Plague

of speed. And he won’t tire as fast as we will. Hills don’t bother him, so he can go right over the hills, a straight line.”
    “Yeah,” Dekka admitted. “That makes sense. And don’t get me wrong, Jack’s become a hero and all. But is that enough? I’ve done the math, same as you have. Orc and Jack and Brianna?”
    “There are two who could do it,” Sam said. “Caine. He might be able to do it.”
    Dekka snarled. “Caine?”
    “Either him or Little Pete,” Sam said.
    “Little Pete?” Jack looked puzzled.
    Sam sighed. “Little Pete. He’s not exactly just Astrid’s autistic brother.” He explained briefly while Toto added a chorus of “Sam believes that’s true” remarks.
    “How do we get Little Pete to do anything?” Dekka asked.
    “The last time Little Pete felt mortal danger he made the FAYZ,” Sam said. “He needs to be in mortal danger again.”
    Jack and Dekka exchanged a wary look, each wondering what the other had known or guessed about Little Pete.
    “Little Pete?” Jack asked. “That little kid has that kind of power?”
    “Yes,” Sam said simply. “Next to Pete, me, Caine, all of us, we’re like . . . like popguns compared to a cannon. We don’t even know what the limits of his powers are,” Sam said. “What we do know is we can’t communicate with him very well. We can’t even guess what he’s thinking.”
    “Little Pete,” Dekka muttered and shook her head. “I knew he was important, I got that a long time ago. But he can do that? He has that kind of power?” She pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, “I see why you kept it secret. It’s like having a nuclear weapon in the hands of, well, a little autistic kid.”
    Sam stood up, winced as he rested his weight on his hurt heel. He put his hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Tell Edilio to get Caine, if they can do it in time. If not, Jack, you go and get Little Pete.”
    “And do what with Little Pete?” Jack asked, obviously horrified at the entire idea and still getting his head around the fact that the little boy was the most powerful being in their universe.
    Sam knew the answer. He knew what might be the only winning move. He had told Brittney he wasn’t a cold-blooded killer. He wasn’t. And this wasn’t even his job anymore, was it?
    And yet . . . And yet he could see a possible solution.
    “You pick him up, Jack. Carry him to the closest one of those bugs you can find.”
    “Yeah?” Jack asked in a quavering voice.
    “Toss him to the bug,” Sam said.
    • • •
    Drake’s whip was curled around the mandible of the largest of the creatures, now racing toward the south, away from the lake. He had to lean almost flat forward to stay on, legs spread behind him.
    Where was Sam Temple? They should have caught him by now if he had come this way.
    Bring me Nemesis.
    The voice in Drake’s head was louder, more insistent than it had ever been.
    With his free hand he pounded the side of his head, trying to knock it away, trying to silence that insistent demand.
    Bring him to me.
    In his mind’s eye he saw Coates, his old school, his former home. The grim, Gothic main building, the gloomy vale around it, the iron gate. The picture was his own memory but it was the Darkness demanding he look at it, see it, and understand.
    Nemesis was there. There!
    Bring him!
    But Drake had other needs. His overlord might need this Nemesis, whatever that was, but he, Drake, had an equally powerful need: to kill Sam Temple.
    Sam Temple had cost him his arm. He had destroyed his old life, left him trapped in this disgusting union with Brittney Pig.
    Sam, who had kept him caged like an animal.
    And now Sam had escaped death again. Beaten Drake again. And he was nowhere in sight, gone!
    “Sam!” Drake howled in frustration. “Sam!”
    The bug moved quickly and the wind snatched Drake’s cry away, but he howled at the night again. “Sam! I’m coming to kill you!”
    No answer. And no sight of Sam or the others. Surely they would be rushing back to Perdido Beach, and yet they were nowhere in view and with each passing second Drake could be moving farther from them.
    Bring me Nemesis!
    No. Nemesis could wait. Drake served the Darkness but he was not just some errand boy. He had his own needs.
    If he couldn’t catch Sam out here in the open, then he would beat him to Perdido Beach. He would be waiting when Sam got there. Waiting with whip wrapped around Astrid.
    His mind flooded with pictures, lovely pictures of Sam