Jack considered options as he let the Vision go. The three of them had enough raw


    power to destroy the fort, and kill all of the enemy between them. The guy guarding


    the dungeon might still be able to get to Fass’s uncle while they were ripping the top


    of the place apart.


    And Eric said the fort was important to the Army and shouldn’t be destroyed over


    something like this.


    How did they do things without letting everything get out of hand?


    “I can get inside and get rid of these bandits easy,” said Mister Warner. “I have


    Phantasmo on my watch. It will be nothing for me to get through the walls with him.”


    “I know,” said Jack. “I can punch through the gate if I can get close enough, or fly


    over the wall as the Falcon. We have a lot of options.”


    “I think the best thing would be to get Eric’s uncle out of the way, and find this


    artifact,” said June. “I vote for the phantom infiltration.”


    “I also vote for the phantom infiltration,” said Eric.


    “That’s what we do then,” said Jack. “Do you need some kind of distraction with


    this? I’m going to assume you have plenty of time to fight the whole fort.”


    “Give me five minutes to get inside and explain to the adventurers what’s going on,”


    said Mister Warner. “Then do whatever you plan to do to pull them away from the


    dungeon and toward the gate.”


    “That shouldn’t be a problem,” said Jack. “Go ahead. It’s going to take me five


    minutes to walk up so I can talk to someone.”


    “What am I supposed to do?,” asked June. She frowned at the other champions of


    order.


    “Stand ready with Kami if we need some kind of aid, or use Bond to look at the fort


    from here,” said Jack. “He should have some kind of binoculars you can use, right?”


    “I think I have a rifle with a scope,” said June.


    “Don’t shoot me,” said Jack. “The rest will take care of itself.”


    “I can be a distraction too,” said June. “I can be a better distraction than you.”


    “I would like to see it,” said Jack.


    “Fine,” said June. She took off her jacket to reveal a T-shirt from Gold’s Gym with


    a picture of a weightlifter straining to lift a bar. She handed the jacket to Eric. She


    pulled the front of the shirt out and tied a knot in it. She rolled the bottom of her


    sweat pants up as far as they would go on both legs. She closed her eyes and tried to


    imagine the picture she presented. “Five minutes?”


    “That’s all it’s going to take for me to get rid of the guard in the dungeon,” said


    Mister Warner.


    “If something happens, just get out of there,” said Jack. “I know Kami can wreck the


    fort, but we don’t want anything like that.”


    June ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it out. When she was fighting, she


    bound it in a braid. She hadn’t thought she would need to do that on Reed World.


    “I got it, Jack,” said June. She smiled at her younger brother. “You don’t have to


    worry about me.”


    “I feel like I do,” said Jack.


    “She has to know,” said Mister Warner. “She has to know what this work is like.”


    “I don’t have to like it,” said Jack. He frowned at his sister. “Any real trouble, blow


    up the fort as a distraction. I’ll be there a second later.”


    “I got it, worrywart,” said June. She smiled. She started down the road toward the pile


    of stones in a jog. She hoped she looked frightened to the lookouts on the wall.


    “My turn,” said Mister Warner. “Don’t do anything drastic. I will be cutting the


    bandits down as soon as I clear the dungeon. June will be safe.”


    “I know,” said Jack. “I don’t have to like it.”


    Mister Warner touched his watch. He became a legless floating image of a thing. He


    sank into the ground and headed for the fort.


    “This part is the part I hate the most,” said Jack.


    “She will be fine,” said Eric. “They will want to talk to her at length about why she


    was running down the road. Once she is ready, I am sure she can hold off any normal


    fighter.”


    “I just don’t want to explain all of this to the folks,” said Jack. “There’s no magic


    back home. They are not going to take June running off and getting killed for a


    organization of do-gooders well.”


    “Just keep your eyes open,” said Eric. “If things go bad, you can still do something


    from here.”


    Jack grimaced as he watched the fort. He spotted men on the ramparts pointing at


    June running toward them. He wondered what Mister Warner was doing. He decided


    that he should keep his watch charging in case he needed something to get to the fort


    fast to help June.


    Mister Warner had already shown what he could do with the Dart.


    June stopped running within shouting distance of the wall. She pointed behind her.


