“I think it’s both.” Louise picked up premium beef jerky that their mother would never, never buy because of how horribly expensive it was.
“Yeah, both.” Jillian eyed the basket. “Why are you buying so much junk? You know we’ll have to hide it all.”
“Because we can,” Louise said. “Besides, I want something in case we get hungry. We’ve got lots of work to do. Thank god we’re nearly done with saving the babies.”
“So this video is of Peter Pan and Tinker Bell saving Windwolf?”
Louise laughed. “No, I just riffed on my dream. Two Pittsburghers save him. I don’t even name them. The guy is dressed up as an African explorer. The girl looks like Tinker Bell with the blonde hair and the chest but she has a flamethrower. They kill this saurus that is chasing Windwolf and take him to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe.”
“That is so weird. Why?”
“I had a dream about Nigel in Pittsburgh. I just smashed the two dreams together to protect Alexander.”
“Okay, that works.” They stopped in the kitchen equipment aisle and considered the tools. They needed heavy gloves, tongs, and something to stand in for the rack holding the vials of frozen embryos so they could practice stealing them out of the liquid nitrogen vaults. “Did you check on the snake?”
“Yes, we can pick it up tomorrow afternoon. All we need to do is make sure ice doesn’t melt in the nactka and we’re ready to roll.”
* * *
They’d been so upset the night of the robbery that they’d just brought the nactka home inside the gift shop box and hidden it away in the back of their closet. There it had stayed, untouched.
They set up for the experiment on their desk, arranging the magic generator, oven mitts, scissors, a thermometer, and a glass of normal ice. They’d toyed with stealing a cup of liquid nitrogen out of the chemistry lab at school but the long commute on the crowded train made it unsafe and impractical.
First impression of the nactka, as Louise lifted it out of its box, remained of a delicately etched monster-size egg. According to the Codex, much like Dufae’s box, it required magic to open and close, but once sealed, it would hold whatever was inside in stasis without magic. Louise suspected—if she had translated the Elvish and understood quantum physics as well as she thought—that the device acted like a miniature gate, teleporting whatever was inside from the moment the nactka was sealed to the moment that it was unsealed.
They set the nactka carefully on the magic generator. While Jillian filmed the experiments, Louise took an outside reading of it with the thermometer and made note that it was the same temperature as the room.
“We need to test the ice before it melts.” Jillian pointed her new camera at the glass filled with ice.
“I’m hurrying.” Louise spoke the key word to unseal the nactka.
The dome of the device cracked at the lines and unfolded like a flower as if the cream-colored shell were on hinges. They both yelped in surprise as a creature popped up out of the trap and hissed angrily. Before Louise could get a clear look at it, the creature sprang to the edge of the desk, then to her footboard and then bounced off the glass of the window.
“What is it?” Jillian backed way, trying to film the animal as it bounced around the room like a rubber ball.
“Um.” Louise got the impression of a small snaky-body and a mouth full of teeth. No snake she’d ever seen moved with leaps and bounds. It landed back on the desk beside the nactka and shoved it aside to stand on the magic generator. “I don’t know.” Louise tore open the bag of goldfish crackers and put one of the bright orange fish on the edge of the desk. She softly snapped her fingers; might as well start training it now. “Cracker?”
She sat on her bed, giving the creature an opportunity to investigate the food.
“I don’t think snakes eat crackers.” Jillian worked the zoom controls on her camera.
The creature sniffed loudly and then darted forward to snatch up the goldfish. It opened wide and shoved the cracker into its surprisingly large mouth.
“I don’t think it’s a snake.” Louise slid another goldfish onto the edge of the desk after the creature retreated back to the generator. She snapped her fingers together softly. “Cracker? Snakes don’t have legs.”
“Gecko?” Jillian guessed.
The goldfish was snatched up, crammed into the mouth full of teeth and chomped loudly. Crumbs rained down on the desktop to be picked up with delicate claw-tipped fingers.
