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.The largest of the fourcleared his throat as he looked up at Niko, his instincts no doubt picking upon the fact that Niko wasn t local, and he was a far cry from civilized.The youth adopted something he probably thought was a hardass look andjerked his soul-patched chin toward the restroom corridor. We saw themfirst, he murmured. The women.We saw them first. He cleared his throatagain, like he was waiting for his trio of wingmen to back him up.None did. We got here first, man.When the females come back to the table, they regonna be leaving with us. Nikolai chuckled at the young male s shaky attempt to stake his territory. You really think there d be any contest if I was here to poach your game?Relax.I m not interested in that.I m looking for information. He d been through a similar song and dance twice already tonight at otherclubs, seeking out the places where members of the Breed tended to gather andhunt for blood, looking for someone who could point him toward a vampire eldernamed Sergei Yakut.It wasn t easy finding someone who didn t want to be found, especially aPage 296 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsecretive, nomadic individual like Yakut.He was in Montreal, that muchNikolai was sure of.He d spoken to the reclusive vampire by phone as recentas a couple of weeks earlier, when he d tracked Yakut down to inform him of athreat that seemed aimed at the Breed s most powerful, rarest members thetwenty or so individuals still in existence who were born of the firstgeneration.Someone was targeting Gen Ones for extinction.Several had been slain withinthe past month, and for Niko and his brothers-in-arms back in Boston a smallcadre of highly trained, highly lethal warriors known as the Order thebusiness of rooting out and shutting down the elusive Gen One assassins wasmission critical.For that, the Order had decided to contact all of the knownGen Ones remaining in the Breed population and enlist their cooperation.Sergei Yakut had been less than enthusiastic to get involved.He feared noone, and he had his own personal clan to protect him.He d declined theOrder s invitation to come to Boston and talk, so Nikolai had been dispatchedto Montreal to persuade him.Once Yakut was made aware of the scope of thecurrent threat the stunning truth of what the Order and all of the Breed werenow up against Nikolai was certain the Gen One would be willing to come onboard.First he had to find the cagey son of a bitch.So far his inquiries around the city had turned up nothing.Patience wasn texactly his strong suit, but he had all night, and he d keep searching.Sooneror later, someone might give him the answer he was looking for.And if he keptcoming up dry, maybe if he asked enough questions, Sergei Yakut would comelooking for him instead. I need to find someone, Nikolai told the four Breed youths. A vampire outof Russia.Siberia, to be exact. That where you re from? asked the soul-patched mouthpiece of the group.He d evidently picked up on the slight tinge of an accent that Nikolai hadn tlost in the long years he d been living in the States with the Order.Niko let his glacial blue eyes speak to his own origins. Do you know thisindividual? No, man.I don t know him. Page 297 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlTwo other heads shook in immediate denial, but the last of the four youths,the sullen one who was slouched low in the booth, shot an anxious look up atNikolai from across the banquette table.Niko caught that telling gaze and held it. What about you? Any idea who I mtalking about? At first, he didn t think the vampire was going to answer.Hooded eyes heldhis in silence, then, finally, the kid lifted one shoulder in a shrug andexhaled a curse. Sergei Yakut, he murmured.The name was hardly audible, but Nikolai heard it.And from the periphery ofhis vision, he noticed that an ebony-haired woman seated at the bar nearbyheard it too.He could tell she had from the sudden rigidity of her spinebeneath her long-sleeved black top, and from the way her head snapped brieflyto the side as though pulled there by the power of that name alone. You know him? Nikolai asked the Breed male, while keeping the brunette atthe bar well within his sights. I knowof him, that s all.He doesn t live in the Darkhavens, said theyouth, referring to the secured communities that housed most of the Breedcivilian populations throughout North America and Europe. Dude s one nastymofo from what I ve heard. Yeah, he was, Nikolai acknowledged inwardly. Any idea where I might findhim? No. You sure about that? Niko asked, watching as the woman at the bar slid offher stool and prepared to leave.She still had more than half a cocktail inher glass, but at the mere