Professional Documents
Culture Documents
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Sean T. Smith
CCB Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues are
products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any
resemblance to actual events or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Extreme care has been taken by the author to ensure that all information presented in
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To Michi, for her unwavering good cheer and zest for life.
Prologue
Central Africa 33,000 B.C.
He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the sun’s warmth against his face.
A lazy breeze blew the plain’s grass in gentle waving motions. Flyers
cruised through the air, riding the wind. Everything seemed so
peaceful, so beautiful—yet it was nothing but a cruel hoax. His mind
wandered back to the time, so many seasons ago, when he had arrived
on this magnificent yet unforgiving land.
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He opened his eyes, struck by the bitter cold. A cold he had never
felt before.
What is this place?
He pushed himself up from the snowdrift. All around him the white
landscape was silent and still, stretching as far as the eye could see. The
sky overhead was gray with clouds. In the distance, tall trees swayed
against the stiff breeze. He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself.
His thin clothes were not enough for the harsh environment.
Where am I?
A few yards away, an oblong metallic object lay partially buried in
the snow.
Whatever it was, it was clear from the tracks in the snow that it had
been his origin. He walked over to it and peered inside. There were a
few meager provisions and what appeared to be a blanket. He thought
about crawling back inside, but realized that the snow coming down
would completely bury it, and him, within a few hours. No, that wasn’t
an option. He had to find his way back.
Where?
He couldn’t worry about that now. He had to find shelter.
The snow was deep. He knew he wouldn’t be able to go far. He
scanned the landscape. The small grove of trees in the distance would
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not shield him from the elements. Several yards away a clump of rocks,
forming what looked like a cave, offered a more promising potential for
shelter. He grabbed some items from the capsule and struggled through
the knee-deep snow. Already his hands and face were turning numb
from cold.
In the back of his mind, something uncomfortable nagged at him.
Vague, ghostly memories swirled in his head; nothing that made sense.
He saw himself standing with hundreds of others in a huge room, no
doors or windows. Then he was lying down, looking up at a bright blue
light while shadowy faces leaned over him, incoherent words coming
from their lips. A giant, gray ship hummed quietly in the center of the
building.
He shook his head. Whatever those images meant, even if they were
real, he couldn’t concentrate on them. He was just now a few yards
away from the rocks.
A growl from behind stopped him in his tracks.
He turned around slowly, not knowing what to expect. A medium-
sized, four-legged creature was staring at him from a few yards away. It
had a long, narrow face, and its partially opened mouth revealed rows
of sharp teeth, leaving no doubt in his mind that the creature was a
predator, and potentially a serious threat. The creature had a shaggy
brown coat of fur with black spots on its hindquarters. It emitted a low
cackling noise that sounded disturbingly like laughter. He had no idea
what kind of creature this was, but he knew he needed to get as far
away from it as he possible could.
There was no way he could reach the cave in time and no way
could he outrun it. Something deep inside him clicked. A surge of
adrenaline rushed through his body. He bent down, pried a dead tree
branch from the snow, and turned to face his adversary. It kept circling
him, fangs gleaming.
As it came closer, he sized it up, looking for obvious weaknesses.
The creature’s slender frame and small size probably meant it was fast,
but not necessarily very sturdy. One good hit would likely stop it. The
way it was still circling several yards away meant it wouldn’t launch a
strike unless he….
From the distant trees, he heard shouting. The creature turned to
appraise this new threat, giving him the opening he needed. He closed
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the distance between them in a few long strides. Swinging the branch
as hard as he could, he felt a satisfying crunch that sent a wave of pain
up his arm as it crushed the animal’s skull.
He kicked the thing a couple of times to make sure it was dead,
then looked in the direction of the commotion that had probably saved
his life.
Three figures were approaching through the snow. The tallest, a
female, stepped forward. She sized him up with sharp green eyes and
gave him a slight smile. “You’re lucky we came when we did. That
creature would have had you for lunch otherwise. Nice work.”
He opened his mouth and closed it again. He felt as though he
hadn’t used his voice in a long time. “Thank you.”
“Not at all,” the woman said, waving her hand. “We couldn’t let
you die. Well, actually we could have, but I have a feeling that if we are
to survive this place, we will need all the help we can get.”
“This place? What is this place?”
The woman glanced at her two companions, then back at him. “We
have no idea. But wherever this is, nothing appears to be friendly. Even
the weather seems to want us dead. I think the first thing we should do
is find some shelter.”
He nodded. Her words made sense, even as something deep inside
him said they should all know where they were.
“I’m Idre,” the woman said. “What’s your name?”
He had to think hard for a long time. “Nwarht,” he said slowly. “My
name is Nwarht.”
“Nwarht,” Idre repeated. “Well Nwarht, welcome to hell.”
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Chapter 1
Claremont, California
Friday, September 14th, 2046
“Why?”
Kelly glanced up at her roommate before resuming her painting.
“Why what?”
“Why can’t they see it? Am I missing something?”
Kelly sighed, peering thoughtfully over her easel at Jessica, who
was pacing back and forth across their apartment holding a thick
textbook in one hand and a pencil in the other.
A rueful smile spread across Kelly’s face. Though Kelly got her
share of male attention, when she went out with her roommate she
might as well be invisible. Jessica’s tall, toned body, and almond-
shaped green eyes set off by jet-black hair, gave her an exotic look that
turned heads. But it was Jessica’s drive, brains and energy that
sometimes-made Kelly feel like a mule hanging out with a
thoroughbred.
By the time she was 21, Jessica had already completed a PhD in
microbiology. Now, at 23, she was finishing up her Master’s in
anthropology and had started studying theoretical physics. All while
taking on the position of part-time professor at the University of
Nevada, Las Vegas.
Yet for all her accomplishments, there was an underlying sadness
that manifested itself in an abrasive personality. Kelly had introduced
Jessica to T’ai Chi to give her a chance at some inner peace. It had
worked, mostly. But, as with everything else in her life, once she felt
she had mastered the basic discipline, Jessica became bored with it and
started training with Kelly in the more advanced combative forms of
Chen, Yang and Wu. Although they still trained together often, Jessica
was so much better at the discipline by now that Kelly oftentimes felt
Jessica was simply going through the motions just to be a friend. Which
was just fine, since Jessica tended to really get into her workouts and
Kelly had no desire to wind up with a ruptured spleen.
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“Look Jess, I told you before, you’re trying to solve a puzzle that
scientists have been trying to solve since Darwin. Besides, I thought
you said that this Homo-Rhode-Island”
“Homo Rhodesiensis.”
“Whatever. This Homo Rhodesiensis was an ancestor of the human
species. Right? They were the ones who drove the Neanderthals to
extinction and evolved from Homo erectus. Right? Which means that
they evolved into humans, correct? So why—”
“Aha!” Jessica exclaimed, spinning around and almost dropping her
textbook. “That’s what these egghead academicians say. They publish
their ‘findings’ and teach them to their braindead students. Then the
students do their own research and publish their findings which are
nothing but a rehash of what’s already been published, and pretty soon
everyone believes it to be true.”
“Well not everyone,” Kelly muttered, running her brush along the
edge of her painting. “And we’ve had this discussion before, Jess.
Many times, actually.”
“But don’t you see? No one has ever been able to prove with 100%
certainty that these findings are the truth. In fact, there isn’t a specific
fossil that concretely proves the connection between humans and those
of early man.”
“So what?” Kelly grumbled. “Just go with the flow, collect another
degree, and stop being the proverbial salmon constantly swimming
upstream. Because, to continue the metaphor, if you present your new
thesis to Dr. Green, he is going to be one hungry grizzly and you’re
going to be lunch.”
“So, you don’t think I should change my thesis?”
“Not if it’s truly what you believe, Jess. But maybe you should tone
it down a little.”
“It just makes my blood boil that these so-called experts don’t even
try to get at the truth. They just publish their papers so they can get
tenure and collect a fat paycheck for life.”
Jessica stopped talking and looked at her roommate.
“Thank you for believing in me, Kelly. It means a lot.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” Kelly said absently. “You’re probably right.”
Something about the way Kelly said it struck Jessica as odd. Almost
as though Kelly knew something she didn’t. But she shrugged it off and
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left the apartment, walking toward campus with a purposeful stride that
left very little doubt that she was a woman on a mission.
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Keck Science Building, McKenna College
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The presentation did not go well.
It was dark by the time Jessica left her meeting, but she barely
noticed. She stalked across Jaqua Quadrangle toward the parking lot,
fuming. It simply wasn’t right that institutions were becoming more
and more resistant to even the possibility of a progressive idea. How
long had it been, she wondered, since a truly astonishing revelation had
been made by anyone? Ever since the end of the Colder War, mankind
seemed paralyzed, afraid to disturb the peace it had so tenuously
gained.
Jessica was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn’t notice
where she was going until she slammed into someone going the
opposite way.
“Jessica!” Bryce exclaimed, stumbling backward. “A simple hello
would have sufficed!”
Jessica bent down to pick up some of her papers that had fallen to
the ground. “Hello, Costa. Pleasure running into you this evening.”
“Pleasure was all mine. What are you doing here this late?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Jessica countered, glancing up at
his phlegmatic grin.
“I was just on my way back to the dorm,” Bryce answered, waving
a hand absently in the air. “I have business to take care of.”
“Partying with your buddies and getting drunk, I assume.”
“Oh, ha ha! You are just so funny, aren’t you?” he quipped. “I just
finished working on my biotech project. I actually got those capsules I
was working on completed, albeit with uneven results.”
Jessica raised her eyebrows. “What, happy pills?”
“Boy, someone’s sassy today. If I can be so bold, what are you
doing this evening?”
“You really want to know? Or are you just trying to make small
talk?”
“No, I genuinely want to know.”
“I’m on my way to Vegas.”
Bryce blinked. “That was…not the response I was expecting. What
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Chapter 3
Clark Mountain, Mojave National Preserve
Saturday, September 15th, 2046
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learned that his boss was not someone you trifled with. “Whatever you
say, sir.”
It was obvious to the pilot that Henry didn’t believe him. No matter,
he would be dead in less than an hour. Pity, because he actually
respected the man—a rarity for him.
“How long until the device is ready?”
“It’s ready now. We will start countdown in five minutes, if you
wish.”
“Excellent. Proceed.”
The test was relatively simple. They would detonate a 25-megaton
warhead deep underground. The resulting EPM pulse would be
captured, amplified, re-modulated and fired at the moon through the
ac3 amplification antenna on top of the mountain. The pulse would, of
course, destroy all electronic components on the lunar surface. That
was of little consequence to him, as the primary target of his test was
much further away. The moon was simply a waypoint. This control
room should theoretically be completely protected from the effects of
the nuclear blast. It wasn’t—the pilot had made sure of that during
construction. He had assured the construction supervisor at the time
that such protection was unnecessary, as the room would only be
accessed remotely. The pilot looked around the room at the fifteen
unfortunate souls within. The construction supervisor could have
warned them about their eminent demise, but he and his crew were
long dead.
“Detonation sequence commencing in five seconds,” alerted one of
the techs.
“Detonation sequence activated. Detonation in 15 minutes.”
“Goodbye Henry,” the pilot called over his shoulder as he headed
for the exit.
Henry looked up with a puzzled expression. “You’re not staying for
the test firing?”
“No. I will monitor the results from the jet. I have some other
pressing business to tend to.”
That part was certainly true. The pilot turned and looked at the man
he considered a friend one last time, then walked out as the door closed
silently behind him.
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Henry stared at the closed door for the better part of a minute.
Something about his boss’s expression as he walked out bothered him.
And another thing was gnawing at him. Why had he said ‘goodbye’? It
was usually ‘so long’ or ‘take care’. But ‘goodbye’? He walked to the
door and placed his eye against the scanner.
“Access authority terminated,” a flat robotic voice stated.
Henry stepped back from the scanner with a look of befuddlement.
And even as his rational mind tried to deny the obvious, the hairs on
the back of his neck were sticking straight out.
The jet hanger was completely shielded from the nuclear explosion
and the ensuing EMP pulse. The pilot sat quietly in the cockpit
watching the countdown. From deep within the mountain, he felt,
rather than heard, a dull explosion.
He glanced at his watch again. 17:58. Right on time.
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Cheyenne Mountain: Nuclear Bunker
Joe Walden leaned back, pushed his feet against the edge of his
desk and tilted his chair back until it was precariously balanced on the
two rear legs. He opened the December 2002 edition of Penthouse
magazine to the centerfold and stared at the brown-eyed beauty, taking
in her impossibly large breasts. She stared seductively back at him from
the pages of the magazine.
They have to be fake, he thought—or perhaps genetically enhanced.
He wondered if they had that technology back then. Probably not, he
guessed. No matter, he was just glad he snuck these from his
grandfather’s collection and stashed them away when he went off to
military training. He had brought the magazines with him when he
received this assignment. If not for the temporary distraction they
provided, he figured he would have gone insane by now.
Although he was technically a lieutenant in the Air Force, he
reported to a civilian agency that went by the acronym of NRS, which
was much less alarming than Nuclear Regulatory Service. It might as
well be called MBJITW (Most Boring Job in The World). Join the Air
Force, See the World the ads said. Be buried inside some mountain and
die a slow hideous death by boredom, the ads should have said.
His Net access was severely restricted to official business only.
Problem was, there wasn’t much official business. His duty was to
monitor for threats, threats that no longer existed. All nukes had been
dismantled years ago and no one would be crazy enough to build any
new ones. It was the last death penalty offense that existed anywhere in
the world. Anyone caught with, or attempting to build, a nuclear
weapon received an immediate death sentence by being exposed to the
radiation from the weapon. He shuddered involuntarily at the thought.
Crude, but effective. Still, someone has to keep watch I suppose. And
he was that someone. Oh well, at least I have Miss December to keep
me company.
“Warning. Thermonuclear detonation detected. Probability 95%.”