“I-I don’t think geckos have hands.”
Jillian attempted to keep filming and turn on her tablet. “Logically it’s most likely a Elfhome species of lizard, meaning that it’s dependent on magic to exist, which is why it’s staying near the generator.”
“I think it looks—” Louise squeaked as the thing suddenly leapt onto her shoulder.
They eyed each other nearly nose to nose. It was only about six inches long, covered in scales of a delicate rose color. It clung to her with tiny little pinpricks as claws poked through her shirt. There were five claws on each foot. It had a mane of long slender filaments that seemed too thick to be hair.
It snapped its tiny fingers, opened its wide mouth full of teeth and said in a tiny childlike voice, “Cracker!”
Louise blinked in surprise and then fumbled out a small handful of goldfish and held them up to the creature, forgetting to give the training prompt.
It used both front paws to grab up the crackers and shove them all into its mouth, one by one, at express speed. When Louise’s palm was empty, the creature snapped its fingers again and commanded, “Cracker!”
“It can talk!” Jillian whispered.
“She has thumbs.” Louise fed it another cracker while carefully shifting closer to the generator.
“She?”
“She feels like a girl to me.” Louise wondered if the crackers were actually good for the little thing.
The creature snapped her fingers and commanded, “Cracker!”
“Where are the strawberries?” Louise asked.
“Here!” Jillian found the clear plastic container with the chocolate-dipped strawberries.
Chocolate could be fatal to dogs, Louise picked it off.
“Cracker!” There was a tiny impatient snapping of fingers. “Cracker!”
Louise offered the bare strawberry. A giant of its type, the fruit dwarfed the head of the little creature that eyed it dubiously. It looked from Louise to the massive strawberry to Louise and then back to the fruit.
“Strawberry.” Louise took a bite to show that it was edible. “Strawberry?”
The creature plucked the fruit out of her hand, turned it around and around in puzzled study, and then sniffed it. It took one cautious nibble and then, eyes going wide, crammed the entire fruit into its mouth.
“Oh, she’s so cute.” Jillian zoomed in with her camera. “Nom, nom, nom, nom. But what is she?”
“You know, she looks like one of those dragons on Chinese menus.”
The dragon looked up. “Nom, nom, nom, nom.” It snapped its fingers. “Strawberry!”
They took turns feeding her the strawberries and looking up information on Elfhome dragons.
“There’s almost nothing here,” Jillian complained.
“While apparently dragons vary in size, they are reported to be very large, fire-breathing, and dangerous.” Louise read what she found aloud. “Approach with caution. Maybe she’s a baby dragon.”
“Do you think she can breathe fire?” Jillian asked.
They stared at the baby dragon who was munching on the last strawberry.
“Nom, nom, nom.” She licked her fingers and then snapped them. “Cracker!”
“She eats a lot,” Jillian said.
Louise broke open the bag of beef jerky. The baby dragon had learned that new containers equaled new food. The little creature grasped the bag of beef jerky in one hand and with the other was stuffing pieces of the dried meat into her mouth as fast as it could chew. “Nom, nom, nom!?
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“Good thing you got so many snacks,” Jillian said.
“We should give her a name.”
“We’re keeping her? What do we tell Mom and Dad?”
“We don’t have to tell them. We’ll keep her in our room. We could get a little aquarium for her when we’re at school.”
Jillian shook her head. “That’s not going to work. Sooner or later, they’re going to find out.”
“We just have to buy some time until we can figure out what to tell them. We can come up with some story about finding her in the subway or something.” It couldn’t be “buying” her because they’d try to make them take her back to the mythical store. There was also the uneasy question of where they got the money to buy an exotic pet. “Think of it as a challenge.”
Jillian flopped onto her bed. “I never thought I’d get tired of lying.”
“We need to name her.”
“Let’s call her Greedy Gut.” Jillian patted the bed beside her. “Greedy Gut! Greedy Gut!”
