the trigger!â
Destine cocked the hammer into firing position. âKilling you would not be an act of murder, Antoine, but an act of kindness to all the souls you have tainted over the years. Cornelius knew it, and that is why he sought to do the job himself.â
âTwice⦠but whoâs counting?â said Renard. âAnd whilst weâre on the subject, if he really has gone to Rome, surely you must know that he will never return.â
âUnless your lot arenât as clever as they think they are,â said Prometheus, bustling into the conversation. âDid you forget that Cornelius is a magician by trade? Performing the impossible is what he does every day!â
âDo you want to elucidate, ape-man? Or will I need a dictionary to translate your Gaelic twaddle?â taunted Renard.
âYou came here looking for Cornelius, right?â said Prometheus, feeling just as well armed as if it had been him holding the pistol. âBut for all your scheming and planning, you were wrong. Cornelius left here hours ago. Heâll be in Rome in a couple of days, doing his damnedest to raise hell, so he will.â
âIf hell is what he seeks, ape-man, he will find it at the Hades Consortiumâs headquarters, that is for certain,â said Renard. âOr did you think their name was just meant to frighten people?â
âYou have been there?â asked Madame Destine. âInside their fortress?â
âSeveral times,â replied Renard. âAnd itâs hardly a fortress, Mother. We call it âthe Hiveâ, and itâs a fitting place for dear old Cornelius to meet his end. I must say, my only regret is that I will not be there to witness it.â
Madame Destine rose from her chair swiftly, driving the barrel of the gun into Renardâs stomach harder.
âDo it, witch! Youâll be doing me a favour!â he snarled.
âPerhaps it is the other way around,â Destine said, shifting her footing. âYou said that you have orders to deliver Cornelius to your master?â
âTo drag him all the way to Rome personally⦠and I was so much looking forward to it. He might even have been in one piece once weâd got there. But as heâs made a start without me, I suppose Iâll just have to catch up with him.â
âThat will be difficult with a bullet in your guts.â
âBut not impossible, Mother,â said Renard. âIâve cheated death before, remember?â
âNot this time. This time you have lost,â said Destine. âAs Prometheus said, Cornelius is long gone and there is no way that you could charter a vessel and have it prepared to sail in time to catch up with him. I wonder if your superiors will see you as such a valued commodity once you explain how Cornelius slipped so easily through your fingers.â
Renard tensed his metal fist. âYou are wrong, Mother. I hardly need to charter a vessel, for the Hades Consortium has already provided me with one! Its captain has even now prepared for the voyage to Rome and is merely awaiting my arrival, so if youâve got any last words for dear Cornelius, by all means Iâll pass them on to him. However, first we need to get this little business sorted out, eh? So what are you going to do, Mother? Just shoot me then leave me to rot?â
âActually,â said Destine. âI am going to shoot you then commandeer your ship, and then it shall be me that drags you all the way to Rome.â
Renard barely had time to open his mouth before Destine pulled the trigger.
His metal hand darted to his stomach. As he lifted it to his eyes, the silver was tarnished by a swab of crimson blood.
âBravo,â he whispered, before collapsing in a heap on the floor.
Prometheus was agog. âDestine⦠you
shot
him!â
âThat was the general idea,â she replied. âTo accomplish our goal, he would be no good to me dead