A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

Beddict.'
    Tehol's brows rose. 'Will that be painful?'
    Onyx leered and whispered, 'Restrain your impatience, Tehol Beddict. You'll get an answer to that soon enough.'
    'Is it wise to threaten a potential employer?'
    'I don't see why not,' Onyx replied.
    'Your knowledge of our operations is alarming,' Ormly said. 'We don't like it.'
    'I assure you, I have only admiration for your endeavours. In fact, my contract offer is dependent upon the fullest range of the guild's activities. I could not make it without prior knowledge, could I?'
    'How do we know?' Ormly asked. 'We've yet to hear it.'
    'I'm getting there.'
    The door behind them opened and the woman who was in all likelihood the Chief Investigator strode in past Tehol and Bugg. Stepping carefully, she took position on the far right of the table, arms crossing as she leaned against the wall.
    Onyx spoke. 'Chief Investigator Rucket, we have in our presence a dangerous liability.'
    The woman, tall, lithe, her reddish hair cut short, was dressed in pale leathers, the clothing South Nerek in style, as if she had just come from the steppes. Although, of course, the nearest steppes were a hundred or more leagues to the east. She appeared to be unarmed. Her eyes, a startling tawny shade that looked more feline than human, slowly fixed on Tehol. 'Him?'
    'Who else?' Onyx snapped. 'Not his manservant, surely!'
    'Why not?' Rucket drawled. 'He looks to be the more dangerous one.'
    'I'd agree,' Bubyrd said in a hiss. 'He poked my secretary in the eyes.'
    Scint started. 'Really? Just like that?' He held up a hand and stretched out the first two fingers, then jabbed the air. 'Like that? Poke! Like that?'
    'Yes,' Bubyrd replied, glaring at Bugg. 'He revealed the illusion! What's the point of creating illusions when he just ups and pokes holes in them!'
    Tehol swung to his manservant. 'Bugg, are we going to get out of here alive?'
    'Hard to say, master.'
    'All because you poked that secretary in the eyes?'
    Bugg shrugged.
    'Touchy, aren't they?'
    'So it seems, master. Best get on with the offer, don't you think?'
    'Good idea. Diversion, yes indeed.'
    'You idiots,' Onyx said. 'We can hear you!'
    'Excellent!' Tehol stepped forward, carefully, so as to avoid crushing the seething carpet of rats. Gentle nudging aside with the toe of his moccasin seemed to suffice. 'To wit. I need every tribal refugee in the city ushered out. Destination? The islands. Particular islands, details forthcoming. I need full resources shipped ahead of them, said supplies to be purchased by myself. You will work with Bugg here on the logistics. Second, I understand you are conducting an investigation into disappearances for the Crown. No doubt you're telling them nothing of your findings. I, on the other hand, want to know those findings. Third, I want my back protected. In a short while, there will be people who will want to kill me. You are to stop them. Thus, my contract offer. Half a peak and a list of safe investments, and as to that last point, I suggest you follow my financial advice to the letter and swallow the expense—'
    'You want to be our financial adviser?' Onyx asked in clear disbelief. 'Those losses—'
    'Could have been avoided, had we been engaged in a closer relationship back then, such as the one we are about to enter into.'
    'What about those refugees who are Indebted?' Ormly asked. 'Having them all disappear could cause another crash in the Tolls.'
    'It won't, because the trickle is to be so slow that no-one notices—'
    'How could they not notice?'
    'They will be ... distracted.'
    'You've got something ugly planned, haven't you, Tehol Beddict?' Ormly's small eyes glittered. 'Meaning what happened the first time wasn't no accident. Wasn't incompetence neither. You just found yourself with a string in your hand, which you then tugged to see how much would unravel. You know what you're telling us? You're telling us you're the most dangerous man in Lether. Why would we ever let you walk out of this chamber?'
    'Simple. This time I'm taking my friends with me. So the question is, are you my friends?'
    'And what if our Chief Investigator investigates you right here and right now?'
    'My scheme is already under way, Champion Ormly, whether I stay alive or not. It's going to happen. Of course, if I die, then nobody escapes what's coming.'
    'Hold on,' Onyx said. 'You said something about expense. You becoming our financial adviser is going to cost us?'
    'Well, naturally.'
    'How much?'
    'A quarter