Worlds Explode. Shane Hegarty

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      Low evening sunlight flooded the small Darkmouth alley, forcing Finn to pull his visor down to block its glare. He crept low along the narrow laneway, brushing the high walls on either side, the butt of his Desiccator pressed into his armoured shoulder, ready to protect him against whatever he might find. Whenever he found it. Whatever it was he was looking for.

      He backed along a wall, the armour of his clattering fighting suit screeching across the stone. Keeping out of sight, he took a hard right into another alleyway of high glass and nail-rimmed walls in a town built for defence. Gouges and missing chunks in the brickwork were a reminder of the invasion only two weeks before, of the chaos and near catastrophe wrought by multiple Manticores, a Minotaur and those trying to hunt them down.

      He scuttled down the laneway where Mr Glad’s burnt-out shop stood behind a criss-cross of police tape warning trespassers to keep out, a blackened reminder of the traitor who had opened a hole in Darkmouth through which Finn’s father and mother had gone and only one had come back.

      Where the lane bisected another, Finn stuck his head round the corner. From a parallel alley, the barrel of a weapon emerged, followed by a helmet and a flurry of exaggerated hand signals.

      Palm out flat. Knuckles curled. A swirling motion.

      Finn flipped open his visor, squinting against the sun as he tried to properly convey his bemusement. “What?” he mouthed.

      Steve pushed his visor open and repeated the gestures, this time adding some kind of pumping fist motion.

      “Lie down?” asked Finn. “Hop?”

      Steve gritted his teeth with obvious frustration. From behind his back, another head appeared.

      Emmie, her helmet propped on her head, tight red hair avalanching from it, waved at Finn. He waved back.

      Her father gently but firmly pushed her behind him and then, pressed against the wall, crab-walked towards Finn. Emmie followed, no Desiccator in her hand. She wasn’t allowed one. Her sole weapon was an eagerness that almost burst from her.

      The three crouched at the wall. Finn’s fighting suit was pushed up uncomfortably at his neck; his kneepads dug into the top of his shins. He shifted awkwardly and loudly as Steve spoke.

      “We’re to follow that lane north for another forty metres,” said Emmie’s father, pointing ahead, “then west for twenty metres. That’s where we’ll find our target.”

      Finn narrowed his eyes to see. “But that’s the wrong way,” he said.

      “No, it’s the right way.”

      “It’s not,” Finn insisted, pointing instead at the sliver of alleyway directly ahead of them. “I’m sure that’s what the map tells us.”

      An old man cycled towards them, whistling a tune that he left hanging in the air as he saw them, crouched, in armour, and wielding their fat silver Desiccators. He stopped, turned his bike clumsily in the narrow alley, climbed back on to the saddle and cycled away in the direction he’d come from, mumbling curses as he went.

      They watched him go, then resumed their planning. “It’s the correct way, Finn. It’s the only possibility.”

      “I know these streets. My dad made me memorise them.”

      “Look, Finn, I am in charge here. Those are the orders, so that’s just the way it is, whether we like it or not.”

      Steve didn’t just like it, he loved it. That was obvious. Since the Council of Twelve had ordered him to stay on in Darkmouth and act as temporary Legend Hunter, he’d been practically giddy with authority, and even more disappointed than Finn that a gateway hadn’t opened since.

      “Finn does know them, Dad,” said Emmie, pushing open her visor to reveal her face. “Trust me.”

      “Do you want to go back to the car?” Steve asked her.

      “No,” she answered.

      “Then let me deal with this. We almost got killed in this town because of invading Legends. This is serious stuff.”

      “But you said I could do a bit more, Dad.”

      “Yes, you can observe more.”

      “Come on, Dad. I just want to help.”

      Steve rooted through a pocket of his fighting suit, pulled out a set of car keys and held them out to her.

      Emmie let out a deep sigh.

      Content he’d made his point, Steve pushed the keys back into his pocket and again turned his attention to Finn, who had already stood up to cross the road in the direction he knew they needed to go. Steve pulled him back down by the shoulder and eyeballed him. A shudder went through Finn’s fighting suit. It was tough to exude ferocity СКАЧАТЬ