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Chapter 5
Luna Corp Observatory: Luna Base Alpha
Rick Wilkins pushed the button that opened the observatory dome,
exposing him to open space. He still cringed involuntarily each time
the dome started to open, fearing what exposure to the near vacuum of
the lunar atmosphere would do to his body. Even though the transparent
graphene screen offered him complete protection, he couldn’t help but
see a vivid image in his mind of his blood instantly boiling and his
body exploding, projecting a gory Daliesque masterpiece all over the
observatory’s walls.
He had asked for it. He could have had a nice cozy job on top of
Mauna Loa in the company’s extremely high-tech research facility. But
no, he had to boldly go where no man had gone before. Except that
plenty of men had been here before; Armstrong, Aldrin, Conrad, Bean,
Shepard, among others. There really had been no rational reason for
him to take this job.
But every time the dome opened and he gazed at the true,
unpolluted beauty of the cosmos, all his phobias, doubts and regrets
melted away. The splendor of the cosmos had attracted him from an
early age. And as he gazed at the billions of stars, galaxies and other
cosmological phenomenon, he could think of nowhere else he would
rather be.
A knock roused him from his reverie.
“Hey, Rick,” Sarah Ruben said from the doorway, a slightly
concerned frown on her face. “I’m getting some really weird EM
readings on my instruments.”
“Solar flares?”
“Doubtful. I checked, and the sun may as well be sleeping for all
the activity I’m detecting.”
“They’re not lobbing nukes at each other down on Earth again, are
they?”
“God, I hope not,” Sarah exclaimed. “I don’t relish the idea of
being stuck here with you for the next 50 years.”
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His head was pounding.
Of course—it had just exploded and was now scattered all over the
walls of the observatory. That’s why it hurt so bad.
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“So, what the hell happened anyway?” Rick asked, pushing himself
up to a sitting position.
“I have no idea,” Sarah replied. “One second I’m double-checking
the EM readings, the next second everything is dark. After the
emergency lighting kicked in, I came looking for you and saw you
passed out on the floor. I dragged your sorry butt out of the observatory
and slapped the oxygen mask on you. Another 30 seconds or so and
you would have been a goner. I figure you were oxygen deprived for a
couple of minutes, which explains your pounding head and the obvious
brain damage I’m observing. You’ve been out for about an hour.”
“Guess I owe you one,” he said ruefully.
“Correct. And I plan on collecting.”
He smiled, feeling a spark of something like hope. Could she
possibly have feelings for him as well?
Silently he dismissed the notion. Now was not the time to consider
such things. They had to find out exactly what had just happened.
“Do we have any idea what caused this?” he asked, trying to get rid
of the fog still floating around his brain.
“No idea, unfortunately. All I know is that every electronic
component on this base is fried. And when I say fried, I mean like an
egg. The only reason we still have life support is because someone,
who I shall have to personally kiss someday, decided to install a triple
redundant self-contained natural gas back-up generator. Impervious to
such things as EM surges.”
“Gas, really? Wow, someone went to a lot of trouble and expense to
make sure we were safe,” he said in surprise.
“I guess. But, unfortunately, because of the logistics involved in
getting the gas up here, we have a very limited supply.”
“How limited?”
“Twenty-four hours, maybe less since the system uses oxygen to
burn the gas. Maybe a little longer if we shut down anything non-
essential.”
“Any word from Lunar Base Beta or Delta?”
“None.”
Rick got to his feet and steadied himself. Then he started pacing
around the room, deep in thought. They were in trouble. Even assuming
Earth knew that there was a problem up here, it was doubtful they
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could get a rescue shuttle to them in time. Plus, he had to assume that
an event that would completely decimate their electronics would have
also affected Earth. If that was the case, then they were in deep doo-
doo. They could try to take the rover to one of the other bases and
check their status, but that would have to wait. First, they needed to
establish the specifics of their situation.
“Rick, you’re the astrophysicist, do you think an EMP could have
caused this? Those were some really strange readings I was getting just
before everything went dark.”
The comment caught him off guard and he faltered, coming to a
slightly disoriented stop. He thought about her question for a few
seconds. An EMP pulse could certainly cause serious damage to
electronic components, but for the kind of damage Sarah had just
described, someone would have had to detonate a nuke right over their
heads. In which case, electronic damage would have been the least of
their worries.
“I don’t know Sarah, it certainly seems like the most plausible
explanation, but something just doesn’t make sense.”
“I’m listening,” she said, perching on the edge of a table and
folding her arms over her chest.
“Solar flares can emit substantial EMPs. But solar flare EMP
emissions are directional, meaning that the sun would have had to send
one heck of a flare aimed directly at us.”
“So, unlikely, but possible.”
“Yes, possible, but highly unlikely. For one thing, it would have had
to be the mother of all solar flares to cause this kind of damage. Also,
in the current lunar cycle, we are partially protected by the Earth. The
flare would have been at least partially nullified by the Earth and its
magnetic field. If it was a solar flare of that magnitude, we’re toast
anyway because the Earth as we know it is…is gone.”
Sarah gasped. “Are you saying everything could be dead down
there? I thought EMPs were harmless to organic life?”
“EMPs are theoretically harmless to life forms. But I don’t think
you’re really grasping the scope of a solar flare necessary to inflict this
type of damage. A solar flare of that magnitude would be strong enough
to partially damage the Earth’s magnetic field, perhaps even stripping
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Mojave Desert: Southeastern California
JW Duarte looked out the window as the 550Ze hurtled across the
arid desert landscape. At approximately one-half the speed of sound,
the shrubs and rocks whizzed by as one continuous blur. He stared at
the distant mountains, mesmerized by their reddish hue as the sun’s
diminishing light intensified the color of the iron-rich dirt and rocks.
There was something about the isolated starkness of a desert landscape
that he found soothing. Most people looked at the Mojave Desert and
saw some 37,000 square miles of barren, desolate landscape devoid of
life and beauty. JW looked out and saw a fragile landscape of great
beauty, teeming with resilient creatures that had adapted perfectly over
many eons to thrive in the harsh, waterless environment. He was also
intrigued by the fact that the Mojave, bordered by two geological
faults, would one day turn the southern part of California into
California Island. The joke one of his geology professors had been fond
of telling was that everyone should buy beach front property in the
Mojave to leave to their great-grand kids—assuming of course that the
great-grand kids would live to be several million years old. Perhaps not
as outlandish a thought as it might have been just a few years ago,
considering recent advances in genetics.
As JW stared at the far-off mountains, the sun’s dying rays reflected
off the body of what appeared to be a small jet. Funny how the desert
could play tricks on the eyes. It looked as though the plane was heading
straight into the side of the mountain. A few seconds later, the jet
completely vanished.
As the sun disappeared behind the western mountains, the car’s
xenon headlights came on and cut a double-beam, like two glaring blue
tinted eyes piercing the barren desert. From a distance the car appeared
to be traveling on an endless metallic scar cutting diagonally across the
desert floor, before disappearing into the distant hills. In actuality, it
was skimming several inches above the mag-lev lane of the recently
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lasted substantially longer. But like many things in life, it worked out
for the best—at least for him. He had been the one expelled, even
though he had not started the fight. Star quarterbacks in east Texas did
not get expelled. His expulsion had led to a school with a better
computer curriculum. He also figured that the change of venue was a
good time for him to change his name from John Wayne to JW.
His parents had given him that moniker because they were great
fans of the late actor. They loved watching his old black and white
movies on the classic uni-tube stations. It never occurred to them that
the name might cause their son some consternation. So, it had been JW
since that misunderstanding with the unfortunate quarterback, who’d
come at him expecting Barney Fife, encountering instead the solid fist
of a swaggering Duke.
“Warning! Severe electromagnetic fluctuations. Highly recommend
switching to standard propulsion mode.”
JW rubbed the sleep from his eyes and glanced down at the
speedometer. It read 350 MPH, or a tad over 560 KPH. Everything
seemed normal, so what was Gertrude so worked up about?
“Gerty, what’s up? You seem upset.”
“I am detecting high levels of abnormal fluctuations in the mag-lev
power grid. I recommend switching to standard propulsion mode.”
“I heard you the first time Gerty. But if it’s such a big deal why
haven’t you switched over to tread-on-track?”
“I am not familiar with that system. Please clarify.”
“Oh boy,” JW muttered. All the advances in AI over the last few
years and they still couldn’t decipher simple colloquialisms. “Gerty, it
means standard propulsion. Why haven’t you switched us over to
standard propulsion?”
“Thank you for the clarification. I will add it to the database for
future reference. However, I am unable to switch to standard
propulsion as you have not engaged the full auto mode system.”
“Oopsy! All right Gerty, it’s all yours.”
“Thank you JW. Switching to standard.”
He felt the slight hum of the motors as they rotated the tires to
vertical. They never quite made it. A split second later he felt a jarring
bump underneath the vehicle, the instrument cluster and headlights
went dark and a mound of desert dirt and rock suddenly materialized in
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Central Africa 33,330 BC
Nwarht dove into the snow, barely avoiding the slavering maw of
the Knife-jaw. As the creature slid to a halt, turning for another attack,
he lashed out with a kick that caught it in the mouth. The Knife-jaw
went down. He scrambled to his feet, giving the creature a once-over to
make sure it was done. Ever since his first encounter with these things
on the day he’d found himself in this forsaken land, he’d quickly
learned the best way to dispose of them was to attack their fragile
cranial area.
Nearby, Idre and Naiv had the rest of the Knife-jaw pack occupied,
trying to keep them from reaching their kill—a huge Branch-head
brought down earlier that morning. Unfortunately, butchering such a
large kill took time. They hadn’t quite finished before the Knife-jaws
sniffed it out. Normally, they wouldn’t have bothered defending the
carcass, but hunting had been especially hard this last moon. They
needed all the resources they could get.
One of the Knife-jaws suddenly let out a long howl, not the normal
annoying laugh-like cackle. Immediately, the entire pack turned tail and
fled into the trees. Nwarht frowned. Knife-jaws never gave up that
easily. They were irritatingly persistent. Something must have scared
them off. The problem was, Knife-jaws were the most aggressive
creatures on these plains. All other life forms encountered so far ate
from the sparse plant life.
What had frightened them off?
“Well,” Idre said, jabbing her spear into the snow. “That was easy.”
“Too easy,” Naiv said nervously, looking over his shoulder.
“Terra-shake, perhaps?” Nwarht suggested. “They seem to sense
those.”
“Snowstorm most likely,” Idre said, pointing at the sky. “There are
clouds moving in from the mountains.”
“Hmm,” Nwarht said noncommittally. “We should finish up here
and head back to camp.”
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David could see the brightness return to JW’s eyes although there
was still some skepticism there. He felt that he could probably tell this
young man his reason for being here. After all, he wasn’t going to be
able to return to his world so it would be nice to have at least one friend
here.
“How much do you know about anthropology and evolution?”
David asked.
“Not much. I just took one class during my undergraduate work,”
JW responded, attempting to twist himself around, trying to get a better
look at his ex-arm.
“Did it ever strike you as odd that humans developed at such an
incredibly fast pace? The Earth is about five billion years old. It takes
most species millions of years to evolve, yet, in a few thousand years,
man has gone from living in caves to exploring and colonizing nearby
planets.”
“I guess I’ve never given it much thought,” JW replied, frowning.
“Now that you mention it, I always thought that as a species we are
way too immature to have such destructive power at our fingertips. I’ve
always likened it to a two-year-old having a set of matches at his
disposal while sitting next to a can of gasoline. Chances of survival—
not good.”
“An apt analogy,” chuckled David. “The reality, however, is that
the human species should not have evolved as fast as it did. It should
have evolved even faster.”
“I don’t get it,” JW said with a frown. “I thought you just implied
that we evolved too fast?”
“You did, had you been part of the normal evolutionary cycle of
this planet.”
“You lost me,” JW said, his frown deepening. He looked around the
little room, searching for anything identifiable. Who was this guy?
“Your species, mankind, humans, whatever you choose to call
yourselves, did not originate on this planet,” explained David.
“Really? And you know this because—”
“I know this because 35,000 years ago my people exiled your
ancestors to this world.”
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As usual, a car was already waiting for him when he got
downstairs.
New driver, he noted offhandedly. He figured Colonel Gates must
have finally decided to retire. The driver held open the back door of the
sedan. As the director approached, the driver stood up straight and
started to salute, stopping as he realized his mistake. Instead he held
out his hand.
“Director Bustos. It’s a pleasure, sir. Major Philip Lucas at your
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service.”
The director grinned as he approached the major. “Military habits
die hard, don’t they major?”
“Excuse me sir?”
“The salute.”
“Oh. Yes, sir. I guess they do. With the new structure, you never
know who to salute. Confusing to an old-school boy like me.”
Bustos closed the rear door of the car, walked to the front and sat in
the passenger seat. The major smiled and got behind the wheel.
“Don’t care for the back seat, sir?”
“Why, is there something wrong with this one?”
“No, sir,” he responded as he started the car and slowly pulled away
from the curb.
The director removed a pair of Geo-eyes from his pocket and put
them on. They appeared to be a regular pair of sunglasses, which they
were. They were also a fully integrated computer system with real time
3D global vision. As soon as the system sensed its proximity to the
director’s eyes, it did a full retinal security scan and a moment later,
Bustos was looking down at a real-time 3D representation of his car as
it pulled away from the apartment.
He had been resistant to this newest piece of technological gadgetry
when the whiz boys first presented it to him, but after using it a few
times he wasn’t sure how he could live without it. He stared intently to
his left and it was as if he was flying across the United States at an
unbelievable speed. He unfocused his stare slightly and the landscape
slowed as he approached the Rocky Mountains. He fine-tuned his gaze
and was soon approaching the neon-polluted air space over Las Vegas.
A few seconds later he was staring down into a hole that had once been
the top of Clark Mountain.
