"There you are, you stupid turd! Finally!" growled tall Hans to Leiber-sensei, who'd backed up against a table and turned pale.

"What the hell…??" said broad Oki, staring around at their audience. "What are these kids doing here? That jerk Akabane didn't say anything about kids."

"Never mind, just grab him."

Oki strode forward and did so, yanking Leiber-sensei around, doing something with the policeman's baton he carried in his hand, and hauling the scientist's arm up behind his back. Leiber-sensei yelped.

"Let him go!" cried their mother through the glass.

Hans's head turned, and his eyes narrowed. "I'll say what the hell! It's that bitch Sato! They must have woken her up. Isn't this the jackpot! Grab her too, Oki!"

"You'll have to. My hands are full," snapped his companion. Leiber-sensei tried to resist by going limp, and almost succeeded in slithering out of his captor's grip, but Oki jerked him upright once more, freed the hand with the baton, and slapped it with a loud electric pop against Leiber-sensei's thigh. Leiber-sensei yelled really loud. With a surprised gasp, Oki flinched and almost let him go, as the electric jolt evidently traveled through his victim's body and bit his gripping hand. But he renewed his clutch before the shuddering scientist could escape it.

Hans strode toward the booth and hit the lock control; the door slid back, and air puffed out.

"No!" said Jin, panicking so much that his vision blurred. "She's not supposed to come out yet! She'll get sick!"

"She's going to be a lot sicker when Akabane gets done with her," Hans snarled. He lunged for their mother, who hopped up and across the bed, and almost made it around the end to the door and freedom before he lunged again, caught her by the arm, and swung her against the glass wall with a sickening thud. He manhandled her out of the booth, stumbling, her long hair tumbling down all over.

"No, you can't have my mommy!" screamed Mina. "We just got her back!" She grabbed the folding chair, flopped it shut, and swung it as hard as she could. She might have been trying to hit the security chief in the stomach, but Mina was pretty short, and her aim was rather blind, as she whirled around. Instead, the chair legs took him square in the crotch-but not quite hard enough.

He bent over, saying really horrible words, but didn't let go of their mother's arm. With his other fist, he backhanded Mina, who fell on her butt, crying. Their mother tried to kick him, more accurately than Mina had, but she was barefooted and frighteningly breathless. "How dare…?you touch…?my children, you…?horrible murderer!"

Remembering the blood running down Vorlynkin's face, Jin dodged around the table where Nefertiti stood stiff-legged, wings flapping, fur on end in a dark ridge running down her back, tail lashing, and shrieking incoherently. He grabbed her up and flung her at Oki, who was closest. The wide man yelled, waving his snapping and popping stick but only connecting with wing feathers, which scorched with a dreadful stink. Nefertiti leaped off him, shredding his jacket but only getting in one shallow bleeding scratch on his thick neck. Leiber-sensei broke from his grip, though. The scientist lurched and limped, dodging out of the way of the swinging baton.

"Oh, for God's sake!" said Hans. "Akabane didn't say we'd have to capture a damned tribe!" As Jin made a head-down rush with some wild idea of head-butting him in the stomach, Hans shoved their mother away hard, so she fell and skidded on the floor next to Mina, who scrambled to reach her. The tall man grabbed for Jin instead, catching him by the hair and swinging him around. Jin yelled, tears of pain starting in his eyes. He heard a strange snick by his ear, and looked down cross-eyed to glimpse a steel blade at least fifteen centimeters long glint past his face and lodge below his upraised chin.

"Everybody, freeze!" bellowed Chief Hans.

Everybody did. Hans added impatiently, "Not you, Oki!"

"Hans, no, he's just a kid!"

"After the day we've had, don't push me."

The belief and terror in Oki's face convinced the others that this was no bluff as nothing else could have, Jin thought. He could feel the edge pressing into his skin, and strands of hair popping from his stretched scalp.

"All right," said Hans. The big chest against which Jin was now pressed heaved for air, and maybe for balance. Could the big man actually be frightened, too? That was a weird thought, and not reassuring. "Behave, all of you, or I'll cut the damn kid's throat, got it? You, quit wriggling!" He shook Jin's head back and forth by the hair.

Jin's mother, still on the floor, glared up cold and furious, but said in a voice sharp with dread, "Jin, hold still!"

Jin could see Leiber-sensei swallow. The limping sphinx had taken refuge in the shadows under a table, where she crouched and mumbled piteously, "Foes, foes, hurts, aowt, hum, hurts!" That, and people breathing, were the only sounds in the windowless room.

Hans straightened. "That's better. Now, you, kid, stuff your hands in your pockets." Jin, after a glance at his mother, complied. "You, Sato, stand up. You too, Doctor, and put your hands on top your head. Sato, take the mini-bitch by the hand with your right hand. Now, you're all going to march out in file, and Oki with his stick will keep you all in line. Set it on high, Oki!"

The broad man gulped, nodded, fiddled with the control in the base of the handle.

"Now, you all follow Oki out the door and turn right. Sato first, Leiber next, then me."

Their mother, her face utterly still and intent, grasped Mina's hand convulsively; they both stood up together. Her bare feet moved soundlessly on the floor, her padded robe flapping around her calves. Mina, sniffling and scared, trotted alongside. Leiber-sensei would have looked silly with his arms up like that, as if he were playing some toddler's rhyming game about touching your nose and ears and head, if he weren't so grim and pale and shivering. Jin waited for the grip on his hair to slacken, the knife edge to press less deeply, so that he could twist away and run, but the big fists holding him didn't ease.

They followed the others out into the corridor, Jin's feet barely touching the floor as he was yanked along, and turned right. They took maybe three steps toward the end stairs.

A bellow from behind them, Armsman Roic's deep voice: "Halt!"

Chief Hans whirled, still holding Jin in front of him. Up the corridor from the other end-stairs strode Roic-san, with Miles-san running at his elbow and Raven-sensei sort of dodging behind him. Roic raised his right arm, something in his fist too blurred for Jin's pain-teared eyes to make out. His expression was very strange, cool and remote, like no expression at all.

Jin felt his captor flinch. The knife edge bit harder. Hans yelled back, "You again! Drop that damned stuh-"

A white light flared from Roic-san's hand, and a strange buzzing noise. The world, or maybe it was Jin's head, seemed to explode in a jagged shower of colored rain. The rain turned black, and drowned him deep.