The baby dragon stuck out its tongue and blew a raspberry.
“I don’t think she likes that name.”
So while the baby dragon polished off the beef jerky, they tried out names. They had named lots of characters in the past but nothing alive with a personality that they couldn’t change at whim.
Louise felt like a name was floating on the edge of her awareness but she couldn’t quite grasp it. “It should be something bright, and happy, and female.”
“Bossy.” Jillian got another raspberry for the suggestion. “She reminds me of some senile old grandmother.”
The name finally came within reach. “Joy. I think her name is Joy.” No raspberry. “See, she likes it.”
Jillian came to eye the baby dragon. “No, she’s just falling asleep now that all the food is gone. I still think her name is Bottomless Pit.”
“Her name is Joy,” Louise repeated more firmly. “And you can’t blame her for being hungry; she hasn’t had anything to eat for hundreds of years.”
Jillian gasped. “Oh my god! Lou! What’s in the other eleven nactka still in the box?”
“Oh no!” Louise leapt to the Codex and quickly looked up the longest passage regarding the device. “Twelve loaded nactka! They all have something in them!”
“Eleven more like her?” Jillian eyed the baby dragon. “What would we do with twelve of them?”
Louise was amazed that Jillian even asked the question. “She’s obviously very intelligent. She might even be smarter than a human. It’s been—what—five minutes and she already knows three words of English.”
“Nom, nom, nom is not a word,” Jillian said.
“We need to get them out of the box!”
“What if the elves took the box? They were going to take three items.”
* * *
They hacked into the museum and checked the security monitors but the box had always been screened from the cameras. There was no way of telling if the box was still there.
“They would have to tell France that the elves took the box.” Louise dove into the email system to sift through the curator’s mailbox. Dated late Friday night was an email to the curator at the Louvre explaining that the elves had asked for return of the box. Not surprisingly, there was no answer until early Monday morning Eastern Standard Time—or normal business hours for Greenwich time—objecting and asking the AMNH not to allow the elves to take the box. The answer was short and simple: the elves had already returned to Elfhome with it.
The Louvre sent back a caustic answer that ended with “Thankfully the EIA spared us the loss of the tiara.”
Jillian swore softly. “That’s right. The EIA told the French just to send the box.”
Louise checked on the other two items. They were both small pieces of jewelry, obviously worth a good deal in terms of gold and gems, but otherwise insignificant. “These are decoys. If they just took the box, everyone would talk only about it, but with the obviously worthwhile items, the box isn’t interesting.”
“If they wanted it, does that mean they know what’s in it?”
“Dufae said he stole the box on Elfhome. Maybe he stole it from Sparrow.”
Joy had crawled into Louise’s lap and fallen asleep. She looked so cute asleep. She was sprawled on her back, front paws on her full tummy and one back leg twitching in time with her soft little snores. Louise stroked one finger over Joy’s buttery soft hide. The baby dragon nuzzled into her palm with a small purr and then lapsed back into snores.
What was Sparrow going to do with the other eleven?
25: GOING TO SEE A MAN ABOUT A DOG
“Hello,” the receptionist said as the twins walked through the door to their father’s clinic. According to the human resources records, her name was Laura Runkle. She had only recently graduated from business school and started working at the clinic a month ago. She was young, pretty, and very uncertain about her power. Her face and tone said, “Are you lost?”
Louise had Tesla take up an “off-duty” position beside one of the waiting room chairs, and then made a visible production of settling into said chair. She put on her reading glasses, flipped through the projected pages of her holographic book, and squirmed into the chair to read.
Jillian aimed the receptionist’s attention on Louise by staring at her intently and then sighing loudly. “Bookworm.” And then, having established that Louise was the quiet one of the twins, Jillian turned brightly to the receptionist. “Hi, I’m Jillian Mayer. I’m here to see my dad. He works here.”
The receptionist started to smile and then she came to a full, horrified stop. “Oh! You’re George’s twins.”
