Severn Handred. Who just happened to be loitering in the Aerie, under the shadows of the flying Aerians, who were practicing maneuvers that no other race on the force could achieve without a hell of a lot of magic, most of which would require postmaneuver paperwork that would keep them grounded for weeks. The Emperor was not a big fan of magic that wasn’t under his personal control.
Kaylin, her wrist weighted by a few pounds of what was ostensibly gold, knew this firsthand. The bracer—studded with what were also ostensibly gemstones, and in and of itself more valuable than most of the force on a good day, which would be a day when their Sergeant wasn’t actively cursing the amount of money being wasted employing their sorry butts—was also magical. It was older than the Empire.
No one knew how it worked—or at least that’s what was claimed—but it kept random magic neutralized. Kaylin had been ordered to wear it, and on most days, she did.
Severn looked up as she approached him. “You’re on time,” he said, falling into an easy step beside her.
“And the world hasn’t ended,” she replied. “Betting? It’s four days running.” It was a betting pool she’d been excluded from joining.
He grinned, but didn’t answer, which meant yes, he was betting, and no, he hadn’t lost yet.
“If you win, you can buy me lunch.”
He raised a brow. “You’re scrounging for lunch this early in the month?”
“Don’t ask.”
He laughed.
“Instead,” she continued, “tell me why you’re here.”
“I work here.”
“Ha, ha. You don’t usually loiter in the Aerie, waiting for me to walk by.” In fact, if it was something that was a matter of life or death, or at least keeping her job, he was more proactive: he’d show up at her apartment and throw her out of bed.
“Loitering and waiting are not considered—”
“Tanner was smirking.”
Severn winced. “An official courier came by the office this morning.”
“Official courier?”
“An Imperial Courier.”
“Please tell me it had nothing to do with me,” she said, without much hope.
“You want me to lie?”
She snorted. “Is Marcus in a mood?”
“Let’s just say he didn’t seem overly surprised.” Which wasn’t much of an answer if the one you wanted was No.
Teela was in the office and at her desk, which was generally a bad sign. She was also on break, which meant she was lounging on a chair that was balanced on its back two legs, and watching the door. Tain was somewhere else, which meant Kaylin only had to deal with one of the Barrani Hawks she sometimes counted as friends. On this particular morning, she couldn’t remember why, exactly.
The fact that Teela rose—gracefully, because it was impossible for a Barrani not to be graceful—the minute she laid emerald eyes on Kaylin made it clear who she’d been watching for. The fact that she was smiling as she sauntered across the usual chaos of the office meant she was amused. This didn’t mean that the news for Kaylin was good, on the other hand.
“Good morning, Private Neya,” the window said. “It is a bright and sunny day, but rain is expected in the late afternoon. Please dress accordingly while you are on duty.”
Teela took one look at Kaylin’s raised brows and laughed out loud.
Kaylin said a few choice words in Leontine.
“Please be aware that this is a multiracial office, and the terms that you are using might give offense to some of your coworkers,” the same window chided.
Kaylin’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
“Apparently,” Teela said, as her laugh trailed off into a chuckle, “the mage that designed the window to be a cheerful, talking timepiece, was not entirely precise in his use of magic.”
“Which means?”
“Off the record? Someone tampered with Official Office equipment.”
“This is worse. The old window didn’t greet us by name. What the hells were they trying to do?”
“Get it to shut up without actually breaking it.”
“Which seems to be almost impossible. The breaking-it part.”
“So does the shutting-it-up part, if it comes to that.” Teela grinned. “We’ve started a new betting pool.”
“Hell with the pool—we should just make the Hawklord stay in this damn office. The window would be gone in less than a week.” She started to head toward her very small desk.
“Private Neya,” the window said, “you have not checked today’s duty roster. Please check the roster to ascertain your current rounds.”
Teela burst out laughing because Kaylin’s facial expression could have soured new milk. She did, however, head toward the roster because she couldn’t actually break the window, and she was pretty damn certain it would nag her until she checked.
Elani street had been penciled, in more or less legible writing, beside Kaylin’s name. Severn was her partner. There were no investigations in progress that required her presence, although there were two ongoing. The shift started in half an hour. She took note of it as obviously as possible, and then returned to her desk, by way of Caitlin.
“Good morning, dear,” Caitlin said, looking up from a small and tidy pile of papers.
Kaylin nodded, and then bent slightly over the desk. “What happened to the window?”
The older woman frowned slightly. “We’re not officially certain, dear.” Which meant she wouldn’t say. “Sergeant Kassan is aware that the enchantment on the window is causing some difficulty. I believe he is scheduled to speak with the Hawklord.”
“Thank the gods,” Kaylin replied. The window, during this discussion, was in the process of greeting yet another coworker. “Does it do this all day?”
Caitlin nodded. “You weren’t here yesterday,” she added. Her frown deepened. “It not only greeted the employees by name, it also felt the need to greet every person who walked into—or through—the office in the same way.”
“But—”
Caitlin shrugged. “It’s magic,” she finally said, as if that explained everything. Given how Kaylin generally felt about magic, it probably did.
She tried to decide whether or not to ask about the Imperial Courier. Caitlin was the best source of information in the office, but if she felt it wasn’t important or relevant to the questioner, she gave away exactly nothing. Since she was bound to find out sooner or later—and probably sooner—she held her tongue.
