir.”
“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about this shambles. We’ll talk about it when you get back.”
“Yessir. Very good, sir.”
Holly turned to go, but Root cleared his throat for attention.
“Oh, and Captain Short . . .”
“Yessir?”
Root’s face had lost its purple tinge—he almost seemed embarrassed.
“Well done on the life-saving thing. Could have been worse, an awful lot worse.”
Holly beamed behind her visor. Perhaps she wouldn’t be kicked out of Recon after all.
“Thank you, sir.”
Root grunted, his complexion returning to its normal ruddy hue.
“Now get out of here, and don’t come back until you’re full to the tips of your ears with magic!”
Holly sighed. So much for gratitude.
“Yes, sir. On my way, sir.”
CHAPTER 4
ABDUCTION
Artemis’s main problem was one of location— how to locate a leprechaun. This was one sly bunch of fairies, hanging around for God knows how many millennia and still not one photo, not one frame of video. Not even a Loch Ness-type hoax. They weren’t exactly a sociable group. And they were smart, too. No one had ever got his hands on fairy gold. But no one had ever had access to the Book either. And puzzles were so simple when you had the key.
Artemis had summoned the Butlers to his study, and spoke to them now from behind a mini-lectern.
“There are certain rituals every fairy must complete to renew his magic,” explained Artemis.
Butler and Juliet nodded, as though this were a normal briefing.
Artemis flicked through his hard copy of the Book and selected a passage.
“From the earth thine power flows, Given through courtesy, so thanks are owed. Pluck thou the magick seed, Where full moon, ancient oak and twisted water meet. And bury it far from where it was found, So return your gift into the ground.”
Artemis closed the text. “Do you see?”
Butler and Juliet kept nodding, while still looking thoroughly mystified.
Artemis sighed. “The leprechaun is bound by certain rituals. Very specific rituals, I might add. We can use them to track one down.”
Juliet raised a hand, even though she herself was four years Artemis’s senior.
“Yes?”
“Well, the thing is, Artemis,” she said hesitantly, twisting a strand of blond hair in a way that several of the local louts considered extremely attractive. “The bit about leprechauns.”
Artemis frowned. It was a bad sign. “Your point, Juliet?”
“Well, leprechauns. You know they’re not real, don’t you?”