Rick’s shoulders hunched and he went still as a hunting cat, the coffeepot in one hand, mug in the other. To him, I said, “You need to call your experts back and tell them about the Old Ones. And they need to understand that they are very, very old, and very, very,verydangerous. They are not to be touched or stimulated or... or anything. At all.”
Rick set down the pot and his mug and pulled his cell. He made a note, not asking who I had talked to. I figured he knew, so I didn’t offer, but it would be in my report. What wouldn’t be in the report was the fact that I had told Jane Yellowrock everything about the situation up here, even the classified things that no one was supposed to talk about outside of PsyLED. I had only met Jane twice, but she had a good head on her shoulders and knew a lot about paranormal things and creatures. And she was trustworthy with secrets, maybe because she carried her own.
Thomas Jefferson’s quote about lying becoming habitual seemed like a mighty truth, and I was clearly racing down that particular road to hell myself. But keeping secrets meant lies, and my job meant keeping secrets. I was trapped in a catch-22 from which there was no escape except back into the life I had lived before. Alone. Or full speed ahead into the life of a liar, with people I liked. There wasn’t much contest. At all.
“Old Ones?” Rick asked.
“Old Ones are the name given to... let’s call them magical intelligences buried deeply in the earth. They live in all sorts of places, from deserts to oceans, but they are most accessible along mountain ranges.”
“Old Ones,” Tandy said, snapping his fingers as if understanding. “The concept that giant snakes live beneath the earth and when they move that’s when we get earthquakes.”
“Yes and no,” I said. “Some ancient peoples did have a belief system about snakes and earthquakes, but the Cherokee have the concept that the Old Ones are... more along the lines of ancient gods, or ancient creation spirits. Jane Yellowrock said it might have something to do with the Hebrew concept of a plural godhead, so that when creation took place it was ‘In the beginning, God...’ and the ancient word for God was Elohim, which was plural. And then ‘Let us make man in our own image.’ Again plural. And some of the elder Cherokee seem to think that the Old Ones were part of God that was left behind in the earth and that to disturb them will bring about the end of the world. According to Jane, there are other Tribal American explanations and myths for the Old Ones, but... they are real. I felt them.”
“How likely is it that this MED is related to the Old Ones?” Rick asked.
“I... It could be. I don’t know.”
“Okay. Until we know, we’ll continue this investigation as if we are looking for someone or something that deliberately or accidentally caused this working. And try to stop them. And stop the working. Those three things are primary. Find the perpetrator, stop her, and stop the working. Bringing charges has to take a backseat to stopping it. Understand?”
We all nodded and no one commented on the female pronoun. Fewer than one percent of witches were male. And with the woman’s voice in the earth, our unknown witch was a female. Rick continued. “JoJo has been working to narrow down the companies that might be capable of an MED. Nell started with six companies. JoJo ended up with three. Jo?”
“Nell started with a couple dozen companies and narrowed it to Alocam, Inc., LuseCo Visions, C-Corp Development, Kamines Future Products, and two ‘black companies’ who operate within the Paranormal Congressional Oversight Committee, with congressional funds and approval, Rosco J. Moose, Inc., and San-Inc. I ruled out Rosco and San-Inc, two companies under the same ownership umbrella, a single family, both companies working on propulsion devices and R&D for space travel. Neither has interest in psysitopes.” JoJo turned her tablet around so we could see. “Then I used Nell’s center of the magical circle idea and ruled out two others, leaving us with LuseCo Visions and Kamines Future Products. I put in a few calls up the line and word came back downto visit both, that both companies have witches on payroll or as consultants and both are interested in new energy sources, especially self-perpetuating ones. LuseCo is working on some kind of self-perpetuating energy source, and Kamines is working on something calledStrom. NotStorm.Strom. No information available on either research project.”
“Nell, can you tell us what to look for?” Rick asked.
“Lainie,” I said, using the diminutive of her name, “what do you see when you do a working?”
“Not much. Colors sometimes. Spots of light moving.” She sounded surprised at the question. “Well, unless a visual display is part of the working. They didn’t teach you that at Spook School?”
“They did, but it isn’t true. Jane Yellowrock can see magics. All of the visual and non-human-visual range. She can actually see them working.” Rick’s breath hitched slightly before smoothing. “Her animal forms can too, which means some animals can see magical energies, normally, just like the werecats can see bodily fluids in the dark, normally, but we can’t. And I can see magical energies, at least underground.” I frowned. “Could you do something magical, right now, so I can watch?”
“What? Set off a prepared spell? Sure.” She tilted her coffee cup and let a few drops splash onto the tabletop, then pulled a carved moonstone disc about the size and shape of a quarter from a pocket and spun it across the table. The coffee disappeared. She snapped up the disc.
I saw nothing. No colored lights, no shadows, nothing, not even the coffee, which disappeared, leaving only a mist hanging above the table. I tuned them out, half hearing them as I thought about what I saw underground when I communed with the land.
“That, you pitiful, mundane people,” T. Laine said as I thought, “was a little cleanupevaporate and concealspell that I keep handy for when I spill coffee on myself. And before you ask, it’s hard to make, time-consuming, and no, I will not make one for you. The only reason I used it now is that it was getting weak and needed to be recharged anyway.”
“Getting weak,” I said. “The energies dissipate?”
“Totally. Always. A self-perpetuating form of magic, outside of a magical being like anarcenciel, is an impossibility, just like human life without food and water is an impossibility. The people researching it are wasting man-hours and money.”
“Hmmm,” I murmured.
“Is there aconcealworking for blood?” Rick asked, his tone mild.
“Yeah. Ditto on the not making you one.”
“Maybe you need to make somerevealworkings. Just in case someone has access to a blood-hiding spell,” he said.
“I can, but there’s no need,” T. Laine said. “You got cat noses. No matter what we do, witches can’t get rid of the lingering scents. The table here?” She pointed. “Still smells of coffee. People may not be able to smell it, but cats can.”
“Back on track,” Rick said. “Jo, we have LuseCo Visions and Kamines Future Products. What do we know about them?”
“Not much. Both are privately held companies. They do energy research and they are not tied in with TVA, so we can’t ask the authority to just go busting in and demand info.”
“Everything about energy in Tennessee is tied in with the Tennessee Valley Authority,” Rick said.
“Nope. Not these companies. And they got security up the ying-yang.”
