Zach answered after a few rings. "You all right?"
"We're inbound on a helicopter, ten minutes out. Are you still in port?"
"We're just clearing the breakwater at Sibenik now, heading your way."
I had a quick conversation with the pilot, who assured me he could drop us off on the landing pad on a moving superyacht. It was common for a charter pilot to do this with all the rich people vacationing in the Adriatic. Landing on the
Elements,
even at night, was within the capabilities of him and his machine. "Did you take care of that problem in time?"
"Yes. I'll talk more in person. I'll have the Captain ready the helo deck."
He hung up, and I put the phone in one of my cargo pockets. We were flying at an altitude of three hundred meters over the dark sea.
I felt a thump from behind me. Turning in my seat, I saw Svetlana out of her seat, kneeling on the floor, while Anna pulled the wrapping off her arm. I turned my headset to the internal intercom with them. "What happened?"
"Your sister woke up," Anna said. The two girls worked together to pull Melanie into a seat. It wasn't easy for them to handle the deadweight of her human form in the tight quarters, but they did it. Anna pulled the T-shirt that had blinded her Eagle onto her body. It was enough to cover her for now.
"Is she injured?"
"She looks fine," Anna said. "Not even a scar on her neck."
The girls barely got buckled in before we were circling the
Elements
on our final approach. I got on the intercom with the pilot. "When we exit, shut the engines down and wait for instructions. Cooperate and keep quiet, and we'll double your pay for the charter."
"Whatever you want, I'll do. Discretion is an expectation for me," the pilot said. "You wouldn't believe some of the things I've seen." He did his job well, hovering just off the starboard bow to get the wind, then moving over and setting down on the middle of the helicopter pad. He was shutting down the engines as crew members rushed forward to tie the helicopter to the deck.
I waited until the girls were out; one of the crew was carrying Melanie. "Give me your phone," I told him. He picked it up off the floor below his legs. "Someone will be out soon to give you instructions." With that, I opened the door and exited the helicopter.
Zach was waiting for me by the entrance to Art's office. "The girls and Melanie went straight to Medical. We'll have Doc Margaret check her out while the rest of us talk."
"We need to do more than talk," I said. I was pissed off, and my Lion wanted blood. I'd hurt Mikhail badly, but it was Svetlana who filled him with lead. Vasili shot my sister, but the Liger had done most of the damage. By the time my lion ripped his head off, he wasn't feeling a thing. There was only one person left alive who was responsible, and my Lion wanted to make him suffer. We'd take him near to death, let him heal, then do it again and again.
"You need to get looked at first. Did you take those bullets as a human or lion?"
I'd hardly notice the gunshot wounds, and the bleeding had stopped shortly after my switch. One was a few inches below my left collarbone, while the other had grazed a rib on my left side. "Lion. They didn't do much damage." I could feel the bullet was still there in my chest, but it hadn't punctured a lung. I loved my Switcher healing.
"Come on. Everything else will wait." He walked me along the starboard side towards the staircase leading down to Medical.
"What is going on with your men?"
"We found them; it will take a few hours for the sedatives to wear off, but they will be fine. Our patrol boat is returning to the island to start the cleanup."
I thought of something. "The Liger is still there."
"We know. Tell me what kind of mess you made." I told Zach about the Liger and my Cave Lion ripping Vasili apart, me biting Mikhail's shoulder, and Svetlana shooting Mikhail multiple times. "So it won't be an open casket funeral."
"Nope."
"And Mikhail arranged the charter?"
I nodded. "I have an idea. Get cleaned up and talk to the others. I'll grab some things and go clean up your mess for you." He left me at the door to the ship's clinic.
When I walked in, the girls were sitting by Melanie. She was covered up and sleeping on the exam table. "How is she?"
"Fine," Doctor Margaret said as she walked into the room from her small office. "She's alive because you acted quickly. From what Anna described, she would have been dead in seconds if you hadn't made her touch the Eagle. For some reason, the initial Switch allows for instantaneous healing of the body."
"There's no shotgun damage?"
"None that I can detect. You took bullets, and one is still in there. Strip and get on the table in the operating theater. Anna, scrub in while Svetlana preps him for surgery."
