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store before B could protest. He returned a moment later carrying two cans of hairspray<br />
and a handful of cheap, translucent lighters.<br />
“Planning to do your hair and smoke some cigarettes?” B said when Rondeau jumped<br />
back in.<br />
“Nah,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about Mutex and his menagerie. He’s got frogs,<br />
yeah, they get all the hype, but he’s also got hummingbirds, and those little bastards are<br />
all but unkillable. I Cursed a couple of them, and that killed them, but I was thinking<br />
about what happened when I Cursed them—they burst into flame. And Hamil told us<br />
that the hummingbirds were warriors for the sun god. So I’m thinking, blades don’t kill<br />
them, beating the shit out of them doesn’t kill them, but maybe…”<br />
“Fire,” B said. “Got it. And the hairspray and lighters are the classic ingredients for a<br />
homemade B-movie flamethrower that’s as likely to explode in your face as anything<br />
else.”<br />
“You see?” Rondeau said. “Maybe I’m going to be indispensable to the fate of the<br />
world after all.”<br />
Moments later they reached the park. Rondeau double-parked just inside the gate—it<br />
was easy to do that, B reflected, when you didn’t have to worry about getting a parking<br />
ticket—and started running flat-out in the direction of the Tea Garden.<br />
B hurried after him. Rondeau didn’t strike him as the running type. He seemed better<br />
suited to sauntering, strolling, or possibly swaggering. Since he was running, B figured<br />
it was a good idea for him to run, too, even if he did feel a little ridiculous with Marla’s<br />
cloak flapping out behind him.<br />
“Marlita!”<br />
Marla turned, and there beyond the half-open gate was Rondeau, grinning, running, and<br />
carrying (rather improbably) a couple of aerosol cans. B was behind him, puffing as he<br />
ran.<br />
“Rondeau,” she said. “Rondeau! Why aren’t you dead?”<br />
“B played the cavalry,” he said, and winked. “Because I’m so crucial to the fate of the<br />
world, you know.”<br />
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she said. “Is the Celestial dead?”<br />
“No,” Ch’ang Hao and Rondeau said, simultaneously.<br />
B approached Marla, looking sidelong at the wall of birds. He unhooked her cloak and<br />
handed it over. “I didn’t even get blood on it,” he said. “I, ah, dealt with things another<br />
way.”