Chapter 89: Chapter 84

Rayna jogged over to me at Axle and Jada’s door. “Boss, yarsps at the wall. Need to go!”

I nodded at her. “Go, I’ll join you soon. Grab weapons and shields on your way out, I want BlueCleave to have all the personal shields.”

She nodded at me, grasped my forearm, and turned to run back to the surface. I saw her stop and strip a shield belt off one of the delves I had killed.

With a quick sigh, I went into the room again. Dr. Miles rose from Axle’s side to greet me.

“Ah, Tyson. Excellent,” he began, before pausing to take in my new outfit. “I see you’ve survived your encounter with the delves. Nasty business, glad you came through it.”

I nodded dismissively, looking past him to Axle. “How is he, doc?”

“Your friend will be fine. He was tortured, that’s the worst of it. I suggest a priest of BuyMort if you have one around, they act as therapists for most affiliates,” Dr. Miles said.

I blinked, looking at the wounded Knowle on the floor. He looked weak, with his head leaned against Jada’s breasts. She was holding him close, stroking the fur on his head.

“Tell me about what happened,” I said to Dr. Miles.

He blinked in confusion but shrugged and began. “Well, she used a knife. Clean, no poisons or toxins, no malicious nanites, etc. Just a knife. But she cut him dozens of times. There’s evidence of some limited blunt force trauma, mostly around the head, so I assume she struck him as well, likely with the knife handle.”

The doctor was keeping his voice low, but I could see Jada’s ears twitching as he spoke, so I held up a hand and stopped him. “What can you do for him doc? He’s hurting.”

“That’s primarily a bad shock reaction, he will come out of it on his own.” Dr. Miles raised an eyebrow. “I could give him an advanced injection to aid with the recovery, but it’s quite expensive.”

“Do it,” I said immediately. “We’ll figure out your bill later, I just want him better.”

Dr. Miles nodded, immediately turning to his kit, and rummaging through its compartments. He produced a small ampule, uncovered its needle tip, and leaned down to whisper to Axle and Jada before injecting him in the side of the neck. He scanned the ampule with his phone, and pocketed the empty item.

Within a couple of seconds, Axle was blinking his eyes and looking around the room more. He sighed and pushed himself up, nuzzling Jada. The Knowle looked at me and nodded, a grim expression on his canid features.

“I’m sorry, Axle. This was my fault,” I said, before removing my helmet.

The Knowle sighed and shook his head. “Thank you for taking responsibility, but you did not attempt to extract information from me with a knife.”

I glanced at Taytrinn’s corpse and idly wondered how much dark elf bodies sold for.

Axle followed my gaze and shook his head again, standing with a small groan. Jada moved to help him stand, but he gently pushed her away. “I’m alright now, my love, don’t worry. The doctor does good work.”

Dr. Miles smiled and began cleaning up his kit. The interdimensional pod was still standing by, in a far corner of the darkened room, waiting to return the doctor and his bodyguards to wherever they had come from.

“I will be ready for work again soon,” Axle said. He clutched at one side and still breathed heavily, so I shook my head at him.

“Go home and rest, please. Yes, I need you, but I need you healed first,” I said.

One of the guards at the door jerked to attention, glaring out into the hallway with wide, alarmed eyes. “Boss!” he shouted.

Dr. Miles raised his head and glared at the bodyguard.

“Somethin’ coming!” The orc took a step back and primed his weapon.

I felt it before I saw it, but the sensation of electrical disturbance in the air was familiar enough to make my blood run cold. “Drop your weapons!” I shouted at the door guards.

Both glanced at me, but ignored my words, as Quadrum the beholder hovered into place outside the main door.

Axle and Jada both gasped, and their jaws dropped open.

“BEHOLD!” Quadrum announced. The beholder hovered forward, sparking as they phased through the wall and entered the room with us.

Eyestalks extended from the hardened rings around the beholder’s core and reached out to the stunned guards on either side of Quadrum. “SLEEP!” the beholder roared, and the eyestalks flashed.

