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Authors: Simon R. Green

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“Be specific. How much damage?”
“He could demolish every building for at least four blocks in every direction, and kill hundreds of people. That specific enough for you?”
Winter scowled, and rubbed her chin thoughtfully with a thumb knuckle. “What kind of magic has he been using?”
“All sorts. For a psychotic killer, he’s very versatile. The air’s heavy with unexpended magic. I can still See his victims dying as they ran for safety. Some had all the life drained out of them, so they could feel themselves dying. Others were transformed into things that didn’t live long. Luckily. And some were just blown apart, for the fun of it. We’ve got a bad one here, Jessica. He’s powerful, versatile, and ready to do anything to get what he wants.”
Winter nodded. “Question is, what does he want? Attention, revenge; what?”
Hawk spun round suddenly, his axe flashing out to stop a finger’s breadth from the throat of a private guard behind him. All the color drained from the man’s face, and Hawk grinned at him nastily. “I don’t like people sneaking up on me, particularly when they do it so badly. Takes all the challenge out of it. I could hear you coming even through the pouring rain.” He lowered his axe but didn’t put it away. “All right; who are you, and what do you want?”
The private guard swallowed hard. Color was slowly seeping back into his face, but it was still pale enough to clash interestingly with the vivid vermilion and green of his uniform. He cleared his throat and looked pleadingly at Winter. “Corporal Guthrie, of Lord Dunford’s guards, ma’am. I’m your local liaison officer.”
“About time you got here,” said Winter. “Fill us in. What’s the background on this case?”
Corporal Guthrie moved over to join her, giving Hawk and his axe a wide berth.
“The sorcerer Domain has been a resident of Mulberry Crescent for years. Always quiet and polite. Never any trouble. But about three-quarters of an hour ago, he suddenly appeared at a window on the upper floor of his house and started screaming at people down in the street. We don’t know about what. Everybody who was in the street at that time is dead. According to one eyewitness who watched from his window, Domain just lashed out with his magic for no reason, killing everyone in sight. No one’s dared leave their houses since. We’ve sealed off the Crescent at both ends, and evacuated the houses farthest from Domain, but we daren’t get too close for fear of starting him off again. A doctor went in a while ago under a white flag to check the bodies, just in case there was anyone alive. There wasn’t, so he approached Domain’s house, to try and reason with him. The sorcerer told the doctor he wanted to be left alone, and that he’d kill anyone who tried to interfere with him.”
“I’d like to talk to this doctor,” said Winter. “He might be able to tell us all kinds of useful things.”
“I don’t think so,” said Guthrie. “Domain destroyed his mind. All he does is repeat the sorcerer’s message, over and over again.”
Fisher swore harshly. “Let’s just take the bastard out. Storm can protect us with his magic, and Hawk and I will go in and carve him up. It’ll be a pleasure.”
“It’s not as simple as that,” said Guthrie.
“I had a feeling he was going to say that,” said Hawk.
“Domain has a hostage,” said Guthrie. “Susan Wallinger, twenty-one years old. She was Domain’s lady friend. We have reason to believe she wished to end the relationship, and had gone to his home to tell him so. It would appear Domain took this rather badly. He’s threatened to kill her if she tries to leave, or if we send anyone in after her.”
“You know the city’s policy on hostages,” said Winter. “They’re expendable.”
“Yes, ma’am. But Susan Wallinger is Councillor Wallinger’s daughter.”
“That is going to complicate things,” said Fisher.
Hawk nodded grimly. Councillor Wallinger was one of the leading lights of the Conservatives, and his many businesses helped to provide a large part of the Party’s funds. No wonder the Council had called in the SWAT team so quickly. They were expected to save the hostage as well as take out the sniper. Which, as Fisher pointed out, complicated the hell out of things. Hawk looked out over the corpse-strewn street, and his mouth tightened. As long as Domain was running loose, he was a menace. From the sound of his mental state, anything might set him off again, and next time he might not limit himself to the people in plain sight. He might decide to blow up every house in the Crescent, along with everyone in them. He might do something even worse. He was a sorcerer, after all, and they had no idea as to the limits of his power. One way or another, Domain had to be stopped. Hawk hefted his axe and studied the sorcerer’s house. He’d get the girl out alive if he could, but if push came to shove, she was expendable—and to hell with who her father was.
