Last Stand of Dead Men. Derek Landy

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      exter Vex didn’t complain when he was shackled. He didn’t complain as he was loaded into the van, or even when he was hauled out. He didn’t complain about all the shoving and pushing and rough treatment as he was escorted into one of the American Sanctuary’s support posts in rural Connecticut. He didn’t complain about any of it. The same could not be said for his companion.

      “I’m going to sue every last one of you,” Caius Caviler raged after his head smacked into the wall for a second time. “I’m going to introduce the mortal procedure of a lawsuit into the magical community and then I’m going to sue you and take everything you own.”

      The man shoving him was big and broad and not in a very good mood. His name was Grim. He was an English sorcerer who’d been Quintin Strom’s bodyguard the day the Grand Mage had been assassinated. He’d been fired shortly afterwards, and now here he was in America, trying to restore his honour by being as big a jerk as possible.

      Vex was in America. He felt it only right to use American insults.

      The sorcerer behind Vex was a much calmer fellow. Swain, his name was. Vex had never met him before and, while he was blissfully unconcerned with Vex’s comfort, at least he wasn’t shoving him face first into walls.

      “This is an illegal arrest!” Caviler went on. “You can’t put shackles on someone just because of their nationality! We have rights!”

      Grim shoved him into another wall. Caviler rebounded, went quiet. He sucked at his bloody lip.

      They reached two rows of cells with old-fashioned iron bars in place of walls, and each bar inscribed with a binding sigil.

      “In here,” Swain said, nudging Vex towards the nearest one. Vex walked in and Swain locked the door. Grim pushed Caviler into the cell next to him, and Caviler stumbled to his knees beside the bunk.

      “Enjoy your stay,” Grim said, and went to leave.

      “Big man,” Caviler muttered.

      Grim turned. “What was that?”

      Caviler got to his feet and looked Grim dead in the eye. “You’re a big man when the other guy’s handcuffed, aren’t you? Big, tough man. I don’t think you’d be so tough if my hands were free.”

      “Oh, you don’t, do you?”

      “Caius,” Vex said, shaking his head.

      “Maybe I should take the cuffs off, then,” said Grim.

      Caviler smiled, showing bloody teeth. “By all means.”

      Swain took hold of Grim’s arm, tried to pull him out. “Come on, we don’t have time for this.”

      Grim shook himself free. “No, no, Mr Caviler here wants a fair go. It’s only right that I should give him the chance.” He took the key from his pocket and threw it at Caviler’s feet. “Well? Come on now. There’s the key.”

      “And the moment I go to pick it up you kick me in the face?” Caviler said. “I don’t think so.”

      Grim stepped out of the cell. “There. Now you have loads of room.”

      Caviler chuckled. “You are smarter than you look. That’s not hard, I’ll grant you, but even so. Once that key is in my hand, you’ll be able to shoot me for attempting to escape. Unfortunately, Mr Grim, you’re going to have to do better than that.”

      Grim shrugged, took his pistol from his holster and held it out to Swain.

      “What the hell are you doing?” Swain asked. “We have to go. Put the gun away. I’m not taking your damn—”

      Grim pointed the gun at Caviler and Swain snatched it off him.

      “There,” Grim said to Caviler. “I’m unarmed.”

      Swain tried pulling Grim back, but Grim turned, shoved him, his face suddenly red with anger.

      “If you don’t walk away with me right this moment,” said Swain, “I’ll bring the Cleavers in here and they’ll drag you out.”

      “If that’s what you feel you have to do,” said Grim.

      Swain stared at him, then glanced at Caviler and then Vex, and walked away.

      Grim stepped into the cell, closed the door, and smiled at Caviler. “Pick up the key.”

      “Don’t,” said Vex.

      “Go on. Free yourself. Be a man.”

      “Caius, do not pick up that key.”

      Caviler licked his lips. His hand reached downwards slowly. Grim didn’t move, not even when Caviler lifted the key off the ground and straightened up.

      Grim stepped forward suddenly and Caviler flinched back, and Grim laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. Caviler’s eyes narrowed, and he worked the key until the cuffs СКАЧАТЬ