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worried. I mean, it's sundown already, and if you're

going to make your move before the execution, it had

better be soon."

"How do you figure that?" I frowned. "The action

isn't slated until high midnight. I had figured on waiting

a while until it was dark and things quieted down

around town a little."

"Are you kidding?" the vampire said with a start, his

eyebrows going up to his hairline. "That's when ... oh,

I get it. You're still thinking in terms of your off-

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dimension timetables. You've got to ... umm, you

might want to be sitting down for this, Skeeve."

"Lay it on me," I said, rubbing my forehead again.

"What have I overlooked now? Even without the blind-

fold and the cigarette I'd just as soon take the bad news

standing up."

"Well, you've got to remember that you're dealing

with a city of vampires here. Sundown is the equivalent

of dawn to us. That's when things start happening, not

when they start winding down! That means...."

"... that high midnight is a major traffic time and

the longer we wait, the more people there will be on the

street," I said, trying to suppress a groan.

Once the basic oversight had been pointed out, I

could do my own extrapolations... with all their hor-

rible consequences. Trying to fight back my own panic,

I turned to my assistants.

"Okay, troops. We're on. Guido, grab that rope you

saw. We may need it before this is over."

The bodyguard's eyes widened with astonishment.

"You mean we're going to start the caper right now?

But Boss! We haven't planned... ."

"Hey, Guido," I said, flashing a grin that was almost

sane. "You were the one who said that overplanning

was a problem. Well, if you're right, this should be the

most successful jailbreak ever!"

Chapter Eleven:

"Nice jail. Looks strong.'

—H. HOUDINI

VILHELM was right about one thing. The streets were

nowhere nearly as crowded as they had been the times

we navigated their length well after sundown. Only a

few stray beings wandered here and there, mostly mak-

ing deliveries or sweeping down the sidewalks in front of

their shops prior to opening. Except for the lack of

light, the streets looked just like any town preparing for

a day's business....hat and the red eyes of the citizens.

We hugged the light as we picked our way across

town....

That's right. I said "hugged the light." I try to only

make the same mistake a dozen times. In other dimen-

sions, we would have "hugged the dark" to avoid being

noticed or recognized. Here, we "hugged the light."

Don't laugh. It worked.

Anyway, as we picked our way through the streets of

Blut, most of my attention was taken up with the task of

trying to map a good getaway route. Getting Aahz out

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of jail I would deal with once we got there. Right now I

was worried about what we would do once we had him

out... a major assumption, I know, but I had so little

optimism that I clung to what there was with all fours.

The three of us looked enough like vampires in ap-

pearance to pass casual inspection. There was no way,

however, that we could pass off my scaly green partner

as a native without a disguise spell, and I wasn't about

to bet on having any magical energy left after springing

Aahz. As such, I was constantly craning my neck to peer

down sidestreets and alleys, hoping to find a little-

traveled route by which we could spirit our fugitive col-

league out of town without bringing the entire populace

down on our necks. By the time we reached our destina-

tion, I was pretty sure I could get us back to the Dis-

patcher's by the route we were following, and positively

sure that if I tried to take us there by the back routes, I

would get us totally and helplessly lost.

"Well, Boss. This is it. Think we can crack it?"

I don't think Guido really expected an answer. He

was just talking to break the silence that had fallen over

us as we stood looking at our target.

The Municipal Building was an imposing structure,

with thick stone walls and a corner tower that stretched

up almost out of sight into the darkness. It didn't look

like we could put a dent in it with a cannon ... if we had

a cannon, which we didn't. I was used to the tents of the

Bazaar or the rather ramshackle building style of Klah.

While I had been gradually getting over being overawed

by the construction prevalent here in Blut, this place in-

timidated me. I'd seen shakier looking mountains!

"Well, one thing's for certain," I began, almost

under my breath.

"What's that?"

"Staring at it isn't going to make it any weaker."

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Neither of my assistants laughed at my joke, but then

again, neither did I.

Shaking off a feeling of foreboding, I turned to my

staff.

"All right, Guido. You stay down here and keep

watch. Massha? Do you think that belt of yours can lift

two? It's time I went topside and took a good look at

this impregnable cell."

My apprentice licked her lips nervously and shrugged.

"I don't know, Hot Stuff. I warned you that the con-

trols on this thing don't work right. It could lift us right

into orbit for all I know."