Poor lass.
“We have a standard routine for handling hostage situations,” said Winter, looking hard at Hawk and Fisher. “And we’re going to follow it here, by the numbers. I don’t want either of you doing anything without a direct order from me first. Is that clear?”
“Oh sure,” said Hawk. Fisher nodded innocently. Winter glared at them both, unimpressed.
“I’m not unfamiliar with your reputations, Captains. Common belief has it that you’re as dangerous as the black death, and about as subtle. You’ll find we do things differently on the SWAT team. Whenever possible, our job is to resolve a crisis situation without resorting to violence. Nine times out of ten we get better results by talking and listening than we would if we used force. MacReady is our negotiator, and a damned good one. Until he’s tried everything he can think of, and they’ve all failed, no one else does squat. Is that clear?”
“And if he does fail?” said Fisher.
“Then I’ll unleash you and Hawk and Barber, and you’ll go in after Domain, under Storm’s protection. But that’s as a last resort only.” She looked at Corporal Guthrie. “You’d better get back to your people and tell them what’s happening. I’ll be sending Mac down to talk to Domain in a few moments. Tell everyone to get their heads down and keep them down. Just in case.”
The Corporal nodded jerkily, and hurried off into the rain. Hawk stared after him.
“Nice uniform,” he said solemnly. “Vermilion and green. Cute.”
Winter’s mouth twitched. “Maybe he just wants to be sure he can be seen at night. All right, Mac; let’s do this by the numbers, nice and easy. Your first job is to persuade him to let the girl go. Promise him whatever it takes. Councillor Wallinger will make good on practically anything, if it will get him his daughter back safe and sound. Once she’s safely out of the way, then you can concentrate on trying to talk him down.”
MacReady looked at her steadily. “Assuming he won’t give up the girl, which has priority: getting her out or getting him down?”
“If it comes to that, the girl is expendable,” said Winter. “Why do you think I sent Guthrie away before I briefed you? Now get going. We’re wasting time.”
MacReady nodded, and headed unhurriedly down the street towards Domain’s house. Hawk looked sharply at Storm. “Aren’t you going to give him any protection?”
“He doesn’t need any,” said Storm. “He’s protected by a Family charm; magic can’t touch him, swords can’t cut him, and drugs won’t poison him. You could drop him off a ten-story building, and he’d probably just bounce. At the same time, the charm doesn’t allow him to use any offensive weapons, which is just as well, or he’d have taken over the whole damn country by now. As it is, he makes a damned good negotiator.”
He fell silent as a low, rumbling sound trembled in the ground under their feet. Hawk looked quickly about him, but the street was still empty. The rumbling grew louder and more ominous, and then the street next to MacReady exploded. Solid stone tore like paper, and cobbles flew through the air like shrapnel. Hawk held up his cloak as a shield, and cobblestones pattered against it like hailstones in a sudden storm. It was all over in a few seconds, and Hawk slowly lowered his cloak and looked around him. None of the others were hurt. Fisher had her sword in her hand, and was glaring about her for someone to use it on. She looked down the street, and her eyes widened. Hawk followed her gaze.
MacReady was standing unharmed amid vicious-looking fragments of broken stone and concrete, staring calmly into a jagged rent in the ground. The explosion didn’t seem to have harmed him at all, even though it must have gone off practically in his ear. His clothing wasn’t even mussed. He shook his head, turned his back on the gaping fissure, and walked on down the street. The outer wall of a nearby house bulged suddenly outwards and collapsed over him. When the dust cloud settled, washed quickly out of the air by the driving rain, MacReady was still standing there, entirely unhurt, surrounded by rubble. He clambered awkwardly over some of the larger pieces, and continued on his way. Lightning stabbed down from the overcast sky, again and again, but didn’t even come close to touching him. Magic spat and sparkled around him, scraping across the air like fingernails on a blackboard, but MacReady walked steadily on. He looked almost bored. Eventually he came to the third house from the end on the left, and looked up at the top floor. A dark shape showed briefly at one of the windows, and then was gone. MacReady pushed open the front door and walked inside.