I looked at Svetlana, but she was in Nurse mode again. I pulled off my gear and walked to the next room. The wounds had scabbed over, so Anna had me shower first to get the blood and dirt off. I ended up lying on my right side as Svetlana spread Betadine around the wounded areas. "I don't know why you bother. It's not like I'll die from an infection."
She didn't stop rubbing as she smacked my ass. "Don't tell me how to do my job, mister. If you didn't get shot, we wouldn't have to pull bullets out of you! And just because you will heal doesn't mean we shouldn't follow medical practices to prevent infection."
Doc came in and numbed up the area, then dug out the bullet from my chest. They also removed the scab and cleaned out the bullet wound on my rib. She used superglue to hold the edges tight until my healing could fix it. I sat up with their help. "Wear this until the scars disappear," Doc said as she put my left arm in a sling.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but Anna had that look. That "you better do what she says if you know what is good for you" look. It had been a trying day, and discretion is the better part of valor. "Yes, Doctor."
Svetlana came in with some clean clothes for me; she'd showered and changed back in our room. "I trashed the other stuff and returned your gear," she told me. "Art wants to see us in his office."
"I'll finish cleaning up here and join you later," Anna said. "Go. They need you."
I kissed her goodbye, then took Svetlana's hand in my good one and headed out. A steward was waiting for us outside Art's office. "Would you care for anything to eat? The kitchen remains open for you."
My stomach growled in response. "Thank you. I'll take whatever you are serving in a triple portion."
Svetlana giggled. "Double portion for me, and pie for dessert."
"I'll return shortly," she said.
"Come on, let's see what the others say about what happened," I said as we turned back to the doors. I knocked, then opened it up. Art was behind his desk, the monitors around the room full of information and video. Duncan and Olivia were on the love seat to his right.
And Edward was in the chair to the left.
Ch. 72
Everyone looked at me as I walked in. I froze, trying to figure out what Edward was doing here. Didn't Zach pass along the warning? How could Art let him get so close when he was worth another nine-hundred-and-fifty million dead? Was he waiting until he had a better opportunity?
And why would Edward be hanging around when he could disappear into Sibenik? Did he find out Mikhail was dead, so there was no point in killing Art? Did he think we didn't know about his fifty million dollar payoff to set me up? I shook myself out of my haze and decided to go with the good news. "Melanie is going to be fine," I told them. "The beast joining her healed her body while she was on the other side or something."
"That's good to know," Art said. "None of us got our beasts while we were injured. How is she handling the change?"
"She hasn't woken up to talk about it yet," I said. "Her Eagle was calm and at peace around us. I think it knew and trusted us from her previous host."
"That's probably it," Duncan said. "When Todd killed Ekatarina, the eagle took off, but it came down from the sky to protect you. In St. Petersburg, it was war, and the eagle had no one left."
"I guess," I said as I sat on the empty chair next to Art's desk. Thank God it was on the other side of the room from Edward. I might kill him soon. "How are your men?"
"They will be fine," Art said. I heard the helicopter startup and watched as Zach boarded with a duffel bag. "My people will return to the island by boat and clean up. We've managed to keep the police out of this so far, but that won't last forever."
Even inside the office, the sound of the helicopter taking off made conversation difficult, so we waited until it was gone. Edward finally spoke up. "We need to figure out how to let the world find out about the deaths of Vasili and Mikhail. The last thing we need is for the authorities to tie it back to the island. We don't need our names coming up, and your friend doesn't need the headache."
That settled one thing; Edward knew Mikhail was dead.
It raised another, more troubling thought. Art was sitting in his office without a hint of danger. The only one in the room giving off any scent of fear was ME, and the other switchers noticed it. Why wouldn't Art be nervous now? Maybe Zach never told him. My blood ran cold at that thought; he was the only one I told about Mikhail's death. It was Zach's idea to put me with the Liger on the island as bait. Zach made all the arrangements for security and patrols. Zach's people were responsible for getting Melanie from the airport in Split to the
Elements.
And Zach took off in the helicopter with a bag.
Sure, Vasili said Edward was the man, but could I believe him? Did he do it to fuck with my head about how trustworthy my fellow Switchers were? Or were Zach and Edward in on it from the start?