No debris. Interesting.
He blinked hard for a second to lock his geographical location, then
blinked at the satellite icon at the top of his field of vision. Instantly the
full array of orbiting satellites appeared. He blinked on the three that he
thought would give him the closest pictures of Clark Mountain in the
last 24 hours. As the high-resolution images appeared, one next to the
other, he frowned.
“Very interesting, Watson,” he mumbled under his breath.
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“With all due respect sir, I don’t think that’s particularly funny.”
“I’m sorry major,” Bustos said, shaking his head. “I wasn’t
laughing at your situation, but at the ridiculous thinking of bureaucrats.
God forbid they should let someone in one of the most dangerous
professions in the world do something risky.”
The major relaxed slightly, and shrugged.
“Oh, I don’t think they’re particularly worried about me, sir. I just
don’t think they want me banging one of their toys into the side of a
mountain.”
“Cynical, but probably accurate,” Bustos replied. “But back to my
puzzle. One of your metaphysical being’s famous lines was, ‘when
solving a puzzle, you first eliminate all the impossibilities, and then,
whatever you have left, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.’”
“Eminently logical,” Lucas replied.
“So, let me ask you this. If a mountain top in southern Nevada is
not there today, but it was there yesterday, and if that mountain top was
not blown off by an explosion nor was there time to remove the
mountain top by other means between yesterday and today, what’s the
explanation?”
“Which of the factors are absolutes?”
“The mountain top is not there today, it was not blown off, and
there was not enough time to remove it.”
“Then, the mountain top was not there yesterday either.”
“Elementary my dear major. The only problem is that I am looking
at a very high res picture of the mountain taken only a few hours ago
and the top is there. I am also looking at a real-time 3D image of the
mountain and the top is definitely gone.”
“Well, sir, then given the mountain’s proximity to Las Vegas,
perhaps they hired one of those magicians to make it disappear. I
remember going to a show many years ago and I’ll be darned if this
magician didn’t make an airplane disappear from that stage. It looked
real to me.”
Bustos pulled off the Geo-eyes and gave the major an appraising
look. What is this guy doing chauffeuring people around?
“By George my dear Watson, I think you might be on to
something,” Bustos said.
He put his Geo-eyes back on and did a quick search. He smiled and
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The door to the vactrans shuttle closed with a gentle whoosh
several seconds after the director entered. He found a seat next to one
of the large windows. He wasn’t exactly sure why they had bothered
with windows. There really wasn’t much to see. It must be the
psychological fact that people needed windows so they didn’t feel as
though they were enclosed in a coffin. A few seconds later the shuttle
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Jessica shook her head again and laughed. For a moment, it felt
good just to be relaxing with a friend and not worrying about anything.
The waiter returned with her coffee and a sour expression. “Here
you are, mademoiselle. One coffee.”
“Merci beaucoup,” Jessica replied, giving him another sweet smile.
“C’est une belle soirée, vous ne pensez pas? Oh, merci pour le café.”
The waiter stared at her for a second, his face turning several
different colors, then turned and walked quickly away, muttering,
“Stupid college kids.”
Jessica looked over at Bryce, who was looking at her with that
crooked half-smile on his face, trying not to laugh. She raised her
eyebrows questioningly. “So, was that loose enough for you?”
Bryce chuckled. “Well, let’s just say you have some work to do and
leave it at that.”
Jessica smiled and sipped her coffee, listening to the calming
sounds from the water fountain and the hum of nighttime activity
drifting on the evening air.
It would be a long time before she felt relaxed again.
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Being this close to the city lights did indeed have the effect of
turning off a few million stars. Only a small fraction of stars were now
visible. He could still make out the Big Dipper, Orion and a few other
constellations, but the Milky Way and most stars were now invisible.
“Look just south of the handle of the Big Dipper,” instructed David.
“Do you see that dim, orange star?”
“Yes. I think so,” answered JW.
“That, my friend, is my home.”
A deep sadness seemed to befall the alien. Despite his own
miserable situation, JW suddenly felt sorry for him. “Hey, don’t look so
glum. You’ll be back there soon, right?
“I’m afraid not. The truth of—”
JW cut him off with a loud moan, stunned by a sudden suffusion of
pain tearing through his right side. A look of agony contorted his face.
The alien rushed to JW’s side. “I think this will help.” The alien
injected something directly into the side of JW’s head and the pain
immediately subsided.
“Thanks,” said JW as his facial muscles relaxed, then regained his
jovial expression. “What is that stuff? I think I want some more.”
“No, I think that dosage is sufficient. To answer your question, it is
a synthetic form of what you call morphine, without any of the
unpleasant side effects.”
“Hey, I can move,” JW exclaimed in astonishment, tentatively
wiggling from side to side. “I thought I was paralyzed.”
“You were. I implanted a probe that caused temporary paralysis. I
didn’t want you thrashing about and causing yourself further damage. It
also prevented the pain impulses from reaching your brain. I was in a
hurry and wasn’t sure how your body would react to pain medication.”
“All I know is that it’s reacting really well to this medication,” JW
replied as he gingerly attempted to sit up.
He looked at his leg for the first time. He had to lie down again
almost immediately as a wave of nausea hit him. It wasn’t so much the
sight of his missing leg that sickened him as much as the visible
muscle, veins, arteries and nerve endings on his half-formed leg visible
through the still translucent skin.
“Okay doctor, how long before my appendages are complete, or at
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current state.”
“They shall be completely formed within a few hours. Then it’s just
a matter of rebuilding your muscular strength. Then you’ll be as good
as new, perhaps even better.”
“I don’t need better—I just want to be my old self.”
“Well, there are side effects to the procedure,” the alien mentioned
casually.
JW eyed him suspiciously. “Side effects? What kind of side
effects?”
The alien looked at his guest intently. He had spent a good portion
of his life learning about humans and their behavior, but this was the
first one with whom he’d actually interacted. Everything he learned
about them seemed to hold true. He felt as though he had to—what was
their expression? Walk on eggshells. He certainly didn’t feel threatened
by this human, even had he been uninjured, but he sensed that bubbling
just below the surface was a cauldron of rage ready to erupt. This
appeared to be endemic to the whole species.
“Are you reluctant to tell me for some reason?”
“I just do not want you to get upset.”
“Why? Afraid I’ll kick your ass?”
The alien had to smile. “No, in your current physical state I do not
believe your pugilistic abilities pose a great threat to me. My concern is
more of a culture bias, if you will.”
“I’m not sure I understand,” JW said, a puzzled expression crossing
his face.
The alien paused for a second searching for words. “My race does
not possess the anger gene; we are completely non-aggressive. But it is
actually more complicated than that. At a cultural level, it is abhorrent
to us to cause harm or even offend others, whether they are of our own
species or not. We are also highly empathic, so we can feel others’
suffering and unease. That is why I am being cautious as to what I tell
you, and how I tell it.”
“I’m a big boy. Just tell it to me straight,” JW replied with a
bravado he didn’t really feel.
“Very well. I will attempt to be as concise as possible. The
regeneration of your limbs is being accomplished by something we call
embryonic cell rejuvenation. It basically consists of taking some cells
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from your body, reverting them to their embryonic state and recoding
them to mimic the needed cells. We then load the cells into nanonites
and inject them into the affected site. The nanonites place the cells into
the appropriate areas of your body causing your limbs to regenerate. It
is a little more complicated than that, but as I said, I am trying to be
concise,” he concluded, looking at JW’s face for a reaction.
“OK. Except for the nanonites part, I think I follow all the science,
but what about the side affects you mentioned?”
“The nanonites are the side effects.”
“Can you elaborate?”
“Think of nanonites as tiny nurse robots. After they apply the cells
they keep doing what they are primarily programmed to do,” explained
the alien.
“Which is—?”
“To heal you, of course.”
“Meaning—?”
“Meaning they will scour your body looking for things to fix and
improve.”
“You mean to tell me that you injected me with a bunch of robots
that are doing god-knows-what inside my body?”
“Yes. But I have a fairly good idea of what they are doing.”
The alien’s responses were maddening and made JW feel like
punching him. But as the alien had correctly pointed out, he was in no
physical shape to be hitting anyone. Besides, he had saved his life after
all. Still, the idea of some creepy-crawlies inside his body just made his
skin...crawl.
“I am truly sorry I have upset you, JW.” This time the expression of
pain and sorrow was clearly visible on his face.
“No. No need to apologize. I’m grateful you saved my life. I guess I
just have a nano-watchyamacallit phobia.”
“Nanonites,” the alien offered.
“Yeah, them. Nanonites. Exactly what are they doing inside of me
and how long do they—?”
“Last?”
“Yes.”
“Until the primary repairs are complete.”
“You mean, until my arm and leg have regrown?”
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two original limbs and the rest of your body. If they stop the maturation
process to soon, your created limbs may not function as your other
limbs. Leading to balance, coordination and motor skill issues.”
“So what?” JW said with a shrug. “It’s not like I’m a world class
athlete or anything.”
“It’s true that you might be able to function reasonably well.
Unfortunately, that is not how these nanonites work. They were
designed for optimization of the regenerated limbs and I have no way
to reprogram them, even if I knew how.”
“So, exactly how much of this optimization will they do?”
“Basically, they will continue to increase the muscle mass in your
entire body, while the maturation and strengthening of your new limbs
continues,” David said.
“Am I going to look like one of those freakish bodybuilding types?
Exactly how big am I going to get?”
“You will not be significantly larger. Your muscles will be slightly
larger and more defined, but the biggest changes will be at the cellular
efficiency level.”
“In English, please.”
The alien looked puzzled. “I thought I was speaking English. Did I
switch dialects without realizing it?”
JW smiled, the first genuine smile since waking up. For a second
the alien reminded him of Gertrude. “No David. I meant, can you
explain what you mean by cellular efficiency level?”
The alien smiled back, pleased that he had provided the human with
amusement. “Of course. It simply means that your muscle cells will
convert glucose to energy much more efficiently, giving you increased
strength, agility and stamina.”
“Whoa, superpowers! Okay, I’m actually starting to like these side
effects.”
“Why yes, of course! They will be very beneficial to you. And there
are other benefits,” continued the alien happily, now that it appeared
JW was warming up to his future improved physicality. “Because of
your increased strength, speed and agility; the nanonites will also have
to improve some of your neural functions to optimally coordinate with
your physical skills.”
“English please.”
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“Yes, of course. You see, because you did not develop these new
skills over time, you would otherwise initially be quite...uncoordinated.
And while this would improve over time, there is the possibility that
you could, inadvertently, hurt yourself or someone else with your
newly acquired strength. That would not be acceptable. Hence, the
modifications.”
JW mulled over this new information. “But this wouldn’t change
my intellectual capabilities in any way, would it?”
The alien looked at JW thoughtfully. He wondered if this might be
one of those trick questions that might get him agitated.
“Well, you will have increased mental acuity. But, that would be a
good thing—correct?”
“Yes, I suppose so. I just want to make sure I can still do my job.”
“You will not only be able to do your job, you will be able to do it
better and faster.”
JW smiled broadly again. He was beginning to really like the idea
of a new and improved JW. He looked at the alien and his smile faded.
He realized the alien would make a terrible poker player. His
expression told JW there was something more.
“OK. Spill it. What else?”
The alien looked troubled again. He wasn’t sure how the human
would take this last bit of information. “As I mentioned, the nanonites
are programmed for optimization. There is one thing about you—well,
about your entire species, which is sub-optimal.”
“And, that is?”
“Your life span.”
The furrow on JW’s brow deepened. “And exactly how do they
plan on fixing that?”
“They will turn off your death gene.”
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Jessica placed her hand in the scanner and the library doors slid
open with a slight whoosh. Inside, the only lights came from hundreds
of computer monitors at study stations. These days, no one bothered to
turn them off given that their power usage was practically nonexistent.
Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls although few students used
books nowadays. Five stories above, the newly installed solar dome
skylight gave a magnificent view of the night sky.
Bryce eyed the bookshelves disdainfully. He had never particularly
liked libraries, the snooty people you often found in them, or all those
books with all their pages. He preferred iReader tablets where you
didn’t have to see all the pages left to read.
“Pretty dead in here, isn’t it?” he commented, glancing around.
“It is a little empty,” Jessica admitted. As soon as she said it, a cold
chill ran down her spine, like someone was watching her. She glanced
over her shoulder, but there was no one there.
“That’s normal though,” she said, a little louder than she meant to.
“It’s just because it’s after hours.”
Bryce didn’t respond, and Jessica felt the chill resurge.
She tried to ignore it. “Anyway, there’s a book here by one of the
professors at the university, Professor Jennings. Jennings is the head of
the physics department but he wrote this book on creationism on a
whim, to counter the widely held academic belief that man evolved
from apes without going into theological creationism theory. Suffice it
to say, the book was highly criticized. Because of his tenure and
standing in the physics community, the university allowed one copy of
his book, in print only, archived at the library. Apparently, it’s the only
copy, since he wrote it especially for his students and UNLV staff.
“Let me guess. It’s all about death.”
“No dummy, what did I just say? It’s about human origin.”
“Oh jeez,” Bryce muttered. “See, Jessica, this is where double and
triple majors start to conflict. How do you keep track of all that info
flying around your brain?”
“Well for one thing I don’t kill my own brain cells with drugs. Like
someone I know.”
When Bryce didn’t respond, Jessica thought she might have gone
too far. Then she glanced over at him—and he wasn’t there.
Jessica froze. Her mind went blank with shock. Involuntary images
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his hand. “Eric Locke. But please, call me Locke. I prefer it over Eric.”
“Jessica Bustos. And this is—”
“Bryce Costa,” Bryce said, not bothering to shake his hand. “What
are you doing here at this hour?”
Locke turned toward him, and Bryce noted uneasily that his eyes
were pure black.
“Costa!” Jessica reprimanded. “Don’t be so rude.”
