Daysider. Susan Krinard

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      His. She didn’t want to know anything more about him than she absolutely had to, but it was going to be damned inconvenient to keep thinking of him as “the Daysider.”

      “What is your name?” she asked him.

      He inclined his head as if to acknowledge her civility. “Damon,” he replied.

      Appropriate, coming as it did from the ancient Greek word for “demon.” But what interested her more was that he had no Sire-name to indicate which Bloodmaster or Bloodlord claimed his vassalage.

      It was true, then, what Aegis taught…that Daysiders lived outside the strict hierarchy of Nightsider society. No one in the Enclaves was completely certain of how they had come into being. The ongoing question was whether or not they had “awakened” years ago along with the regular Nightsiders, or if they had been created since.

      “I’m Agent Fox,” she said, “and this is Agent Carter.”

      “Ms. Fox,” Damon said, arching a brow. Alexia wondered how close he was to comparing her to her animal namesake. What did he remind her of?

      A leopard. Sleek and swift, well-defined muscle sliding under golden skin and mottled olive-brown uniform, dappled with shadow.

      “Agent Fox,” she corrected him. “Let’s not waste any more time. What exactly are you proposing?”

      Damon moved his shoulders as if he were stretching against the pull of the cuffs. It almost looked as if he could snap the reinforced steel like the thinnest plastic.

      “I propose that we work together,” he said, “pool our skills and our knowledge. Learn what we can about the colony without engaging the colonists, and then go our separate ways.”

      “That’s insane,” Michael burst out.

      Alexia was inclined to agree. But she also wasn’t too blinded by hatred to see the possibilities inherent in Damon’s suggestion.

      “Why would you encourage your enemies to learn more about a settlement founded by Nightsiders?” she asked him bluntly. “Wouldn’t that be against your handler’s best interests?”

      “Since Aegis will eventually obtain the information in any case,” he said, “it is my judgment that our working together would be very much to the Citadel’s advantage.”

      Michael spun to face Alexia. “Can’t you see he intends to lead us along the garden path and annihilate us at the end of it?” he said.

      Alexia let his anger pass over her. “Why should we trust you?” she asked Damon.

      The Daysider’s eyes, already so dark, grew darker still. “Your partner wants to destroy me,” he said. “I am in no position to stop him. There are two of you, and I am alone. Yet I am offering this truce because I know that the distraction of fighting each other will lose us valuable time.” He leaned forward. “You understand the delicacy of the situation. Even the smallest misstep—”

      “Are you trying to tell us that your Council didn’t encourage this colony from the beginning?” Michael interrupted.

      “Yes.”

      “And your masters don’t see this setup as a way of getting a foothold in the Zone, or provoking a new war they think they can win?”

      Damon blew out his breath in a brief sigh. “Your agency is well aware of the way my government is organized,” he said. “The Expansionists have minority status at this time. I serve the Council as a whole, which wants to keep the balance just as it is.”

      “So you say,” Alexia murmured.

      The corner of his mouth quirked up. “If your agency believed the Expansionists were in ascendance, this new settlement would be the least of its concerns.”

      He made perfect sense, Alexia thought. Too much sense, in fact.

      She rose, keeping the rifle leveled at Damon’s head. “My partner and I will have to discuss this privately,” she said.

      “Of course.” Damon shrugged his shoulders again. “It’s unlikely I’ll be going anywhere.”

      “I’ll make sure of that,” Michael grunted. “Lie on your stomach.”

      Damon did as he commanded, and Michael made quick work of cuffing his ankles. Maybe the Daysider could break free of them eventually, but Alexia didn’t plan to be away more than a few minutes.

      She and Michael retreated into the brush, backing away with their weapons still fixed on Damon. Once they were a good thirty meters away, Alexia pressed the skin of her throat over the subcom implanted beside her larynx and adjusted her earpiece.

      I think we should do it, she said, speaking soundlessly through the subcom.

      Mike touched his own highly sensitive earpiece, which picked up their subvocalizations as if they were spoken aloud. He’ll kill as soon as our backs are turned.

      You think I don’t hate him as much as you do? she asked. But we have to find out how much he knows, if he’s really working for the Independents.

      Independents, Michael repeated, the scorn evident in his words. You know even they would enslave or slaughter all of us if they could find an excuse.

      So let’s not give them one, Alexia said. Look, there are useful things we can learn just by observing him. Maybe he’ll slip and give us a clue about his real agenda.

      Then you’re assuming he’s lying, too, Michael said.

      We don’t have to trust him. He may be stronger and faster, but we’re pretty well matched in acuity of smell and hearing—and there are two of us. One can stay with him while the other keeps watch from a distance. That way we’ll have someone free to report back if there’s any treachery.

      Forget it, Michael said. We stay together. That’s Aegis policy, and—

      We can break policy if we judge it necessary. And I think it is, Mike.

      He gave her a look she’d never seen on his face before, one uncomfortably like mistrust. But when he spoke again, there was only resignation in his expression.

      Okay, he said. Who do you propose stays with him?

      I will, she said without hesitation. I’m better at handto-hand, and you’re the better marksman.

      Once we split up, he’ll know what we’re doing, Michael said.

       Then he’s not likely to try anything, is he?

      After a long moment of silence he nodded, briefly and not at all happily. Alexia frowned. It just wasn’t like him to be so grim. I guess the best thing to do is pretend to have an argument, she said.

      Michael pulled a face. He’ll never fall for it.

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