Unsaid was “You’re the two that blew themselves up.” Really, do it once and people don’t let you live it down.
“Yup!” Jillian juggled the big box she was carrying, nearly spilling it, to point in the direction of their father’s office. “Our dad is this way—right? I got something to show him.” She started to march down the hall, all but commanding that she be followed.
“Wait. I don’t know if he’s back there!” The receptionist glanced at Louise, who seemed nose deep in a book. Swallowing the bait, she headed after Jillian. “Which one were you again?”
Louise counted to five, and the shrieks started. According to Laura’s social network page, she was terrified of snakes. While Louise loved the ball python they’d found at a small, and possibly illegal pet store, Jillian could better act out “accidently” dropping the box and setting the snake free.
“Follow,” Louise told Tesla and hurried down the hallway toward the cyro-room. They had practiced the extraction at home, using all stand-in material. It should take her only three minutes, but that was assuming that nothing went wrong. Louise swiped the copy of their father’s keycard through the lock. Jillian could keep the office distracted for several minutes but probably not more than five.
There were skin-tight gloves, big blue protective gloves, a heavy lined apron and a full-face plastic facemask. She pulled them on quickly as she scanned the blue-capped cryogenic tanks. An odd design flaw of the security system, there was no camera in the room. They hadn’t been able to determine how the tanks were labeled. There were two tall square units and two tall cylinder tanks and then a host of short tanks tucked under a work counter. The taller units were simply labeled “1” or “2” while the short ones counted up to “6.” She knew that the babies were stored as H-2-3-2-753694. The initial seemed to indicate a size, but which of the three units labeled “2” was “H”?
“Hello?” Joy suddenly appeared on one of the small tanks under the counter. “Who’s there?” She patted the side of the tank, claws clicking. “Hello?”
“Shhhh!” Louise cried. The baby dragon had slept all day; why did she have to wake up now? Louise picked up Joy and put her on her shoulder. It was a “2” tank. Was it the right one?
The small tank was on wheels. She rolled it out from under the counter. Louise swiped her father’s keycard th
rough the reader on the cap and typed in 753694. If the vial was inside, the lock would acknowledge the code, and unfortunately make a record that it had been accessed.
The reader blinked from red to green. It was the right tank. Louise flipped up the lid and took out the polyurethane cap under the lid. Instantly the air hitting the opened pit turned to misty clouds. There were six wire handles of the racks suspended within the liquid nitrogen. Each was etched with a number. She wanted the second box off the third rack. She unhooked the handle labeled “3” and carefully raised up the rack, wisps of freezing air flowing off it. On the rack were five little boxes inside wire frames, pegged into place by a restraining bar. She removed the bar and wriggled free the second box. She slid off the lid to the box, revealing four frozen vials standing inside slots. She took the first one out and peered closely at the label.
“Hello?” Joy pointed at the one of the far end. “Who’s there?”
Louise put the first vial back into the stand and checked the end vial. 753694. “Score!”
She opened up Tesla’s storage compartment and used the key word to open the nactka. Once the vial was safely inside, she activated it. The babies safe, she replaced the lid on the vial box, put it back into the rack, put the retaining bar back on, and carefully lowered the rack back into the liquid nitrogen. She was pushing the tank back under the counter when she realized she’d forgotten to put the polyurethane cap back into place.
Swearing, she pulled the tank back, flipped up the lid and put the cap in place.
She started to shake once she and Tesla were back in the hallway, Joy tucked into the wide front pocket of Louise’s backpack, a bag of Cheerios to keep her quiet. The shrieks were still at full volume and dozens of loud adult voices were coming from the direction of their father’s office.
Jillian was still in full distraction mode. Time for damage control.
Laura Runkle was the one shrieking. She was standing on a desk, prancing, as if she were trying to run up invisible stairs to get even higher. Several other people were sitting on their desks, trying to look nonchalant but asking loudly, “But is it poisonous?” as if such a thing were in the range of possibilities.