“No, it’s fine,” Locke said. He smiled at Bryce. “I admit, this looks
suspicious, but I assure you it’s all perfectly harmless.” He gestured at
the display cases. “Since I’m not registered at the library, Professor
Jennings gave me permission to his book, for a project I’m working
on.”
“Oh really?” Jessica said. “What a coincidence, I’m kind of here for
one of his books too. I’m working on my thesis on human evolution.”
“Yeah,” Bryce said, raising his eyebrows at her. “What a
coincidence.”
Jessica glared at him then turned back to Locke. “Perhaps we could
get together and exchange some ideas on the subject.”
The man gave her an odd look, and then smiled slightly. “I would
like that. Here is my business card. Give me a call. I’d love to help you
with your research. It’s only a hobby of mine, but I consider myself an
expert on the subject. Now if you will excuse me, I have an important
meeting to get to and I’m running a little late.”
Bryce stared at the man’s back as he walked out. He couldn’t put
his finger on it, but something about this guy didn’t feel right. His
speech and voice were as unmatched to his age as his appearance.
Looking for a book...my butt. Bryce thought. And if it was so important
to look for a book after library hours, why leave without it?
“Wasn’t he dreamy?”
Bryce glanced over at Jessica. She had a far-off look in her eyes.
“That guy?” Bryce muttered.
“What was wrong with him?”
“I didn’t like his look or his attitude.”
“You’re jealous.”
“I am not—yeah, whatever,” Bryce said, raising both hands in
defeat. “I just think the guy is bad news.”
“Well, don’t worry. I’ll still hang with you even if this guy sweeps
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me off my feet.”
Jessica walked over to the display cases and put her hand against
the glass. The case glowed and the doors slid open. Jessica reached
inside and plucked a book from the case. Bryce waited impatiently as
she shuffled through the pages, muttering to herself. To anyone else, it
would have looked as though she was just skimming, or possibly trying
to tear the paper, but Bryce knew that she was actually picking out
whatever information she was looking for and memorizing it. He really
wondered sometimes if she was human.
After about ten minutes, Jessica closed the book and put it back in
the case. “Got it. All right Costa, let’s get out of here.”
A rumble from her mid-section sounded much louder than it should
have been in the tomb-like quietness of the library.
Jessica grinned. “Guess I’m hungry. What do you say we get a bite
to eat, Costa?”
“You go ahead,” Bryce answered distractedly. An unpleasant
thought was still nagging him. “Actually Jessica, could I…uh…that is,
could you get that book back out for me?”
Jessica frowned. “Don’t tell me you actually want to read
something?”
“Contrary to popular belief, I do go to school to learn things.
Mostly. And this sounds like it’s interesting.”
He could tell Jessica wasn’t buying it. The look on her face was a
pretty clear indication of that. But she apparently decided that arguing
was pointless. She opened the case again and handed the book to him.
“Here you go Costa. Once you’re done just put the book back and close
the door and the case will reseal. But for God’s sake don’t damage the
thing. There’s only one copy.”
“Got it Jess, don’t worry. You go get something to eat at SU. I’ll
catch up to you later. This shouldn’t take long.”
Jessica just shrugged and turned to leave. As she walked out, she
couldn’t help feeling a little...what? Hurt, she finally decided. She had
been, on various levels, rejected by three different men tonight.
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Bryce left the book on the counter and sat down in one of the
library’s very cushy, very comfortable chairs. He had dozed off many
times in chairs like these, attempting to study for one mid-term or
another. Right now, though, sleep was the furthest thing from his mind.
There had been something very creepy about that guy. Bryce felt it with
every fiber of his being. The fact Jessica had found him attractive in the
slightest was odd, but maybe not all that surprising. She didn’t date
much, her job and academics kept her insanely busy, and on those rare
times she did go out, it didn’t take long before her brains,
outspokenness, and abrasive personality made her date run for the hills.
Bryce walked back to the display cases. He scanned the titles,
unsure what he was even looking for. Although come to think of it, the
guy had said he was looking for a book that guy Jennings had written,
same as Jessica. Still, why would he say it that way? Who remembered
writers’ names? Why not just call it a biology book, or astronomy or
even astrology for that matter?
Bryce shook his head to clear it. “Dude,” he said out loud to
himself. “You have got to cut back on the booze. Now you’re conjuring
up cheap spy thriller plots and conspiracies. Maybe he was just a weird
guy looking for a boring book.”
Even as he said it, he didn’t believe it. No, there was something
amiss here. He could feel it in his gut.
Bryce looked at the books in the case again, and realized that they
were virtually all by the same person; Jennings. There were at least 20
books with his name on them. Everything from introductory physics
and quantum physics to theoretical physics had been published under
his name.
He pulled out a few of the books and started leafing through them.
He recognized some of the formulas and theories, but for the most part,
it looked like gibberish to him. He started putting the books back, then
paused. One of them wasn’t a physics book at all. By the look of it, it
wasn’t even a simple college text. The title read:
EM P
T he Bloodless Weapon
By Robert P. Jennings
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Mojave National Preserve: California-Nevada Border
The lights of the HUV pierced the blackness as Director Bustos and
Major Lucas turned off I15 onto Clark Mountain Road. The rental
agent had informed them that the mag-lev road was inaccessible, so
they opted for the all-purpose HUV, figuring that some of the roads
they would be traveling would not be tire-friendly. The road ran past an
old molybdenum plant that had shut down 20 years earlier. After a few
miles, the two-lane blacktop turned to dirt, and a few miles after that it
became a fire road barely wide enough to navigate. After a particularly
jarring bump, Lucas decided it was time to switch to hover mode. He
pushed a button and large turbo fans started rotating, gently lifting the
vehicle off the ground. The tires rotated inward and locked flat against
the underbelly. The ride instantly smoothed out. They were now
traveling a few inches above the road surface on a cushion of air.
“Thank you major. My kidneys owe you one.”
“No problem, sir,” Lucas replied. “It’s just going to take us a little
longer to get there. In hover mode, this thing can only go about 30,
probably slower on this goat path.”
“No rush. My team is already up there poking around.”
“What exactly are they looking for?”
“That’s a good question. As you have already surmised, there was
some type of nuclear event near here—a 25 megaton nuclear event.”
Lucas whistled softly. “Some event.”
“Yes. Fortunately, given the lack of detectable radiation, it appears
to have been an underground detonation,” Bustos noted
“How considerate.”
“It does help to eliminate a few theories. Probably not terrorists, per
se, as they would have detonated above ground and near a population
center.”
“Plus, most terrorists these days are so splintered and underfunded,
it’s highly unlikely they could have built a nuke,” Major Lucas added.
“Correct. Not to mention that fissionable material is so tightly
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closer was the detail that Douglas would not have to give up his own
engineering business. In fact, Bustos brought the entire engineering
business under the auspices of the NRC with the proviso that Douglas
would retain complete autonomous control while having access to the
complete resources of the agency. As the old saying goes—a win/win.
As the two of them were conversing, Lucas eyed the VTOL-55
aircraft parked off to the side.
That explains how they got all this junk down here.
He recognized some of the equipment that was deployed all around
the crater, but most of the machinery was foreign to him. As he walked
across the metal floor he noticed a sliver of a seam which appeared to
bisect the floor exactly in half.
“Mister Douglas,” he called out.
“Call me Arthur, please.”
“Okay, um…Arthur,” Major Lucas said. “Has anyone noticed that
we seem to be walking around on top of a giant door?”
“Oh, yes, yes, of course. That’s one of the many fascinating things I
wanted to show you.”
“What if it opens?”
“You’re quite right to wonder, major. We anticipated that possibility
as well, no matter how unlikely. So, we have placed transverse titanium
beams across the seam, to protect against that possibility.”
“I am assuming by the presence of the plasma drills and the lack of
holes on the floor that you have been unable to drill through this thing,”
Lucas asked, looking around.
“You are correct again. In fact, that is fascinating item number two.
This door is made of an alloy I have never run across before. It’s
impervious to all our drills. Heck, we can’t even scrape the thing to
take a metallographic sample. And so far, our spectrum analysis has
been inconclusive.”
“So, what do you think it is?” the director asked, frowning down at
the metal beneath his feet.
“I’ve searched every unclassified database I can think of. And a
few…um, sort of classified and have found nothing that even comes
close to this.”
“But if you had to give me your best guess, what do you think it
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“Richard, I can’t tell you, because I don’t think it’s from this
world.”
“You’re saying it’s extra-terrestrial?”
“That’s my best guess, yes.”
Lucas frowned. “With all due respect, Mr. Douglas—”
“Arthur,” the engineer insisted testily, as if expecting some type of
pejorative objection to his hypothesis.
“With all due respect, Arthur, assuming your best guess as to the
origin of this thing is correct, I would suggest we get everyone off this
platform as quickly as possible.”
Arthur stared at Lucas for a few seconds and scratched his head.
Lucas had completely thrown him a curveball. He expected strong
skepticism or outright ridicule from the soldier but instead he had
accepted his suggestion at face value without questioning it.
“Thank you for not disparaging my hypothesis, but what’s your
immediate concern?”
“Well, assuming your hypothesis is correct and this…door…is of
extra-terrestrial origin, actually even if it is not, a material this
advanced, and whatever hydraulics are powering it, is not going to be
impeded by a couple of titanium bars. If whoever, or whatever, decides
to open these doors, they will open. And not knowing what’s on the
other side, I would rather not be standing here. Heck, if my hypothesis
is correct, I definitely do not want to be standing on top of this thing.”
“Why not major, are you afraid of little green men?” Douglas
asked, breaking into hearty deep laughter.
“No, they don’t bother me. Heights bother me; and I believe we
have several hundred, or thousands of feet of empty space beneath our
feet.”
Lucas led the others to the side of the mountain.
“Does anyone have a pair of binoculars? And can we get some
lights aimed upward in this direction?”
No one moved for a moment, until Arthur gave a curt nod. A
technician ran over with a pair of binoculars, while several others
moved a cluster of lights toward the edge and pointed them upward
toward the opening.
“Do you see all the dirt and small rocks piled up here? Now, do you
see those markings on the wall about twenty feet up? Notice how they
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“All right, let’s get all the important instruments loaded into the
VTOL. Hustle! The lighting units and small tools can stay behind. Let’s
hurry,” Bustos ordered. He turned to Lucas. “I’ll stay here with my
team. Go ahead and take the car. Meet me back at the hotel.”
“What hotel is that, sir? We came straight here from the airport.”
“We’re booked at the Paris. Check us in, and I’ll fill you in as soon
as I get there. Oh, and by the way—thank you.”
“Yes sir.”
The major walked to the elevator while dodging the bustle of
activity all around him. As the elevator ascended, a nagging thought
kept tugging at him. There was something missing from this setup, but
he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Something about this wasn’t right.
From his increasing altitude, he was starting to realize just how
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relatively small the opening was. Only a small hover jet, or helicopter,
could easily fly down into the opening. Carrying a substantial amount
of cargo into the facility by means of small transport aircraft would be
time consuming and inefficient. Plus, that level of activity out in the
open would attract attention. Attention would seem to be the last thing
that whoever was behind this would want. Lucas walked slowly to the
HUV, an idea taking shape in his head.
Halfway down the mountain a bright flash lit up the surrounding
hills. Dry lightning, Lucas thought offhandedly. Not uncommon around
these parts. As he rounded a sharp curve further down the mountain, a
movement by the side of the road caught his eye.
He stopped the HUV, grabbed the gun from his bag, and walked
cautiously across the road. A strange smell of ozone and charred flesh
assaulted his nose.
As he got closer he realized the movement he had seen was an
injured coyote attempting to drag itself into the bushes. Lucas
wondered why the animal was so eerily quiet. After a few more steps,
he realized the severity of the creature’s injuries. Its front legs were
gone and most of its throat had been ripped off, which explained the
silence. Yet, there was no blood. He was amazed that the creature was
still alive. This must have happened recently, he decided.
The coyote looked at him momentarily, then lowered its head,
instinctively knowing that its life was over.
Lucas wasn’t looking forward to what had to be done, but he
couldn’t let the poor creature continue to suffer. He raised his gun,
aimed it at the animal’s head and fired a single shot. As he stood over
the sorry animal, wondering what happened to it, his mind suddenly
flashed back to a memory from 30 years prior.
He had been hiking in the southern Oregon Mountains, on his
vision quest. Although not widely practiced among his people, his
grandfather had encouraged him to go, in an attempt to give him some
focus. As a boy, Lucas was constantly in trouble for his pranks. After
his latest, which had gotten him expelled, his exasperated parents had
sent him to spend some time with his grandfather, hoping that the
elder’s wisdom might rub off on the troubled teen. That was just fine
with young Lucas, who loved spending time with his grandfather. He
had taught him to hunt, fish, and to respect nature and all her creatures.
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After a few days on the quest without food, and very little water, he
felt as though he was being stalked. He caught glimpses of wolves
flanking him. He built a fire that night, to keep the creatures at bay.
Although he tried hard to stay awake, sometime during the night he fell
asleep.
To this day, he was unsure if what happened next was real. He
awoke to the low growl of several wolves surrounding him. They
leered at him, eyes glowing red in the reflected light of the dying
campfire. He looked around desperately searching for his walking
stick, realizing even as he did so that it would not be much of a weapon
against the pack.
Just as the pack prepared to attack, a lone coyote ran out of the
woods, yelping and snapping at the wolves. The pack could have easily
attacked and killed the lone creature, but they did not. The coyote and
the alpha wolf stared at each other for several minutes, almost as
though they were communicating. After a while, the wolves turned and
disappeared into the darkness. The coyote then tilted its head back and
howled at the rising moon just appearing over the treetops. Turning, its
eyes bore into Lucas as though looking right into his soul. He held out
his hand to the animal. It sniffed it for a few seconds, then turned and
disappeared into the trees.