    Jack couldn’t make out the words, but he assumed she was saying something like


    bandits or monsters had attacked in the trees.


    What would they do with that news?


    He doubted they were going to send out a party to investigate the claim. Why would


    they? Only real adventurers would do something like that. Bandits would hunker


    down and hope the other group didn’t make a play for their own temporary


    headquarters.


    “Time’s almost up for Mister Warner,” said Eric.


    Three of the five men on the ramparts of the fort’s outer wall fell over the side. That


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    flying arrow doubled back and took the last two watchmen before they could get


    cover, or throw themselves off the wall.


    “It looks like he took the outer guards,” said Jack. “Let’s see if he really took the


    place from the inside.”


    Jack stepped out of the concealing woods. He headed for the fort. He felt better when


    the gate lowered to let them in. He doubted any bandit was going to do that unless


    they thought that June was in on whatever was going on.


    And they wanted to express their displeasure about it.


    June edged forward to look in the central courtyard. She paused at the men holding


    weapons at the main hall.


    The group held June at arm’s length. They looked at the dead bodies littering the


    courtyard. Their rescuer had killed them all in a matter of seconds once he got going.


    Jack joined June at the gate as one of the older men took over and arranged a funeral


    pyre for the dead. They couldn’t let the bodies sit where they lay. That would attract


    too many scavengers.


    “Uncle Errol?,” called Eric. “I got your message and came to see what was going on.”


    “Eric?,” said Errol Fass. He looked at his nephew with one normal eye, and one milky


    one. His mane of white hair retreated from the scowl he wore, and the intenseness of


    his gaze. “I thought the messenger hadn’t got through.”


    “I was going to come down with my party, but the champions of order agreed to help


    me,” said Eric. “Why are you here, Uncle?”


    “I’m looking for a formula for a healing potion,” said Errol. “We have a contract with


    an alchemist to look for it here in Devermore.”


    “Did he tell you about the giant spiders?,” asked Jack.


    “We haven’t seen anything like that,” said Errol. “There wasn’t anything at the local


    town.”


    “I ran into some a long time ago,” said Mister Warner. “They had a tunnel system


    under the fort. I collapsed part of it down to keep them from surfacing and eating


    whomever was stationed here.”


    “We’ve camped here for a bit, and haven’t found what we’re looking for,” said Errol.


    “We were about to call it quits when this crowd showed up and got inside the gate.


    They said they had proper orders from the guild, but when I lowered the drawbridge,


    they attacked us.”


    “Looking for the same elixir formula?,” asked Jack.


    “Yes,” said Errol. “I’m glad they are dead.”


    “Pack up your stuff, and we will give you a lift to Hawk Ridge,” said Jack. “You can


    get checked out there and the Guild will put you up until you are ready to come back


    to look again.”


    “I don’t want to give up like that,” said Errol. “It has to be here.”


    “It doesn’t have to be here,” said Mister Warner. “It doesn’t have to be anywhere.


    Your alchemist might have hired you for something he knew you wouldn’t be able


    to find.”


    “Josie could find it with one of her birds,” said Eric.


    “She’s up north,” said Jack. “But we can call her and see if she can help us from up


    there. Do you want to try that? If it’s not here, I will be glad to arrange for you to


    travel with us back to Hawk Ridge.”


    “This Josie can do what we can’t do without being here?,” asked Errol.


    “She is the terror that flaps in the night,” said Jack.


    “Call her,” said Mister Warner. “Then we can get this show on the road.”


    “All right,” said Jack. He triggered the button for the Enterprise. “Enterprise?”


    “Communication received,” said the machine.


    Jack paused. How far could he reach the Enterprise from the ground? Was it line of


    sight? Was it some kind of magic wave band?


    “Can you connect me to Josie?,” asked Jack. “I need to ask her for a favor.”


    “Connection opened,” said the machine.


    “Jack?,” asked Josie. “What’s going on?”


    “I’m here with Eric Fass’s uncle,” said Jack. “He is looking for a secret formula in


    Fort Devermore. I was wondering if one of your birds would be able to find it for him


    so we can pull out of here without doing something drastic.”


    “I can try,” said Josie. “Secret formula?”


    “Yep,” said Jack.