mention of Yakut s name, she seemed suddenly in abig hurry to get out of the place.The Breed youth shook his head. I don t know where to find the dude.Don tknow why anyone would willingly look for him, either, unless you got some kindof death wish. Page 298 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlNikolai glanced over his shoulder as the tall brunette started edging herway through the crowd gathered near the bar.On impulse, she turned to look athim then, her jade-green gaze piercing beneath the fringe of dark lashes andthe glossy swing of her sleek, chin-length bob.There was a note of fear inher eyes as she stared back at him, a naked fear she didn t even attempt tohide. I ll be damned, Niko muttered.She knew something about Sergei Yakut.Something more than just a passing knowledge, he was guessing.Thatstartled, panicked look as she turned and broke for an escape said it all.Nikolai took off after her.He weaved through the thicket of humans fillingthe club, his eyes trained on the silky black hair of his quarry.The femalewas quick, as fleet and agile as a gazelle, her dark clothes and hair lettingher practically disappear into her surroundings.But Niko was Breed, and there was no human in existence who could outrun oneof his kind.She ducked out the club door and made a fast right onto thestreet outside.Nikolai followed.She must have sensed him hard on her heelsbecause she pivoted her head around to gauge his pursuit and those pale greeneyes locked on to him like lasers.She ran faster now, turning the corner at the end of the block.Not twoseconds later, Niko was there too.He grinned as he caught sight of her a fewyards ahead of him.The alley she d entered between two tall brick buildingswas narrow and dark a dead end sealed off by a dented metal Dumpster and achain link fence that climbed some ten feet up from the ground.The woman spun around on the spiked heels of her black boots, panting hard,eyes trained on him, watching his every move.Nikolai took a few steps into the lightless alley, then paused, his handsheld benevolently out to his sides. It s okay, he told her. No need to run.I just want to talk to you. She stared in silence.Page 299 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html I want to ask you about Sergei Yakut. She swallowed visibly, her smooth white throat flexing. You know him, don t you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The largest of the fourcleared his throat as he looked up at Niko, his instincts no doubt picking upon the fact that Niko wasn t local, and he was a far cry from civilized.The youth adopted something he probably thought was a hardass look andjerked his soul-patched chin toward the restroom corridor. We saw themfirst, he murmured. The women.We saw them first. He cleared his throatagain, like he was waiting for his trio of wingmen to back him up.None did. We got here first, man.When the females come back to the table, they regonna be leaving with us. Nikolai chuckled at the young male s shaky attempt to stake his territory. You really think there d be any contest if I was here to poach your game?Relax.I m not interested in that.I m looking for information. He d been through a similar song and dance twice already tonight at otherclubs, seeking out the places where members of the Breed tended to gather andhunt for blood, looking for someone who could point him toward a vampire eldernamed Sergei Yakut.It wasn t easy finding someone who didn t want to be found, especially aPage 296 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsecretive, nomadic individual like Yakut.He was in Montreal, that muchNikolai was sure of.He d spoken to the reclusive vampire by phone as recentas a couple of weeks earlier, when he d tracked Yakut down to inform him of athreat that seemed aimed at the Breed s most powerful, rarest members thetwenty or so individuals still in existence who were born of the firstgeneration.Someone was targeting Gen Ones for extinction.Several had been slain withinthe past month, and for Niko and his brothers-in-arms back in Boston a smallcadre of highly trained, highly lethal warriors known as the Order thebusiness of rooting out and shutting down the elusive Gen One assassins wasmission critical.For that, the Order had decided to contact all of the knownGen Ones remaining in the Breed population and enlist their cooperation.Sergei Yakut had been less than enthusiastic to get involved.He feared noone, and he had his own personal clan to protect him.He d declined theOrder s invitation to come to Boston and talk, so Nikolai had been dispatchedto Montreal to persuade him.Once Yakut was made aware of the scope of thecurrent threat the stunning truth of what the Order and all of the Breed werenow up against Nikolai was