His grandfather later explained the vision to him. The coyote
represented a jokester or trickster, but according to legend, it was also a
healer and the creator of man. It represented the ability and will to
survive in the harshest of conditions.
He hadn’t given that incident, or vision, much thought in the
intervening years. But now, as he looked down at the mutilated body of
the regal creature, he wondered if that encounter had been the turning
point in his life. He had, after all, soon thereafter turned around his
mischievous ways to concentrate on his studies. Coincidence, maybe,
but he wasn’t much of a believer in coincidences. Perhaps the ancients
understood the connections between all creatures. Maybe the coyote
truly was his guiding spirit.
He carefully examined the animal’s wounds. Something seemed
odd. It was as though the legs had been surgically removed and the
wound cauterized.
What kind of sick bastard would do that?
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large boulder, cold sweat running down his back, blood streaming
heavily down his arms. He took off his shirt and waved it around the
rock to see if the thing was still poised to start blasting. All seemed
quiet. Apparently, at this distance at least, it no longer considered him a
threat.
He cautiously backed away from the rock, making sure that it was
in line between him and the death-spitting-machine-from-hell. Once on
the other side of the road, he got down on his belly and crawled to the
far side of the HUV. He guessed that the weapon’s sensors were
calibrated to detect motion within a short radius. Otherwise, the thing
would have blasted them off the road on the way up, or vaporized him
before he had hiked halfway up the hill. Still, he wasn’t taking any
chances. He got in on the passenger side, started the vehicle while
crouched down, and slowly backed the HUV a few hundred feet down
the road. He stopped the HUV and got out to inspect the damage—both
his own and the vehicle’s.
He shone the flashlight on the HUV and laughed humorlessly. “I
hope the director remembered to get the full insurance package when
he rented this baby.”
He stood in front of the remaining headlight of the HUV to look at
his own injuries. Most of them seemed to be superficial cuts and
scrapes. But the cut on his upper arm appeared to be rather nasty. It was
jagged, deep and oozing blood. He grabbed a bottle of water from his
bag and started washing out the wound. He then tore a piece out of his
shirt and tied it tightly above the cut. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to
bleed to death any time soon, he climbed back in the HUV, sat back
against the seat, closed his eyes and said a prayer of thanks to the
coyote that had almost cost him his life, and then saved it.
Trickster and jokester, indeed.
The remainder of the drive back down the mountain was slow and
uneventful. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, his arm throbbed and
the rest of his body felt like he had gone headfirst into a meat grinder.
He tried switching the HUV back to AWD as soon as the road turned to
blacktop. As he suspected, the blast had damaged the hydraulic
mechanism. It had to limp the rest of the way in hover mode. He pulled
to a stop across the road from the molybdenum plant, and sat scanning
his surroundings for any sign of movement. After ten minutes with no
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apparent signs of life, he got out and walked across the road, stopping a
few yards from the fence. He picked up a rock and threw it at the fence.
Nothing happened. He got closer and peered into the darkness at the
side of the building.
“You sure look familiar,” he said into the darkness.
He went back to the HUV and turned it around so that the headlight
pointed directly at the side of the building. No doubt about it, sitting on
the edge of the roof was a weapon identical to the one that had tried to
kill him. Maybe that’s why the one on the mountainside had looked
familiar—he must have caught a glimpse of this one on the drive up.
He walked cautiously back to his vehicle, half-expecting the thing to
come to life and start blasting away, but like the one on the mountain, it
didn’t perceive him as a threat at this distance.
As he walked back to the car, Lucas considered his options. He
knew he should probably contact the director and fill him in, but he
was probably still occupied with the evacuation from the summit.
Surely Bustos didn’t need this on his plate just yet. Lucas knew he also
needed to get his arm looked at, but that too could wait.
As he got to the car, he realized just how much his head hurt. Not
feeling any desire to drive, he leaned back in the driver seat and closed
his eyes, determined to rest for just a moment.
Less than a minute later, he was asleep.
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people.”
“Yes, something like that. Would you like some tea?”
“No, thank you,” JW said, registering the bizarre juxtaposition of
his sudden good manners with the situation in general. “Some coffee
would be nice, though.”
“Certainly,” responded the alien as he disappeared.
Great, another magic trick. JW thought.
The alien reappeared a few minutes later holding two steaming
beverages. He gave the coffee cup to JW and sat down next to him,
gently steeping his tea.
“How did you pull that disappearing act, anyway?” JW asked, as he
took a sip of the wonderful smelling beverage.
The alien looked confused. Then his face brightened. “Oh, of
course. Again, I must apologize. Some things that are common to me
are obviously very strange to you. I simply went into another room,
which is separated by an energy curtain. Once you go behind it, you do
seem to disappear, much as if one walked into a different room. They
are more efficient than what you would call a conventional wall or
bulkhead on a ship.”
“Of course! Silly me.”
Although the alien didn’t feel particularly jovial, he had to smile.
There was something about this human that was very endearing.
“Exactly how much would you like me to tell you?” the alien said,
as he leaned back in his chair, appearing much more relaxed after a few
sips of his tea.
“Uh, everything, for starters. Who you are—where you come
from—why you’re here.”
“Very well then.”
The alien took another sip from his tea as a dreamy faraway look
came into his eyes. “Tea is a wonderful beverage,” he said to no one in
particular. “Such a shame it does not exist on my world.”
He looked back to JW. “Ah yes. My world. As I’ve shown you, I
am from a world some 250 light years from Earth. We call ourselves
Uvsum. We have lived there for some 750,000,000 of your years.”
JW raised his eyebrows. “Your species is 750,000,000 years old?”
“As near as we can determine. Some have hypothesized that we are
over a billion years old, but there is no concrete proof. But there are
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benefits. Matter of fact, I buy some really expensive coffee from the
Kona coast and they never question me about it.”
The guard kept babbling on nervously as they walked slowly across
the road. He placed his hand on a scanner by the gate, which opened
leisurely.
“I have to bring my car inside, otherwise someone might question
it.”
“Are there security cameras?”
“They don’t need any. They got some nasty ass weapons on the
rooftop that can pulverize anyone who breaks in here. They deactivate
themselves once an authorized person accesses the premises, but can be
reactivated from inside. They also activate if anyone tries to climb the
fence.”
“Go ahead and drive your car inside.”
With Lucas in the passenger seat, the guard drove through the gate,
which immediately closed behind them. With Lucas still holding a gun
on him, the guard walked up to the door and placed his hand on another
scanner. The door gave a barely audible click and hissed open.
They walked into a room that, while lacking in décor, certainly
appeared comfortable enough. There was a complete kitchen with a
full-size refrigerator, stove and sink. In the corner was a comfortable
looking couch and in front of a large window sat a desk with a modern
ergonomic chair and an array of surveillance monitors.
“So, if there are no cameras, what are those monitors for?” Lucas
asked, warily.
“I thought you were asking about cameras outside,” the guard
responded, the nervousness returning to his voice. “These are for the
inside of the facility.”
“By inside you mean—?”
“The underground tunnels. The ones that…” his voice trailed off.
“That what?”
“Hey, I shouldn’t be telling you any of this. I could lose my job, or
worse.”
“Right now, I am the ‘worse.’ So, losing your job should be the
least of your worries.”
“Look, you don’t understand. I know you have a gun and all and
can kill me. I get that. But the people I work for, they’re—let’s just say
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that I’ve heard rumors of what happens to employees who betray their
confidence. Dying is the least of my worries.”
Inwardly, Lucas frowned. He could practically sense the fear rolling
off the guard and hear it in his voice. Far more fear than seemed
natural, even for someone being held at gunpoint.
“Who do you work for anyway?”
“To be honest, I’m not exactly sure. My paycheck comes from a
company called CB&S Accounting. I was hired by a woman who
comes by occasionally to check on things. Man, she gives me the
willies. Sometimes when she looks at me with those cold dark eyes, I
could swear she’s eyeing me the same way a cat looks at a small
mouse. Gives me the shivers just thinking about it.”
“Doesn’t seem like she cares for you much, so why did she hire
you?”
“Don’t know. I worked as a guard at the Cosm. One day, she strolls
in like she owns the place, walks right up to me and says: ‘You’re
coming to work for me.’ Then she hands me five solid gold coins and
tells me that it’s my signing bonus. That, and the fact that she made it
pretty obvious that saying no was not an option, and well, here I am.”
“Interesting. And all you do every day is come in here, make
yourself some coffee and stare at those monitors?”
“Pretty much. Hey, speaking of coffee, what do you say we make
some?”
“You go ahead and do that. Do you have anything to eat?”
“Yeah! I’m fully stocked. Like I said, they don’t bother me much
about what I get for provisions. If you’ll, um, stop pointing that gun at
me, I’ll fix us something. Left the house a little late this morning, and
then wouldn’t you know it, there was a nasty wreck on the mag-lev 15i,
which made me even more late. Anyway, didn’t eat at home and didn’t
have time to pick anything up. Wife tells me I’m a pretty good cook.”
The guard continued to ramble on as he moved toward the kitchen,
and Lucas tucked the gun in his belt and sat down in front of the
surveillance monitors. They all seemed to show images of different
angles of the same tunnel. On closer inspection though, he realized that
there were at least two different tunnels. One of the tunnels was
smoothed into a makeshift road, while the other appeared to be just
dirt. This just keeps getting more and more bizarre, Lucas thought.
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“Yes. It gets you two brownie points. Ninety-eight more and we can
be friends. In the meantime, I have to figure a few things out.”
“Like what? Can I help?”
“Like you for instance,” Lucas said, giving the guard a hard look.
He didn’t want the guy getting too complacent.
“What you mean?”
“I mean, look at this place. This setup, those tunnels. We’re talking
serious money. No offense, but why hire you?”
“None taken, I guess,” the man replied, looking offended
nevertheless.
“I mean look,” Lucas continued, “there are some serious bad-ass
former military types running around out there. With the defense cuts
over the last couple of decades, there are literally thousands of special
ops and similar types who would be perfect for this job. I guarantee you
I wouldn’t have gotten the drop on one of them like I did on you.”
“Thanks,” the guard said, giving him the side-eye.
“Like I said, no offense, but by your own admission this isn’t your
first career choice. So, for a high tech, high security, apparently ultra-
secret facility—why hire a cook instead of a trained killer?”
“I’ve had training.”
“I’m sure you have. I have friends who have pilot’s licenses for
single engine aircraft. That doesn’t mean they can fly combat jets.”
The guard huffed. “What’s your point?”
“Don’t you ever wonder what goes on here? Have you ever
explored those tunnels?”
“No.”
Bingo. Lucas thought.
“That’s why they hired you. It wasn’t random; these people studied
you. They knew exactly who you were and what they were getting—
someone who did as he was told, no questions asked.”
“Isn’t that what those special ops guys are supposed to do?”
“While they’re in the military, maybe,” Major Lucas said with a
shrug. “But in here, doing nothing for eight hours a day? They’d be
going ape-shit trying to figure out what’s going on. So—right, I just
realized I don’t know your name.”
“Wayne. Wayne Teggs.”
“So, Wayne, what’s going on here?”
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Then they turned on the sound and left. I could hear his moaning and
see him struggle as he tried to free himself. Soon the night critters
showed up and started in on him. I turned it off then, but not quick
enough to drown out his screams. Occasionally I still wake up in a cold
sweat with his screams ringing in my ears.”
“Evil,” Lucas murmured under his breath.
“To say the least. So, anyway, when you pulled the gun on me this
morning, it wasn’t the gun that frightened me. Heck, a bullet to the
head and it’s over. See you in hell, right? I got life insurance—my
family will be taken care of. What was going through my mind was
suffering the same fate that befell that poor bastard. No one deserves
that.”
“Oh, I can think of some people who do.”
“Yeah, well, okay. Maybe them.”
“Heh, I guess I owe you an apology. At the time I thought you were
one of them.”
“I guess I am, in a way.”
“Really?” Lucas asked. “Would you have done to me what they did
to your pal?”
“No!”
“Then, you’re not one of them.”
“Thanks,” Wayne said, dropping his gaze. “And for the record, no
hard feelings, about pulling the gun and all. I can understand how all
this must seem to a military type.”
They sat silently for a while.
“You know, you told me your name, but you still haven’t told me
why you’re here or what the Air Force has to do with any of this.”
“I guess I do owe you that much,” Lucas said. “If I tell you, will
you help me get into those tunnels?”
“Heck, I’ll help you even if you don’t tell me. I figure once they
find out I let someone in here I’m as good as dead anyway, so I guess
today is as good a day to die as any.”
“I don’t think it will go that far. As soon as we get out of here, I’ll
make sure you and your family are well protected.”
“Fair enough. So, what are you doing here?”
“To be honest, I’m not a hundred percent sure. I’m trying to find
out if this place and the people you work for are involved in what
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“Yep.”
Lucas tapped the table. “That would make sense. They would have
had to rotate them out to protect them from overexposure to the
radiation. I’m guessing that the sick ones were accidentally exposed to
a little too much and needed treatment for radiation poisoning before
going back to work.”
“It also explains why the docs were never the same.”
“What do you mean?”
“The medical docs. The ones who came to treat the lab-coats—it
was never the same guy twice. After what I saw in that video, I shudder
to think the fate that befell them.”
Darkly, Lucas considered that. “What a lovely bunch. These people
are really starting to piss me off.”
Abruptly he stood up. “So Wayne, what do you say we go explore
those tunnels?”
They both knew it wasn’t really a question.
The two of them walked down a long corridor toward the back of
the building. The door at the end opened as soon as Wayne placed his
hand on the scanner. Beyond it lay a large room with high ceilings and
multiple garage style doors—each at least 20-by-30 feet wide. Opposite
those doors were two circular doors, one large and one small. Wayne
headed toward the larger of the two doors and placed his left eye
against an optical scanner. After a few seconds, the door slid open
silently. They walked onto a platform into a perfectly round tunnel
constructed out of some unidentifiable material. The floor was metallic
and curled up at the edges, apparently to accommodate some type of
vehicle.