Winter stirred at Hawk’s side. “Well, if nothing else, I think we can be fairly sure that Domain knows he’s coming.”
 
It was very quiet inside the house, out of the driving rain, and MacReady paused in the gloomy hallway to take off his cloak and hang it neatly on the wall rack. A woman’s cloak was already hanging there, barely damp to his touch. Presumably Susan Wallinger’s. He looked around him. All was still except for the loud ticking of a clock somewhere close at hand, and an occasional quiet creaking as the old house settled itself. MacReady moved over to the nearest door. It was standing slightly ajar, and he pushed it open. A headless body lay sprawled before the open fireplace. Blood and gore had soaked into the rich pile carpet where his head should have been. There was no sign of the head itself. Judging by the ragged state of the neck, the head hadn’t been neatly severed with a blade. It had been torn off by brute force. MacReady stepped back into the hall and headed for the stairs. The body might have been a failed negotiator, or someone who lived in the house. It might even have been a friend of Domain’s.
Hello, Domain. Guess what? I’m going to be your friend. I’m going to win your trust and then abuse it. I’m going to persuade you to give up your hostage and come down peacefully, so that we can put you on trial, find you guilty, and execute you. I won’t tell you that, of course. I’ll tell you comforting lies and make you think they’re true. Why? Because it’s my job, and I’m good at it.
And because I get so horribly bored waiting to die, and outwitting kill-crazy lunatics like you is the only fun I have left.
He made his way up the stairs, making no attempt to be quiet. He wanted Domain to know he was coming. If the sorcerer thought he was sneaking up on him, he might panic and harm the girl. MacReady shook his head in mock disapproval. He couldn’t allow that. Getting the girl out alive was part of the game, and he didn’t like to lose. He stepped onto the dimly lit landing, bracing himself mentally against any further sorcerous attacks, but nothing happened. There was a door at the end of the hall with a light showing round its edges. He started towards the door, and it flew open suddenly as Domain lurched out into the hall.
His robe of sorcerer’s black was torn and ragged, and there was dried blood on his sleeves and hands. He was tall and painfully thin, and barely into his early twenties. His face was deathly pale, split almost in two by a wide death’s-head grin. His eyes were wide and staring, and they didn’t blink often enough. He was shaking with suppressed emotion, ready to lash out at anyone or anything that seemed to threaten him. MacReady stayed where he was, and smiled calmly at the sorcerer.
“Stay where you are!” snapped Domain, his voice harsh and tinged with hysteria. “One step closer and I’ll kill her! I will!”
“I believe you,” said MacReady earnestly. “I’ll do whatever you say, sir sorcerer. You’re in charge here. My name is John MacReady. I’ve come to talk to you and Susan.”
“You’ve come to take her away from me!”
“No, I’m just here to talk to you, that’s all. You’ve got yourself in a bit of a mess, Domain. I’m here to help you find a way out of it. The authorities have promised not to interfere. You just tell me what you want, and I’ll tell them. There must be something you want. You don’t want to stay here, do you?”
“No. Something bad happened here.” Domain’s gaze turned inward for a moment, and then the crazy glare was back in his eyes, as though he couldn’t bear to think about what he’d seen in that moment. “I’m getting out of here, and Susan’s coming with me. I’ll kill anyone who tries to stop us!”
“Yes, Domain. We understand that. That’s why I’m here. We don’t want any more deaths. Could I speak to Susan? Perhaps between the three of us we can come up with a plan that will get you both out of the city without anyone else having to be hurt.”
The sorcerer studied him suspiciously for a dangerously long moment, and then jerked his head at the open door behind him. “She’s in here. But no tricks. I may not be able to hurt you, but I can still hurt her. I’ll kill her if I have to, to keep her with me!”

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