Both guards fell as if boneless, landing in crumpled heaps. The beholder touched both men’s foreheads with another tentacle. “FORGET!” A small surge of brilliant crimson energy lanced through the vein structure on either man’s forehead.

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Dr. Miles took a shaky breath and a few steps back, coming to a stop against the far wall. “That can’t be real, that’s not real, those aren’t real,” he chattered to himself, as he sank to his backside on the concrete.

Quadrum approached and reached an eyestalk toward the doctor. “SLEEP!” Dr. Miles slumped against the wall in a comfortable pose, chin resting on his chest.

Another tentacle touched his forehead. “FORGET!”

As soon as the beholder let go, the BuyMort pod zipped over, warped away all three of the sleeping people in a cascade of dazzling rainbow light, and then vanished in a fart of burnt ozone.

Quadrum turned toward me, and I braced myself.

“BEHOLD!” the beholder roared.

I nodded. “Hi Quadrum. Nice to see you. Did that thing you asked for.” I retracted my atomic breaker gauntlets, which caused a fine snow-shower of white dried blood flakes.

The great central eye fixated on me, as all of his other eyestalks focused on Axle. “BEHOLD! THE MIND I SEEK!”

I shrugged. “Yeah, no worries. Anytime.”

Axle blinked rapidly, shook his head, and stood up. “You must be Quadrum. I am honored to meet you, and the repository of knowledge that you represent.”

The central eye, collapsing star, or whatever it was in the center of Quadrum suddenly swiveled to fixate fully on Axle. Instead of roaring, the beholder reached a gentle tendril forward. “BE HEALED!”

Axle didn’t hesitate, he reached out a paw and made contact. With a flash of green light, his wounds healed, instantly sealing on themselves and erasing even a hint of scarring. The sutures Dr. Miles had just put into him dropped out, and I grimaced at the thought of the bill.

A crimson thread of light ran through his paw as they maintained contact, and he closed his eyes in concentration. “Yes, of course. I will explain in your absence,” the Knowle muttered.

The beholder blinked, a swirl of flame and energy cascading across the central eye. Then they released Axle, backed away into the hallway, and tore open a rift in space time. Quadrum glanced back at me, and at Axle, and vanished into the twinkling nebula behind the rift’s ragged edges.

Axle turned to face me and raised both paws, as the rift in the hallway sealed itself. “We will uncover great mysteries together, you and I. Suffice to say that in addition to my current work with your affiliate, I will be performing duties as Quadrum’s research assistant for the foreseeable future.” He pointed to Taytrinn’s body.

“Do not sell any delves, or any of their items. There is a great danger in slaughtering a house of delves, even what appears to have been a lesser house. We must carefully dispose of these remains and break down their goods for anonymous sale.” The Knowle waved a hand as he finished. “Refresh your MortBlock now, that will help me categorize everything.”

I blinked and nodded, fishing the device out of my bag. “Okay. Sounds good, you’re in charge of all that then. How are you feeling, Axle?” I pressed the button to scan the area, including everything on and below Silken Sands.

The Knowle sighed, chuckled, and turned away to embrace Jada again. “Grateful. To you both, thank you.” He leaned on Jada, and she smiled, nipping his lower jaw.

“You should get home and get some rest if you can. Or stay down here if you can find a clean room. It’s probably quieter, there’s yarsps up there already,” I said, turning to leave.

Axle shook his head. “No, I feel surprisingly energetic. Whatever Quadrum did for me, it healed my exhaustion as well as my wounds. I want to work, there is much to be done.”

I stopped at the doorway, gripping the concrete. “Alright, up to you. I haven’t checked on our morties for a while, but I assume after the doc they’re low. I kind of just carte-blanche that guy whenever he shows up.”

The Knowle took stock of the room he was in and nodded. “I will begin an assessment at once.”

“Okay. Jada?” I asked.

She had been staring at Axle but shook her head and blinked when she looked over at me. “I must stay, commune with my mate.”

I nodded. “When you guys are done, then.”

Both Knowles nodded at me, and I left. 

I had some yarsps to deal with.

 

 

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