“Any idea how far these go?” Lucas asked, already having a pretty
good idea as to the answer.
“I have no idea. All I know is that they run a mag-lev vehicle
through this one to transport equipment and personnel. Where it goes,
and how far, I couldn’t tell you.”
“I think I may know. Do we walk or do you know how to retrieve a
shuttle?”
Without answering, Wayne walked to a control panel on the wall
and punched in some numbers. The tunnel lit up like daylight. A few
hundred yards away it sloped upward. They heard a slight humming,
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“I’ll say. Judging from those readings, we’re lucky we’re not
glowing bright green.”
“Wait until you turn off the lights,” the major said with a wry grin.
“Good point.”
“You know what I don’t understand?”
“What’s that?” Wayne said, his eyes half-closed.
“Why are you still alive?”
Wayne’s eyes opened wide. “Come again?”
“Doesn’t seem to me that whoever is behind all of this would be the
kind of people to leave loose ends. Judging from the readings we got at
the end of the tunnel, I don’t believe they’ll be using this facility again.
That being the case—why are you still here and breathing? You, my
friend, are a loose end.”
“Maybe they just forgot about me,” Wayne suggested breezily,
although his face had gone ashen.
“Yeah, maybe,” Lucas said, without much conviction.
“What now?”
Lucas closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m not sure. Above my pay
grade. Let’s get out of here and I’ll turn this whole mess over to my
superiors. I’m sure they’re wondering about my well-being by now.”
“You think I should come with you?”
“I guarantee you that staying here will not be conducive to your
continued good health, Wayne. Besides, I need transportation. You saw
that my car is somewhat deficient. Let’s go get me patched up and find
out about getting you some protection.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
They hurried down the platform toward the access panel. Wayne
placed his eye against the scanner and the giant door slid open.
Two men stood waiting for them. They lifted their weapons and
opened fire.
Lucas dove to his left, simultaneously rolling and grabbing his gun
from his belt just as the dual shotguns discharged, sending a deafening
roar echoing up the tunnel.
The fact that Wayne still had his face to the scanner saved his life.
Most of the double-aught pellets from the first shotgun slammed
harmlessly into the thick concrete wall next to Wayne’s head. Two of
the pellets tore into his shoulder, spinning him sideways. The shotgun
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His thoughts drifted back to the present as soft footsteps rustled the
grass behind him.
“Fa?” Drevis asked softly. “Ma is awake.”
“Thank you,” Nwarht replied. “The hunting party should be ready
to depart. Go and join them.”
“Yes, Fa.”
Nwarht watched him walk back down the hill, then turned and
followed the trail toward the camp. All around the camp the clan was
hard at work cleaning and cooking. Nwarht ignored them and ducked
into the hut at the far end. A small fire burned inside, reflecting off the
walls, sending sparkling shadows throughout the hut.
Idre lay on a bed of animal skins, her eyes illuminated in the
flames. She tried to push herself up as Nwarht came in, but it was
clearly too much for her and she fell back.
“Don’t,” Nwarht said, kneeling by her side. “You’ll strain
yourself.”
Idre tried to speak, but all she could do was cough.
Nwarht took her hands, hot as embers, squeezed gently, and looked
into her vibrant green eyes. He could see that the light in those eyes
was rapidly dimming. It did not seem right that they had survived
attacks from all kinds of beasts on land and sea. Survived the wrath of
the planet itself—fires, floods, earth shakes, sky lights, and liquid
fire—and now his beautiful wife was going to be taken away from him
by the internal fire caused by a scratch from the spear of one of those
vile creatures. Once she was gone, he was not sure he would want to
continue. There seemed no point.
“My love,” she whispered softly. “I can see the look of despair in
your eyes. But you must be strong and thrive, for the sake of our
children.”
“They are young and strong. They will thrive and do well without
me. I am old.”
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“They need you, Nwarht. You have much to teach them. And in
case you haven’t noticed, you have not aged. Not like I have. There is
something special about you, and the gods have a plan for you that
transcends my existence. So, be strong! Be strong for our children, be
strong and live, for as long as you live, so will your memory of me.”
Reaching up, she pulled the stone charm on her necklace free and
placed it in his hands.
He felt tears building up at the corners of his eyes and turned away
so Idre would not see his moment of weakness. She didn’t have to see
it. She reached up and gently wiped the tears that were streaming down
his face. Her hand fell back down to her side, and she closed her eyes
for the last time.
The cry that echoed through the encampment was not entirely
human. It was something wrought from the depths of a sorrow so
profound that the sound went straight through the souls of everyone
who heard it. The thing that emerged from the tent with his mate
cradled limply in his arms was not human. He was something primeval,
savage and full of rage. The look in his red-veined eyes left very little
doubt that someone, or something, was going to pay for this outrage.
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University of Nevada-Las Vegas: Paradise, Nevada
Sunday, September 16th, 2046
The rising sun sent beams of light through the windows of the
student union building, illuminating the pages of the open book lying
on the table.
Jessica slowly blinked the sleep from her eyes as she stretched,
looking around the room. Except for her, it was empty. Bryce had left at
about 2:30 to go sleep in the car, after spending half the night twitching
and generally looking more disturbed than he usually did. She could
see he wanted to tell her something, but didn’t volunteer any
information and she wasn’t interested in pressing him for whatever it
was that was bothering him.
Yawning, Jessica picked the book off the table. She stood up and
glanced at her watch—6:23. About four hours of sleep—two hours
longer than she normally got. No wonder she felt so refreshed.
She started walking toward the exit, grimacing as she did so. She
hadn’t showered since yesterday morning and she was pretty sure it
was obvious. Hopefully no one would walk to close to her. She really
needed to start carrying perfume with her.
As Jessica neared the parking lot, steering clear of the few students
wandering the campus on a Sunday, her phone rang. Digging it out of
her pocket, Jessica glanced at the picture on the screen. For a second,
she was almost too surprised to answer. Shaking her head, she hit the
answer button.
“Hi Dad, how’s it going?”
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Something was crawling across his chest. He brushed it off. The
cockroach scuttled away through a film of grime.
Alarmed, he scrambled to his feet. Everything seemed to be moving
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Someone was shaking his shoulder. With a startled yell, he sat bolt
upright and immediately whacked his head on the roof of the car.
“Good morning,” Jessica said, sitting down in the driver’s seat and
turning the key in the ignition. “Have a good night’s sleep?”
“No,” Bryce grumbled, rubbing his head. “I had a really weird
dream.”
“Hmm, I’m sorry,” she said absently, putting the car in gear and
pulling out of their parking space. “Well, you can sleep on the way.”
“The way you drive?” he muttered. “Not likely.”
“Jeez, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,” Jessica said,
mimicking Bryce’s customary breezy sarcasm.
“Well, considering I didn’t have a bed to sleep on last night—”
“If you had just gone back to your hotel like I told you to, then you
wouldn’t have had that problem.”
“And left you here by yourself?” Bryce asked, shaking his head.
“Hardly.”
“You left anyway!”
“Well, that’s not the point!”
After an awkward silence, Jessica said slowly. “What’s bothering
you?”
Bryce glanced at her. “What makes you think something’s
bothering me?”
“Um, I know you Costa. So come on, what is it?”
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He hesitated a long time before speaking. “Okay look, say that you
found out about something bad. Like, um, really, really bad. What
would you do?”
She frowned. “Well, depends on what it was. I mean, family issues
bad, or someone’s lost cocaine shipment bad—?”
“Like…end of the world bad.”
Jessica was silent for a moment. “You’re sober, right?”
“Yes! I’m being for reals right now Jessica.”
“Look Costa, for the sake of argument, let’s say I found out the
world really was coming to an end, if there was nothing I could do
about it I would just try to enjoy and appreciate whatever time I had
left.”
Jessica glanced at him. “Did that answer your question?”
That didn’t freaking help in the slightest. He forced a smile. “Yep.
Totally.”
For a few minutes, Bryce watched the scenery pass by outside,
thinking. As the skyline of the Vegas strip appeared in the distance, he
turned to Jessica. “Well, it was fun Jess. But, I kinda want to be
heading out, so just drop me off at the Luxor.”
She glanced at him in surprise. “You’re not staying the rest of the
weekend?”
“Er, no. I have a report due this week I have to work on. So, I really
need to get going.”
She shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
They pulled up to the front of the Luxor. Bryce climbed out of the
car, waved goodbye and walked into the lobby.
Jessica frowned thoughtfully. “Report due? Since when do you do
homework Costa? What is going on with you lately?”
Clicking her tongue, Jessica pulled away from the Luxor and
headed toward Caesar’s Palace.
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The pilot tapped his fingers against the display case, multiple
thoughts coursing through his mind. The data wafer he had come for
wasn’t here. He should have gone with his instinct and killed the two
students when they first walked in on him, even though such a messy
scenario could have complicated his life unnecessarily.
There had been something about the girl he found intriguing and for
that reason alone he had spared them. It had been a long time, a very
long time, since a woman had interested him.
Even if the woman did prove too interesting to eliminate, the
obnoxious male was not. He had found the data wafer, the clumsy cut
in the inside of the book made that quite obvious. But how could he
have possibly known? Chance, bad luck, fate perhaps? The pilot had
cheated death, bad luck and fate for so long that he had to wonder when
it would all catch up to him. Would fate laugh in his face now, when his
revenge was so near?
It did not matter. If he failed, he failed, but he wasn’t going to stop
now. He clicked his MiWatch.
“Osaka, I have a job for you,” he spoke into the phone before there
was time for a simple ‘hello’”.
“I’m fine boss, thanks for asking,” a female voice responded, soft
and liltingly seductive. “And how are we doing today?”
Without bothering to acknowledge the response, he clicked his
watch again. “His name is Bryce Costa and he has something that
belongs to me. Get it. If he resists, terminate him.”
“What is it exactly that I’m supposed to retrieve?”
“It’s all in the file I just sent you. And Osaka?”
“Yes, boss?”
“Do not push me—you can be replaced you know.”
“You wouldn’t do that to me, you love me too mu—”
With a flick of his hand, the pilot terminated the connection.
Turning, he strode from the library out into the morning sunlight. With
the annoying male now as good as dead, he had other things to turn his
attention to.
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The line went dead, and with an irritated hiss, Osaka returned her
phone to her purse.
“Rude bastard,” she muttered to herself. She might be a cold-
blooded killer herself, with a taste for human flesh, but at least she had
good manners. The guy might as well be a Neanderthal—all the finesse
and etiquette of a thug. Oh well, I have a job to do, so let’s see what’s
on the menu.
She walked to the nearest McCafé and ordered one of her current
favorites—a caffeine concoction made with Kopi Luwak coffee beans.
She sat down at one of the sidewalk café tables and took a sip. She
closed her eyes and savored the coffee before letting it go down her
throat. The fact that the very rare and expensive coffee was made with
beans that came out of some rodent’s butt, made it taste that much
better. She put on her sunglasses, linked them to her phone and started
reading the file the boss had sent.
She looked at the image of Bryce Costa and subconsciously licked
her lips. Not bad, not bad at all. Too bad he would probably be dead by
the end of the day. She scanned the rest of the file, including her
compensation for the job and wondered why the pay was so high—this
appeared to be a straightforward recovery. Maybe this Bryce Costa was
more of a talent than his skinny frame indicated. She had little doubt
that she could handle him by herself, still, why take chances? She
would call some of her extra muscle as cheap insurance.
She sat for a few more minutes enjoying her coffee and doing some
research on Bryce Costa. Seemed like your generic rich college frat
boy—long on looks, short on brains, too much partying, not enough
ambition. She finished off her coffee in one big gulp, took off her
glasses, and headed off down the street. Before she had finished her
coffee, she had already decided that she was going to kill him herself.
With any luck, she could take her time and do it slowly, inflicting as
much pain as possible. A smile that was pure evil and not entirely
human, crossed her face as she strode purposefully down the sidewalk.
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doubled over as a sharp pain from his wound stabbed through his
senses. He clutched his side tighter as one of those fragments flashed
through his mind.
He was standing in a blasted landscape, back to back with several
others, firing weapons frantically at an army of creatures. He shouted a
command, and then something grabbed him from behind, lifted him
high into the air, then hurled him toward the ground far below.
Nwarht blinked, and the image vanished. At any other time, he
would have tried to make sense of what he had just seen. But right now,
he had bigger problems.
Behind him, someone shouted, “There!”
Nwarht glanced over his shoulder. Five of Octavius’s soldiers had
just rounded the corner at the end of the street.
A centurion drew his sword, yelling. “Get him!”
Gritting his teeth, Nwarht began to run, knocking peasants and
farmers out of the way as he charged down the street.
Ahead of him, the Pharos Lighthouse rose above the other
buildings. The trading ship docks surrounding the lighthouse were
Nwarht’s sole focus. He had to get away from this place. Halfway
across the Heptastadion causeway that linked the ports to the island of
Pharos, he felt ancient battle instincts kick in. He heeded the inner
warning and dove to the ground, barely avoiding the centurion’s sword
as it sliced the air where his head had been a moment before.
The centurion was momentarily thrown off-balance, and before he
could compensate Nwarht slammed his foot into the man’s calf from
the side, bringing the centurion down. As the man struggled to push
himself back up, encumbered by his heavy armor, Nwarht grabbed his
sword and with a single swing, decapitated the soldier. He pivoted with
the bloody sword raised just in time to block a swing from an attacking
legionary. Three others were rapidly closing in on him.
Another soldier lunged, his sword swinging. Nwarht stepped inside
the strike and stabbed his attacker in the arm, causing the man to drop
his sword. As the man swung blindly at him with his good side, Nwarht
grabbed his arm and threw him over the edge of the causeway down to
the sea below.