certain the Gen One would be willing to come onboard.First he had to find the cagey son of a bitch.So far his inquiries around the city had turned up nothing.Patience wasn texactly his strong suit, but he had all night, and he d keep searching.Sooneror later, someone might give him the answer he was looking for.And if he keptcoming up dry, maybe if he asked enough questions, Sergei Yakut would comelooking for him instead. I need to find someone, Nikolai told the four Breed youths. A vampire outof Russia.Siberia, to be exact. That where you re from? asked the soul-patched mouthpiece of the group.He d evidently picked up on the slight tinge of an accent that Nikolai hadn tlost in the long years he d been living in the States with the Order.Niko let his glacial blue eyes speak to his own origins. Do you know thisindividual? No, man.I don t know him. Page 297 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlTwo other heads shook in immediate denial, but the last of the four youths,the sullen one who was slouched low in the booth, shot an anxious look up atNikolai from across the banquette table.Niko caught that telling gaze and held it. What about you? Any idea who I mtalking about? At first, he didn t think the vampire was going to answer.Hooded eyes heldhis in silence, then, finally, the kid lifted one shoulder in a shrug andexhaled a curse. Sergei Yakut, he murmured.The name was hardly audible, but Nikolai heard it.And from the periphery ofhis vision, he noticed that an ebony-haired woman seated at the bar nearbyheard it too.He could tell she had from the sudden rigidity of her spinebeneath her long-sleeved black top, and from the way her head snapped brieflyto the side as though pulled there by the power of that name alone. You know him? Nikolai asked the Breed male, while keeping the brunette atthe bar well within his sights. I knowof him, that s all.He doesn t live in the Darkhavens, said theyouth, referring to the secured communities that housed most of the Breedcivilian populations throughout North America and Europe. Dude s one nastymofo from what I ve heard. Yeah, he was, Nikolai acknowledged inwardly. Any idea where I might findhim? No. You sure about that? Niko asked, watching as the woman at the bar slid offher stool and prepared to leave.She still had more than half a cocktail inher glass, but at the mere mention of Yakut s name, she seemed suddenly in abig hurry to get out of the place.The Breed youth shook his head. I don t know where to find the dude.Don tknow why anyone would willingly look for him, either, unless you got some kindof death wish. Page 298 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlNikolai glanced over his shoulder as the tall brunette started edging herway through the crowd gathered near the bar.On impulse, she turned to look athim then, her jade-green gaze piercing beneath the fringe of dark lashes andthe glossy swing of her sleek, chin-length bob.There was a note of fear inher eyes as she stared back at him, a naked fear she didn t even attempt tohide. I ll be damned, Niko muttered.She knew something about Sergei Yakut.Something more than just a passing knowledge, he was guessing.Thatstartled, panicked look as she turned and broke for an escape said it all.Nikolai took off after her.He weaved through the thicket of humans fillingthe club, his eyes trained on the silky black hair of his quarry.The femalewas quick, as fleet and agile as a gazelle, her dark clothes and hair lettingher practically disappear into her surroundings.But Niko was Breed, and there was no human in existence who could outrun oneof his kind.She ducked out the club door and made a fast right onto thestreet outside.Nikolai followed.She must have sensed him hard on her heelsbecause she pivoted her head around to gauge his pursuit and those pale greeneyes locked on to him like lasers.She ran faster now, turning the corner at the end of the block.Not twoseconds later, Niko was there too.He grinned as he caught sight of her a fewyards ahead of him.The alley she d entered between two tall brick buildingswas narrow and dark a dead end sealed off by a dented metal Dumpster and achain link fence that climbed some ten feet up from the ground.The woman spun around on the spiked heels of her black boots, panting hard,eyes trained on him, watching his every move.Nikolai took a few steps into the lightless alley, then paused, his handsheld benevolently out to his sides. It s okay, he told her. No need to run.I just want to talk to you. She stared in silence.Page 299 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html I want to ask you about Sergei Yakut. She swallowed visibly, her smooth white throat flexing. You know him, don t you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]