farther onto the barrel and pushed the first coconut into the muzzle. It slid down the smooth shaft a little too easily. The second one was harder to stuff in, though. Good! It needed to be. Finally, with the recharging whine hitting a crescendo, she rammed the last one down the gullet of the barrel, forcing it in. It was just large enough to plug it completely. Then, at the last second, she jumped.
This time there was no delay between explosion and sound. The ends of her hair singed. Shrapnel shredded the palm leaves around her. She hit the ground, and Faraday dove on top of her to protect her. Another explosion, along with heat that she thought would ignite their flesh… but then it faded, resolving into twangs of dying metal and the acrid smell of burning insulation. When they looked back, the turret was gone, and the tower was nothing but red-hot wreckage.
“Well done,” said Faraday. “Well done.”
But Munira knew they hadn’t been fast enough, and all they would find washing up on their shores would be the dead.
* * *
Loriana was in a stairwell when the blast came and ripped a hole in the ship, knocking her to the deck.
“May I have your attention, please…,” said the ship’s automated voice, with far less conviction than the moment called for. “Please make your way to the nearest safety pod and abandon ship at your earliest possible convenience. Thank you.”
The ship began to keel to starboard as Loriana raced back up to the wheelhouse, hoping she’d be able to grasp the situation more clearly from up there.
Director Hilliard was standing before the navigation console. Shrapnel had shattered a window, and there was a cut on her forehead. She had a vague look about her, as if she were wandering the wheelhouse of a dream.
“Director Hilliard, we have to go!”
There was a second blast as another ship was hit. The vessel exploded midship, the bow and stern rising like a twig snapped in half.
Hilliard stared in stunned disbelief. “Was this the Thunderhead’s plan all along?” she muttered. “We’re useless to the world now. The Thunderhead couldn’t kill us, so did it sent us to a place where it knew we would be killed?”
“The Thunderhead wouldn’t do that!” Loriana said.
“How do you know, Loriana? How do you know?”
She didn’t—but clearly the Thunderhead had no eyes on this place, which meant it didn’t know what to expect any more than they did.
Another blast. Another ship hit. Their own vessel was foundering, and it wouldn’t be long before the sea swallowed it.
“Come with me, Director,” said Loriana. “We have to get to the safety pods before it’s too late.”
When Loriana arrived at the pods with Hilliard in tow, the main deck was flooding. Several pods had already ejected; others were too damaged to use. Agent Qian lay deadish and badly burned in the corner. Not deadish, but dead. There’d be no way to revive him out here.
There was one pod left, overstuffed with maybe a dozen agents who were unable to close the door because of a damaged hinge. It would have to be closed manually from the outside.
“Make room for the director!” Loriana said.
“There’s no room left,” someone inside shouted.
“Too bad.” Loriana shoved the director in, forcing her into the crush of bodies.
“Loriana—now you,” said Hilliard. But clearly there was no space left for her. Seawater was pooling around her ankles now. Before the pod could flood, Loriana grabbed the door and, struggling against the bent hinge, closed it. Then she waded to the manual-launch mechanism; slammed down the release button, which launched the pod into the sea; and then dove in after it.
It was hard to keep her head above surface so close to the sinking vessel, but she gasped what air she could and swam for all she was worth to put some distance between her and the dying vessel. Meanwhile, the pod’s engine kicked in, and it began to power its way to shore, leaving her behind.
The blasts from the island had stopped, but all around Loriana were burning ships in various stages of death. There were more agents in the water screaming for help. And bodies. So many bodies.
Loriana was a strong swimmer, but the shore was so far away. And what if there were sharks? Was she destined to go the way of the Grandslayers?
No, she couldn’t think about that now. She had managed to save the director. Now she had to put all her attention into