Trying to ignore the pain radiating up his torso, Nwarht began
running again, the sword tucked at his side. Near the base of the
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lighthouse, one of the trade ships was being prepared to sail for Europe.
Stumbling off the causeway and across the threshold of Pharos Island,
Nwarht ran toward the ship.
“Osiris!”
The voice boomed out from above him. From around either side of
the lighthouse, a cohort of Roman soldiers appeared. Octavius himself
stood atop the wall that surrounded the perimeter of the lighthouse. He
was flanked by two bowmen, each with an arrow pointed at Nwarht.
Nwarht stopped, still yards from the ship that had started moving
slowly along the dock as though trying to sneak away from the
confrontation. He glared up at Octavius.
“In reality, I intensely dislike that name.”
Octavius raised his eyebrows. “But why? For that is what your
fellow Egyptians called you, is it not? Lord of the dead. The one who
rules the underworld. The immortal.”
He narrowed his eyes before adding, “The one who was resurrected
from the grave.”
Nwarht cursed under his breath. He should have realized that his
longevity would attract attention someday.
Another stupid oversight on my part.
Octavius held up his hands. “Not to worry. I have no intention of
killing you...yet. My plan to annex Egypt is almost complete. Now, I’ll
put my last intention to action.”
Realization dawned on Nwarht’s face. “Me.”
The soldiers drew their swords. “Indeed.” Octavius said with a thin
smile. “You see, for many years there were rumors of a man who lived
in Egypt and who had lived there since the dawn of time. It was said
that he ruled over the dead, and that any who found his favor would
control souls in the afterlife. I made it my goal to find him. And now,
here you are.”
Octavius stepped forward. “Once I have you in my custody, I will
uncover just what it is that makes you immortal. And I swear by the
gods I will use that knowledge to ensure that my empire never falls.”
Nwarht sneered in contempt. “You’re a fool. Whatever made me
what I am is far beyond your simple-minded understanding. And if you
seriously believe that your empire can survive even half my lifetime,
you are sadly disillusioned. Rome will fall before you can even come
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should let the “Erus” handle it. He paid almost $800 for the thing and
had no desire to break it while tinkering with it.
The Eru Bar, as it had become to be known, stretched almost all the
way across the second-floor wall with about 15 Erus behind it, all
helping customers with various devices. Another worker showed Bryce
to the Eru on the far left. The Eru, whose nametag identified him as
Jerry, listened patiently while Bryce told him his sob story about the
data wafer. When Bryce was finished, the guy stood up slowly with a
bored expression and stretched lazily. “So, all you want is the data
wiped? That’s simple.”
“Um, yes,” Bryce said, trying not to sound as irritated as he felt.
“But I still want the data, just not on my device. It takes up way too
much memory. But I don’t have anything with the capacity. So, if I
could buy what you transfer it on, something cheap, I would appreciate
it.”
“Yeah, that’s still easy. Give me ten minutes.” Without waiting for a
reply, he took Bryce’s watch and went into one of back rooms.
“Yeah, that’s still easy,” Bryce mimicked irritably. “I hate Erus.”
With a sigh, he began browsing through some of the random items
on the nearby wall. He had been meaning to buy some new wireless
pod phones that went inside the ear canal and created some
unbelievable sound. He figured as long as he was here he might as well
look. He’d won some money in Vegas so he might as well put it to
good use.
He picked up a likely item, and then almost had a coronary when he
saw the price tag. “Five-hundred for some lousy earpieces? Yeah, in
what universe Mi?” Shaking his head, he bent down to put the box
back on the shelf.
As he stood up, he accidentally knocked a row of MiPad cases off
their shelf. Cursing, he scooped them up, trying not to look like a
complete idiot. Thankfully, there was barely anyone on the second floor
apart from the customers at the bar, and they weren’t likely to notice.
Before he could put them back, something on the very bottom shelf
caught his eye. Buried all the way against the wall behind a mass of
charger cords, was a thin black box. It had no markings that he could
see. Frowning, he dumped the MiPad cases on the floor and bent down
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figure out what it was. It was about MiPad size but a little bigger and
bulkier. Maybe a smart board or something like that, but that didn’t
seem right either.
“All right, you’re all set.”
Bryce looked over at the Eru Bar in surprise. Jerry the Eru was
standing by the counter, the watch and a thin data drive in his hand.
“Thank you,” Bryce said walking over to him, holding out the box.
“Um, do you mind telling me what this is?”
“Well, let me see,” Jerry said, nudging another genius out of the
way to get to one of the huge retina computer displays. “I’ll have to
scan it.”
What, genius? Don’t know what it is? Bryce thought, but he kept
his mouth shut.
“Interesting,” Jerry muttered, a look of surprise momentarily
flashing across his face. He pulled the box open and took out a circular
disc with a hole in the middle with what looked like a camera inside. To
Bryce, it looked like a giant silver donut.
“So,” he said, looking the donut over skeptically. “What is it?”
“A MiDiscus,” Jerry said, setting the thing down on the bar. “It’s a
flying RC camera.”
“Really?” Bryce said, his interest suddenly piqued. “How does it
work?”
“Watch,” Jerry said. Plucking a thin remote out of the box, he
stepped back and tapped the remote twice.
The donut made a soft whine, bucked a few times on the counter
then rose into the air.
“What!” Bryce exclaimed. The donut circled the store, dipping and
diving over the heads of customers, most of whom were too absorbed
in whatever device they were looking at to notice.
Jerry had the donut circle a few more times, then landed it smoothly
on the floor at Bryce’s feet, who picked it up as it powered down.
“All right,” Bryce said. “I will admit I’m impressed. Even if the
technology is a little dated.”
“Yeah it is,” Jerry agreed, setting the remote down on the counter.
“Were you interested?”
“Maybe,” Bryce said absently. “I wasn’t really looking to spend a
whole bunch of money though. I mean, it’s probably expensive.”
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were already on the second floor. The woman raised her arm and
pointed at him. On her wrist was a golden bracelet with thin barrels that
resembled the cylinder in a revolver. There was very little doubt in
Bryce’s mind as to the purpose of the bracelet.
“Bryce Costa,” she said, her voice cutting through the shrieks of
panicked geniuses. “Hand over the data wafer and its information. This
does not have to get messy.”
“It already has,” Bryce said, inching back against the bar. “You just
liquefied an innocent Eru.”
“Nobody is truly innocent,” the woman replied. “The data wafer,
please.”
“The data?” Bryce asked, putting on his best dumb face, though it
probably didn’t come out that way. “What data?”
“Idiot,” the woman hissed. She stepped closer and the bodyguards
followed. “I know all about you, my dear Bryce. You are interfering
with events you cannot control and do not have the courage to face.
Hand that device over and maybe I’ll let you live. Otherwise, you die
right now.”
That’s the second time today someone told me I was going to die,
Bryce mused. But this was no dream. Bryce had no doubt the woman
was quite real, and seconds away from rendering him as inert and
insubstantial as a block of over-microwaved Velveeta.
“You’re right,” he said aloud, mentally gauging the distance
between them. “I don’t have the courage. So…bye-bye.”
Grabbing his donut and data disk, he bolted for the stairs.
Whatever guardian angel watched over party-frat-boy-slackers was
looking out for him that day. He wouldn’t have made it halfway to the
stairs if a large screaming lady, holding several shopping bags, hadn’t
slammed into the two bodyguards who had moved to intercept him.
Shoes, clothes, MiPhones and Victoria’s no-longer-secret lingerie went
flying. Bryce made a clean break for the staircase.
Behind him he heard the woman bellowing orders to her
bodyguards as they charged after him, knocking over floor displays and
Erus. Obviously, they were not fans of Mi. Maybe the Tiri navigator
had given them wrong directions to get here. Whatever the case, Bryce
didn’t dare look back. He charged through the shoppers making a
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the sunlight.
All around him, people were gathering to see what was going on—
the one constant of human beings is their fascination with the prospect
of unfolding catastrophe. Trying not to get mowed over, Bryce wove in
and out of the crowd.
Something zipped past his ear and an unfortunate onlooker began
melting.
“Bryce Costa!” the woman yelled from somewhere behind him, as a
new set of screams arose from the crowd. “You cannot escape!”
“Well I’m certainly going to try,” Bryce muttered to himself as he
dodged a baby stroller on the sidewalk.
He glanced over his shoulder. The trio of psychos were pushing
their way through the crowd, gaining ground on him. Distressingly, his
rental car was all the way on the other side of the mall. And even if he
could get to it, these three probably had some souped-up villain car that
shot rockets and grappling hooks. No, running away wasn’t the answer
here. He needed a plan to stop them.
Then it clicked.
“Light bulb!” Bryce shouted, sprinting in front of a crowd of
teenagers and through the doors of the nearest department store.
Thankfully, for a Sunday morning, the store was relatively empty.
Bryce ran past some surprised perfume saleswomen and a dude
offering free samples and boarded the escalator heading for the second
floor.
The doors of the entrance hissed open.
“There he is!” the woman yelled from the lobby. “Get him!”
Cursing, Bryce began climbing the escalator two stairs at a time. He
reached the top just as the trio reached the bottom of the escalator.
“Too slow!” Bryce shouted, kicking the “OFF” button on the
control panel with his foot. The escalator ground to a halt and the two
bodyguards almost fell over. Grinning to himself, Bryce ran for the
third-floor escalator while the woman kept screeching orders and
threats.
When he reached the third-floor—the home-goods sections—he
tossed his donut onto a bed and began dragging a floor display dresser
toward the escalator.
“Maybe I should have renewed that gym membership,” Bryce
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vaporizing several beds, three chandeliers, a dining room set, and two
very unlucky salespeople who had come to investigate the commotion.
What does she need bodyguards for? Bryce thought as he ducked
behind an armoire. This is a one-woman death squad.
The armoire abruptly vaporized, leaving him exposed and directly
in her line of fire.
Aw shit.
A simple shot from that blast thing and it would be all over. At least
he hoped so, the needles didn’t seem such a pleasant way to go.
“Now, Bryce Costa” she said, aiming her bracelet right between his
eyes. “I think it’s more than time for you to die.”
So, it was going to be the needle. Just my luck. He closed his eyes.
“On second thought,” he heard her say. “I don’t think I’m going to
kill you just yet. I think I’ll have some fun first.”
Bryce opened his eyes and looked right into a soulless face, and
dead eyes that were completely devoid of humanity. He realized he was
looking at pure evil—and she wanted to have some fun. Man, why
couldn’t she just have blasted me?
Wha—? What kind of fun?” he finally stammered.
Instead of a response, she pulled a stiletto from behind her. Where
the hell is she hiding these things? That body suit is skintight.
“First, I am going to stab out one of your eyeballs and make you eat
it.”
“I’m really not hungry,” he mumbled.
“OK. But I am. So, I’ll eat it.”
Just then, two huffing police officers appeared at the top of the
escalator. Thank god, he thought. Just in time. Saved from this
homicidal lunatic.
Barely even looking, she pointed the blaster behind her and fired
once, instantly vaporizing the hapless policemen. As their ashes drifted
to the floor, she turned and fired once again at the escalator, turning it
into a molten, twisted mess of metal, plastic and glass.
“Now Bryce,” she cooed in his ear. “Now we can have some
privacy. Where were we?”
“Well I was going home, and you were going to hell.”
Realizing he was still wearing the same pair of pants, in the couple
of seconds he had while she turned around, he reached into his pocket
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enough to defend us against the Scaeva. Even though the originals were
only able to generate a few hundred offspring, a mere one hundred
years later there were over a million of them, within five hundred years,
they numbered in the billions. It was obvious that our geneticists had
done an excellent job reprogramming their procreation genes. But that
was nothing compared to what they had created in terms of their ability
to fight and their predisposition to violence. We had indeed created a
monster more terrifying than the perceived monsters we feared.”
“All of this time I was somewhat unaware of what was transpiring
back home. During this period, I was at the Scaeva world stealthily
observing their progress—and their progress was phenomenal. It was
during this period that they developed space travel. Then, something
remarkable happened—the wars stopped.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that. I simply assumed that with space travel came some
sort of enlightenment about the immorality of warfare. I was partially
correct—but I missed the root cause of the cessation of hostilities.”
“Which was—?” JW prompted, virtually on the seat of his chair as
he listened to the narration.
The alien either ignored him or was so thoroughly involved in his
tale that he did not hear him. He continued speaking as though JW
wasn’t even there.
“How could I have missed it? I observed them for thousands of
years. I know I should have attempted to contact them, but even after
so many years, I was unable to decipher their language. It was melodic
and quite beautiful. The only thing I was able to figure out is that their
language was symbolic, rather than phonetic. Somewhat similar to the
communication used by some of this planet’s marine species. Still, I
should have tried. Perhaps things might have turned out differently.”
The alien stopped speaking and stared off into space. JW started to
worry that perhaps the alien was losing his own will to live. And as
much as he was starting to like the guy, it was his own safety that was
concerning him, since his spaceship piloting skills were rather limited,
all the more so given his useless little baby arm. His fate, and the
alien’s, were inseparably linked.
“Look Yoda, I realize that someone in his mid-twenties shouldn’t be
giving advice to someone who was born sometime during the Jurassic
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standpoint, it was quite logical. You see, their reproduction cycle was
so rapid that if they did not kill each other in such large numbers, they
would fall prey to starvation, disease and possible extinction. So, they
were genetically wired to fight and kill each other until the need to do
so disappeared.”
A look of understanding appeared on JW’s face. “And the
development of space travel obviated that need.”
“Exactly. Their collective consciousness instantly recognized that
war was no longer needed, so all war activities ceased almost
immediately and they began putting all their efforts into space travel
technology.”
“But, rather than killing each other, couldn’t they simply have
developed contraceptive devices? I mean, that’s not exactly high tech
stuff.”