    “All right,” said Josie. “Let me change. I’ll send something to look for it. Hold the


    line open, Enterprise.”


    “Affirmative,” said the machine.


    A few moments later, a firebird flew out of the com band. The adventurers had


    expected some kind of magic, but they were still taken aback by the screaming


    phoenix.


    “Follow it, Juni,” said Jack. “See where it goes.”


    June called on Deku and chased after the bird. No matter how fast it flew, she could


    still chase it because she was faster.


    It led her to a portion of the floor under an empty shelf. She pushed the shelf out of


    the way, and saw the bird descend through the floor. She punched that section of the


    floor and revealed a tunnel. She dropped down the tunnel, using her braced feet to


    slow her descent. She fell into a wide open space and landed with a roll to ride out the


    impact.


    “This can’t be good,” said June. She looked around, her vision improving in the light


    from above. She saw tons of cobwebs floating in the breeze. She grimaced at the fact


    that she might be facing the same type of spider that Mister Warner had mentioned


    upstairs.


    The firebird came to rest on a skeleton in a heap next to the cavern wall. It had a pack


    on the ground next to it. The spell burst apart when it knew that June knew where the


    object of its search was.


    June crept toward the bones. She looked in every direction as she moved. The last


    thing she wanted to do was fight giant spiders on their home ground.


    She decided that she needed to switch bodies if she wanted to get out of the cave. She


    would grab the formula and then switch to Kami. The magician should be able to lift


    her out of the hunting ground she was in fairly easily.


    She didn’t like the idea of giant spiders sneaking up on her to turn her into a giant


    snack. That was not something she was prepared to deal with at the moment.


    And she was less prepared to tell Jack he was right about her not being able to handle


    this new job she had talked herself into. He would gloat about it for years. She wasn’t


    going to give him that satisfaction.


    It was better to beat him at his own game.


    June looked around before she committed to searching the pack of the skeleton. She


    found papers and a sample bottle. She backed away from the bones. She could see the


    webs around her shifting. Something was coming to talk to her about her trespassing.


    She jogged over to the opening in the ceiling of the cave. She changed personas,


    causing the papers and the bottle to disappear as long as she was Kami. She needed


    to get out of the hole she was in.


    She talked to the spirits in the webbing surrounding her. She asked them to change


    their purpose enough to help her climb out of the hole. The strands bunched together


    and threw themselves up through the hole in the ceiling. She tugged on the makeshift


    rope she had put together and found it was anchored up on the surface. She asked for


    the rope to pulled her up on its own.


    Something moved as she ascended. She had no doubt she had glimpsed a giant spider.


    It was huge and fast. She might have to turn and fight it. She decided that she could


    just seal it off again.


    She brushed the stone in the tunnel with her hand as she climbed. She willed for the


    stone to defy itself and stretch across the opening below her. That stopped some of


    the danger.


    She had thought the job would be a little exciting, but being eaten by giant spiders


    was a little too exciting.


    She pulled herself out of the hole. She reached out and sealed the floor again by


    grabbing several spirits of bricks and asking them to help her out. She moved the


    shelf back in place and glued it to the spot.


    “I hope you’re worth it,” said June, looking at the recovered goods when she let Kami


    go.


    “How did it go, Juni?,” asked Jack. He looked around, hand on his watch.


    “The bird went right for this,” said June. She held up the items. “There was a skeleton


    down there, and some webs everywhere. I think I saw a giant spider before I made my


    way back up.”


    “All right,” said Jack. “Let’s get away from this place as fast as we can.”


    “How do I know this is the right thing?,” asked Errol. His nephew shook his head at


    the question.


    “Drink some of it,” said Jack. “We’ll make sure if your insides rot out that you’ll get


    a decent funeral.”


    “What kind of adventurer are you?,” asked Errol.


    “The kind that doesn’t chase giant spiders in the dark so they will bite me,” said Jack.


    “Get your stuff together. We’re pulling out of here, and you’re going to Hawk Ridge


    until your fee is collected. Chop chop!”


    “I don’t like you,” said Errol.


    Ding went Jack’s head. Mister Warner nodded that he had got the same thing. June


    frowned.


    “I have jobs to do,” said Jack. “Let’s get it together. I have to get started on those.”