"Yes, I do. I'm taking the girl."
"The fuck you are!" Darryl said.
Hank watched him start to pull the.38 he'd lent him from his pocket, but it never made it out.
"What the—?" he said.
He seemed to be frozen. Hank reached to grab the gun but couldn't move anything but his head.
What's going on?
"You…" Darryl said, looking at Rafe. "You were out back of that building tonight. You're the one I saw."
The man nodded. "I must thank you and your followers for a most gratifying and satisfying evening. The slaughter was quite tasty."
What was he talking about?
Hank found his voice. "What do you know about the sword? Do you have it?"
He shook his head. "I don't know who ended up with it. Most likely the corporate hireling from Japan. But no matter, now that I know it exists, I can find it whenever I need it. I would have stayed around until the finish but I was forced to follow you to keep an eye on Dawn."
"Are you one of the Enemy?"
He laughed—a chilling sound. "You mean as in Enemy with a capital 'E'? How typical of Jonah."
Jonah?
"You've heard of my father?"
"Heard of Jonah Stevens? I knew him. I knew him well. Too well."
"You're not old enough."
"Is that so?"
"Are you or are you not one of the Enemy?"
He smiled a smile women probably would find sexy. "There's no easy answer to that. No, I'm not the Enemy he was referring to—for that enemy is my enemy as well—but I certainly was not his ally."
"I don't understand."
"What makes you think you should? By the way, I was with him when he died."
"How? How did he die? The Enemy?"
Was that why his father had stopped coming around? Hank had guessed that but never known for sure. He'd paid regular visits as Hank was growing up, telling him about the Plan, about his destiny, and then when Hank was around seven he stopped coming around altogether. The question of why had plagued him ever since.
"Jonah was crushed in an elevator shaft. A slow, painful death. Took him hours to die."
"You were there? Didn't you help him?"
The man raised his eyebrows. "Help? Why would I do that? I'm the one who put him in there. I stayed to sup."
Hank let out a roar of rage and struggled to break free of whatever was holding him back, but couldn't budge a muscle. What kind of power did this bastard have? Had he hypnotized them into thinking they couldn't move? Had he drugged them?
"What's he talking about, Hank?" Darryl said.
"Just shut up for a minute, okay?" He turned to Rafe or whoever he was. "Why? Why'd you kill him? What he ever do to you?"
"He forgot his place. He began to think he could supplant me."
" 'Supplant' you? Why would he want to do that? I mean, who the fuck are you?"
"I am the One. Jonah forgot that. He conspired against me. You were part of that conspiracy." He pointed to Dawn. "As was she, but most especially the child she carries. That was the ultimate goal—to concentrate his bloodline in a child he could use to replace me." He smiled as he shook his head. "It never would have worked, but the very fact that he was thinking along those lines made him an unfit guardian. He was supposed to be my protector, but instead he plotted against me. I could not allow that."
An awful thought plowed into Hank like a runaway train.
"You're not going to hurt the baby, are you?"
The man shook his head as he stared down at Dawn. "No. I sensed the child's existence upon its conception, and I must say my first impulse was to eradicate it. But as I became aware of other things, I decided the child might prove useful."
Hank's panic throttled down to cold unease. "Useful how?"
"I can foresee a circumstance where the child might indeed act as the Key to the Future, though not quite in the way your father intended."
The Key to the Future…
"You know about that? You were listening?"
Another laugh, colder than the first. "You mean did I eavesdrop on his paternal maunderings? I didn't have to. He told me. He told me everything before he died. Everything."
Hank wanted to rip his throat out but still couldn't budge.
The man added, "I also see that I might have use for you and your followers in the near future."
"In your dreams, asshole."
"Don't be too hasty. Our ends coincide. I might prove as useful to you as you to me."
"Like how?"
"Dissimilation… I believe that's what you call it, correct?"
Hank nodded, though he didn't like his words thrown back at him. "Yeah. What about it?"
"Wouldn't you like to see everyone on the planet dissimilated—every man, woman, and child an island?"