“A guevo. I survived. And you—you got out.”
“I had a stroke of good fortune,” said Setrakian. He looked at the others. “But what of your friend? The sick one. You did what you had to do?”
Gus winced, remembering. “Si. I did what I had to do. And I’ve been fucking doing it ever since.”
Angel dug into a knapsack on his shoulder, and Fet readied his nail gun. “Easy, big bear,” he said.
Angel pulled out the silver case recovered from the pawnshop. Gus went and took it from him, opening it, removing the card inside, and handing it to the pawnbroker.
It contained Fet’s address.
Setrakian noticed that the case was dented and blackened, one corner warped from heat.
Gus told him, “They sent a crew for you. Used smoke cover to attack in daytime. They were all over your shop when we got there.” Gus nodded to the others. “We had to blow up your place to get out of there with our blood still red.”
Setrakian showed only a flicker of regret, passing quickly. “So—you have joined the fight.”
“Who, me?” said Gus, brandishing his silver blade. “I am the fight. Been flushing ’em out these past few days—way too many to count.”
Setrakian looked more closely at Gus’s weapon, showing concern. “Where, may I ask, did you get such well-made arms?”
“From the fucking source,” said Gus. “They came for me when I was still in handcuffs, running from the law. Pulled me right off the street.”
Setrakian’s expression turned dark. “Who are ‘they?’”
“Them. The old ones.”
Setrakian said, “The Ancients.”
“Holy Jesus,” said Fet.
Setrakian motioned to him to be patient. “Please,” he said to Gus. “Explain.”
Gus did so, recounting the Ancients’ offer, that they were holding his mother, and how he had recruited the Sapphires out of Jersey City to work at his side as day hunters.
“Mercenaries,” said Setrakian.
Gus took that as a compliment. “We’re mopping the floor with milk blood. A tight hit squad, good vampire killers. Vampire shitkickers, more like it.”
Angel nodded. He liked this kid.
“The Ancients,” Gus said. “They feel that this is all a concerted attack. Breaking their breeding rules, risking exposure. Shock and Awe, I guess…”
Fet coughed out a laugh. “You guess? You’re joking. No? You fucking dropout assassins have no idea what’s going down here. You don’t even know whose side you’re really on.”
“Hold, please.” Setrakian silenced Fet with a hand, thinking. “Do they know that you have come to me?”
“No,” said Gus.
“They will soon. And they will not be pleased.” Setrakian put up his hands, reassuring the confused Gus. “Fret not. It is all a big mess, a bad situation for anyone with red blood in their veins. I am very glad you sought me out again.”
Fet had learned to like the brightness that came into the old man’s eyes when he was getting an idea. It helped Fet relax a little.
Setrakian said to Gus, “I think perhaps there is something you can do for me.”
Gus shot a cutting look at Fet, as though saying, Take that. “Name it,” he said to Setrakian. “I owe you plenty.”
“You will take my friend and me to the Ancients.”