After we finished eating, the Khan stood.Brun is the one you should speak with regarding the oil. He gestured to a nearby guard. Take him to Brun. Let her know she is to answer any questions he has.
The guard nodded.
I stood to leave and the guard placed a hand on my shoulder. The Khan has not yet excused you.
I stood slowly and deliberately, the guard's hand trembling with effort as he put more and more weight on in order to keep down. He looked at the Khan who smirked and gave him a nod. He released his grip and stepped aside to allow to stand.
I nodded to the Khan. Thanks for breakfast. I turned to the guard. Lead the way.
He nodded, likely eager to leave after having that blow to his pride in front of the Khan, and started to lead away. We passed out of the palatial tent and began heading south. The city had only just been waking up when Id first arrived, but was fully alive as I walked through it. The roar of engines was constant, as was the yelling over that noise. When we were near the southern tip of the city, I saw a particularly large garage with a half dozen vehicles inside it, all in various states of being put together or cannibalized to be recycled. Standing on a platform above it all, leaning on a railing, was the tall, broad shouldered woman I saw last ti Id co to visit Fette. The one whod been helping the Khan repair an engine.
She saw us as we approached, and climbed down to et us.
The guard nodded at her, then leaned in to yell loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough that I couldnt make it out. Mustve been a skill you develop when you're surrounded by engine noise all the ti.
She nodded at him and gestured for him to leave, then for to follow her, which I did. As we walked out she pulled a cigarette from the pocket of her grease-stained chanics suit and lit it, taking a deep inhale as we walked until wed reached relative quiet. It made flinch, expecting her to catch fire, but sohow she managed it with not trouble.
My husband says Im at your disposal. What do you need?
I want to see if theres any fuel or vehicles that are unaccounted for.
Alright. She started walking further south, until the oil pipeline that fed the city ca into view.
No questions? I asked. Id expected her to demand an explanation of so kind.
She shook her head. The Khan wills it. I serve the Khan.
I nodded. She was either very loyal, or pretending to be. I had made her a suspect in my mind the mont the Khan had ntioned shed be the one to know the status of the gas supply in the town. Were you born in the Khanate? I asked.
She blew so smoke. Edge of the territory. Brought here once I got the chanic status.
Taken from friends and family? I asked.
She snorted. And thank Christ for that. I was too good for that dirt farr shithole.
Well that sounded convincing enough to cover that angle. We made it to the pipes, Brun carefully extinguished her cigarette before getting any closer to them. They were a ss of tal that looked completely incomprehensible to . There were already a number of gear pierced n and won working on loosening and tightening different areas, and in one case adding a new pipe. I watched as Brun checked each valve. Knocking one with her fist, checking a gauge on another, barking questions to a few of the chanics, then she ca back to .
Nothing is well, missing, exactly but She shook her head. Well, the flow is higher than it should be, but we havent expanded the fleet recently so it shouldnt have changed.
How much extra would that account for? In terms of vehicles? I asked.
A lot. Enough for maybe ten truck and bike squads.
So, it could easily cover five armored buses?
I saw a realization dawn on her face. Yes. Shit. She moved to the nearest chanic and grabbed him by the collar. Who increased the flow? She asked.
Wha-?
The oil flow from the rig? Who turned it up?
Im not sure, I think it was Shifter?
Short guy? Earned gears all the way up his ears?
The man nodded.
Ive gotta call the guards, said Brun, locating the nearest tattooed man with a gun.
I grabbed her shoulder. Wait on that. Then I turned to the shaken chanic. Where is Shifter usually this ti of day?
Further down the pipe. By the secondary garages.
Alright. Listen to . We didnt speak. Understand?
The man looked confused, but slowly nodded.
I turned and started walking down the pipeline. You know where the secondary garages are? I asked.
Sure, but why not just send guards?
I shook my head. Dont want him to have a warning. I picked at my teeth. There could be multiple people involved, and if they havent left already we may be able to get the drop on them.
She nodded.
We know where he works. Is it remote? Out of the way?
She shook her head. The opposite of both.Crowded garage in the center of Fette.
Any way to draw him into sowhere private without making him suspicious?
At his level of gears he doesnt really report to anyone. He would have his own house though. Probably on top of one of the garages.
In that case, it may be best for to pay him a visit once hes back ho.
I sat on a garage roof a few units away from where Shifter rested his head, watching it and waiting for him to return. I thumbed my book thoughtfully, glancing up between turned pages.
Id heard you were more the round em up and hang em type, said Brun.
I sighed and dogeared my page. You dont need to wait with . You can go back to the work you were doing.
How will you recognize Shifter without ?
Hes short, has an ear covered in gears, and lives alone in the house Im staring at. I think Ill manage.
She shrugged. My workdays fucked anyway. Ill make sure you get the right guy.
I slowly lifted my book back in front of my face, but just as I began reading, I was interrupted again.
Any theories yet?
Yes.
Whose your suspect?
Just Shifter so far, I lied.
Well, its not like he couldve moved all that gasoline himself.
True, but Im taking this one suspect at a ti. I paused for a mont. We know the gasoline was taken from here, but what about the buses themselves? Any way they could go missing without you noticing?
She shook her head. Maybe a piece here and there could go missing, but five buses? Not possible.
I nodded. That ant the buses were from outside the Horde, but there would still have needed to be Horde involvent with them getting through. The Horde specifically prohibited anyone from having an engine in their territory without their blessing. The idea of five armored buses passing without anyone taking notice possible, but not likely.
How many wives does the Khan have? I asked, deciding that if Brun was going to force to talk I may as well get so questions answered.
Ten. Im his eleventh.
So eleven? I asked, confused.
No. Hes had fourteen, Im his eleventh. He has ten right now, and so concubines.
What happened to the other four?
The older wives dont talk about it much, but I know one was rad poisoning, another was killed by raiders, one left, and one was killed by him. Not sure why.
One left? I asked.
She nodded. She went back to her tribe. She was Kaijin and asked to be allowed to return to her people. The Khan allowed it, as long as she brought her tribe into compliance with the Horde. Ive t her. Scares the shit out of .
I had more questions, but before I could answer I noticed soone approaching the house. He was short, and looked almost like a walking black smudge; he was covered in oil from the day's work. That him? I asked.
She nodded. Yep. Shifter.
I nodded. You can go now, Ive got this under control.
But-
Before she could argue, I hopped off the roof, leaving her there. It was a jump I could make without hurting myself, but would lead to a broken ankle for anyone else. She tossed up her hands and shook her head. I walked through alleys and back ways to get to Shifters house. I didnt want to draw too much attention until I had more information. Luckily, the sun was setting, and the streets clear.
I reached the front door and made two firm knocks, pulling my shotgun off my hip and standing slightly out of the door fra.
Shifter opened the door, and I shoved my shotgun in his face with one hand, grabbed him by the collar with the other and threw him inside, quickly closing the door behind .
He started to yell, and I put the shotgun to his forehead.
Ill need you to talk, but lets keep the volu down. Think you can manage that?
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