“Not for humans, but virtually impossible for the Scaeva. You see,
the Scaeva are able to reproduce virtually from birth. The male and
female are each born with half of a complete…embryo, for lack of a
better term. As soon as they mate, they give birth to a new Scaeva and a
new embryo grows in its place. The embryo cannot be removed
because if the embryo dies, they die. And, if they do not procreate
within a certain period they also die. Attempting to remove the embryo
would be the same as removing a human heart or brain. It would also
be a very painful death as they and the embryo share the same nervous
system until mating takes place.”
“And how often does that take place?”
“In Earth time, approximately once a week.”
JW whistled softly. “Wow! I can see how overpopulation might be a
problem. Still, killing each other with perpetual war seems rather
extreme.”
“If you—a being from a species prone to violence—think so,
imagine how difficult it must have been for me and my people to wrap
our heads around the concept. As it turned out, it was impossible.”
“The Scaeva helped me repair my ship, even though the technology
was completely novel to them. Remarkably, within days, they had
figured out how my power and propulsion systems functioned. In the
end, it was probably this piece of knowledge, which I had inadvertently
provided them with, that saved them—fate indeed.”
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“It is much more than interesting. Because, you see, that philosophy
does not stop at the individual level, it is felt species-wide.”
JW looked confused. “Sorry, I don’t follow.”
“As I said, a fascinating concept, but also difficult to comprehend.
Imagine JW that we have just become friends for the first time.”
“OK, that’s easy, because I think you’re beginning to grow on me,”
JW replied.
The alien’s smile broadened. “I appreciate that, because I share a
similar sentiment. But now imagine that as soon as we become friends,
instantaneously the entire human race also befriends me.”
“That’s what happens with the Scaeva?” JW asked incredulously.
“But how, when they are, or were, so violent?”
“I am not sure. The Scaeva were unable to explain it to me. I
suppose that it is some species-wide level of consciousness that occurs
on some telepathic level. It is also not a simple philosophical or
esoteric concept. It is very real and has some very real implications.
The Scaeva not only instantly became my friends, they also became my
protectors, and by extension, the protectors of my entire species.”
JW stared at the alien for a few seconds while he digested this.
Something was puzzling him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“These concepts had to be almost incomprehensible to you. You
couldn’t convey them to your Elders; how were the Scaeva able to
explain these things to you?”
“They didn’t have to.”
JW was thoroughly confused now. “But you just said—?”
“They didn’t have to explain, because as soon as one of them
touched me, I simply knew. I knew everything about them. In spirit, I
became one of them.”
“As soon as it became clear to me that the Elders were not going to
change their minds, I rushed back to their world to warn them. Had I
not joined with them, perhaps they might have stood a chance. But
once I became part of their collective consciousness, essentially part of
them, it was impossible to convince them that humans were a threat to
them. To them, we and the humans were the same, there was no
distinction in their understanding of us. Therefore, they could not
perceive the humans as a threat. I tried to explain the differences, but to
the Scaeva, the differences were merely cosmetic. Much as the
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Nouveau Paris: Las Vegas, Nevada
Sunday, September 16th, 2046
The director opened his eyes and looked at the time digitally
projected on the ceiling.
Another gadget. How people love their gadgets.
His fatigued body told him to go back to sleep, but duty dictated he
get up. It had been 5AM by the time he had finally reached to the hotel
room. He had crawled into bed and immediately fallen asleep.
The three hours of sleep he managed weren’t nearly enough, but
served the purpose of allowing him to function. He thought about
ordering breakfast from room service, but an idea came to him and he
grabbed a nutrition bar and a bottle of water from the mini fridge and
made himself a small pot of coffee instead. He walked to the suite’s
living room and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. From the 40th
floor of his hotel, he had a panoramic view of Las Vegas. He sipped his
coffee and looked out at the famous fountain-pool outside and the
dancing 3D waters. He stared, mesmerized, as the waters rose to form
3D water recreations of various Roman gods. In this particular scene,
two gods were fighting an epic battle. As one of the gods achieved
victory by driving his sword into his adversary, the vanquished god
exploded into multi-colored droplets.
He tore himself away from the window, pulled his phone out of his
bag and sat down at the desk to file his report. Once that was finished,
he downloaded the report from Arthur. He wasn’t expecting much, but
Arthur had filed a complete report of the prior night’s events. After
carefully reviewing it, he submitted his approval of the day’s action
plan and issued an order to Arthur to get some rest. He took a sip of
coffee and glanced at the door to the adjoining suite. It occurred to him
that Major Lucas hadn’t checked in. He had been so busy last night it
hadn’t even crossed his mind.
The director stood up, went to the door and knocked. “Major?”
No answer.
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He dialed the room and then the major’s MiPhone with equally
negative results. Strange, that didn’t seem like Lucas. Now that he had
a little more time, he sat down in front of the MiS and reread the
major’s file. Interesting, he thought to himself, Major Lucas had started
out in the Navy and trained as a SEAL before transferring to the Air
Force. Now, that was unusual and definitely not SOP. He would have to
ask about that someday—it was probably an interesting story.
Assuming, of course, it wasn’t classified.
Bustos still felt uncomfortable about his missing assistant, but at
least he was now certain Lucas could take care of himself. Still, given
the man’s service record, the fact that he hadn’t checked in meant
something had gone wrong—terribly wrong.
What’s with the paranoia? Bustos suddenly thought. The man was
single and they were in Vegas after all. Was it not conceivable that
Lucas had gone out for a night-on-the-town?
He grimaced. Possible, but not likely. Either way, there was not
much he could do about it right now. He grabbed his phone and tapped
his daughter’s icon. Her picture appeared on the screen and a 2D
holographic projection of her appeared in front of him.
“Hi Dad, how’s it going?”
“Hello Jessica. It’s been a while.”
“I know, but we’re both busy, busy beavers.”
“Well, you might be, but my job is as exciting as watching paint
dry,” he said, his voice deliberately flat.
“Yeah, well I guess being in charge of regulating an industry that
hasn’t existed for 25 years might give you a little free time.”
“Hey, the nuclear energy industry is alive and well.”
“Right, Dad. You have to keep an eye on that thorium. Ooh, nasty
stuff.”
“Smart-ass.”
“Learned from the best. So, to what do I owe this surprise?”
“Are you in Vegas, Jess?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I’m looking down at the Caesar’s fountains and I was wondering if
the food over at the buffet is still as good.”
“Oh my god! You’re in town?”
“Yes ma’am. So, what do you say, want to grab some breakfast?”
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“Love to. But isn’t it a little late for breakfast? Haven’t you been up
since, like, six?”
“Eight, actually,” he corrected, stifling a yawn.
“Wow. Either the job is as boring as you proclaim, or—”
“It’s the ‘or’. I’ll tell you some of it over lunch.”
“Too early for lunch. But the Sunday brunch at Caesar’s is killer.”
“All right, then. About a half hour?”
“It’s a date.”
The image of Jessica shimmered and disappeared. The director
headed for the bathroom and took a long leisurely shower, trying to
wash some of the fatigue off his muscles. As he was drying off, he
heard his phone chime. It was a message from Lucas.
His sense of relief was soon replaced by concern as he listened to
the details of what had transpired the previous night and this morning.
Still, he couldn’t help but smile as he thought how right he had been
about Lucas. He dialed the number Lucas had left as he walked toward
the elevator.
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For many decades, the Caesar’s buffet had offered one of the
premier Sunday brunches in Las Vegas. It had started in the 1970s and
80s when the elegant buffet was held in one of the large showrooms of
the casino. It featured magnificent ice carvings, opulent champagne
waterfalls and decadent chocolate fountains. It had gone through
various less spectacular iterations in the 90s and early 2000s. It then
underwent a renovation in the early 2000 teens, and most recently in
the late 2030s, around the time it began the ascent to its current
spectacular gastronomical achievements.
Jessica got a table near a window overlooking the pool. These were
usually reserved for VIP’s, but the hapless hostess never stood a
chance. She waved to her father as he walked in and ran to give him a
big hug and a kiss.
“It’s good to see you, Dad. It’s been a while.”
“Too long I’m afraid,” he said as he sat down.
“Maybe. But we’re here now, so it’s all good, right?”
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“I suppose. It’s just that somehow, I never think that I did as right
by you as I could have while you were growing up.”
“Dad, you did fine. You were a single father raising a girl by
himself. I turned out good, ain’t I?”
The director laughed. “How many degrees do you have? What do
they do these days; give them out with happy meals?”
“Oh my god! Happy Meals? Really? Do you ever get out of your
office? They haven’t had those for decades.”
“You mean your degrees are legit?”
“Don’t know what mean degree, but they give Jessica office with
desk and big TV. Watch cartoons, and doodle. Much fun.”
He laughed and Jessica was unable to stay in character and she
burst out laughing as well. Her father finally managed to stop laughing,
and looked into his daughter’s emerald green eyes. She had always
been serious, intense and scarily intelligent, it was nice to see the
jokester he knew was inside come out occasionally.
“So, what is the director of the NRC doing in Sin City?”
“Good old Jess, five minutes of fun and then right back to asking
questions.”
“Inquiring minds want to know.”
“All right, so how much can I tell you?”
“How about everything?”
“Not sure I can do that, Jess—all I can tell you is that we had
a…nuclear event near here last night.”
Jessica’s smile vanished. “A nuclear event, Dad? Really? The only
nuclear plant near here is the Overton Power Plant. What happened?
Someone drop a thorium rod on their big toe?”
“Not likely, thorium for nuclear power is liquid.”
“Duh! Just making a joke, Dad. My point is that a thorium nuclear
accident is about as hazardous as a day at the beach without sunscreen.
So, my question still stands.”
“It wasn’t thorium, Jess. It was more than likely plutonium.”
She looked intensely into her father’s eyes to see if there was any
hint of humor. But she knew better, her father wouldn’t joke about
something like that.
“Dad, plutonium is only used for one thing. Correction, was only
used for one thing.”
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She rose from her chair, but stopped halfway up. “Wait, is that?
Son-of-a-bitch!”
She tore off like a laser guided missile across the buffet. Her father
followed her trajectory and determined that Hurricane Jessica was
about to destroy two unwary fellows, blissfully ignorant of the calamity
that was about to befall them.
“Well,” he said to no one in particular, “guess brunch was getting a
bit dull anyway.”
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Jessica pursed her lips. “Costa, the last time you asked me for a
favor—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But this isn’t as bad, honest. There aren’t
going to be any flying possums, I promise. I just want to know if I can
stay at your place for a few days.”
Jessica frowned. “What, your dorm flooded or something?”
“Actually, yeah,” Bryce lied, trying to look innocent. “One of the
guys—actually never mind, you don’t need to know. And I don’t have
anywhere else to go, sooo—”
Jessica glanced to her right and said something to someone.
Turning back, she studied Bryce thoughtfully for a long moment.
“Promise you won’t bring any friends over for parties?”
“Promise,” Bryce said, raising his hand. “Heart-swear.”
Jessica sighed. “All right Costa, but only for a few days. I’ll call
Kelly and let her know you’re coming.”
“Thank you, Jessica,” Bryce said. “You’re the best.”
She rolled her eyes and hung up without replying. With a smile that
didn’t reach his eyes, Bryce started the car and pulled out of the
parking lot.
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Bryce rang the bell three times before Kelly finally opened the
door. He had to resist the urge to plug his ears at the blare of heavy
metal music blasting from inside.
“Hey Bryce,” Kelly grinned, scratching her chin and leaving a
smear of green paint on it. “Sorry, let me turn the music off.”
“Thanks,” Bryce said, walking in and closing the door behind him.
Bryce had not yet visited Jessica’s new apartment. He was
impressed. Jessica and Kelly’s new place was in a nice part of
Claremont, one of several condominium units inside a gated
community. It was as roomy as a small house, with huge windows,
comfortable looking couches, and fancy lights, and personal touches
like pictures and decorations. Several bonsai plants sprouted up from
the hardwood floor. A large Buddha fountain bubbled quietly in the
corner of the room. Kelly had several easels set up by one of the
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JW stared down into the mirror flat surface of the waters of Lake
Mead. At first, he found the experience of floating a few hundred feet
above the ground, with no visible barrier between him and the water, a
little disquieting. But once used to it, he found the experience rather
pleasant and relaxing. He remembered the summer houseboat vacations
he used to take with his family during his early teens, and felt a pang of
nostalgia. The summers were so hot here that within a minute or two
after getting out of the water he would be as dry as the sand
surrounding their cove.
He and his older brother used to race their hydrofoil jet skis at
insane speeds across the lake. The hydrofoils had speed regulators of
course, but his brother could easily hack into the onboard computers of
the ski, allowing them to fly across the lake at over 100MPH.
His father had ranted at them for being foolish when he discovered
what they were doing, and how young people always thought they were
immortal. Looking down at his newly rejuvenated hand, JW realized
that perhaps immortality wasn’t so farfetched.
“Not that I mind the scenery, it brings back pleasant memories, but
why are we just hanging out over the lake?”
“I am refueling.”
“With water?”
“Technically with hydrogen and oxygen—but yes,” the alien
explained.
“So, this ship runs on water?”
“Broken down to its basic components, in conjunction with some
other elements, but basically, yes.”
A smile began to spread slowly over JW’s face. “This high-tech
spaceship uses the same advanced technology as a steam locomotive
from the 1800s? That’s hilarious.”
“Now that you have pointed it out I do see the similarities, but I do
not understand the joviality of those similarities.”
“Joviality of the similarities?” JW echoed with a chuckle. “That’s
even funnier Yoda. You really need to get out more and have
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conversations with real people, in actual English. What do you say that
instead of eating some of that green goo you gave me for breakfast, we
go into town for lunch and pig out in one of the copiously endowed
gastronomical delightful buffets? How’s that for using multi-syllabic
prose?”
“I do not believe your syntax is accurate, but more importantly I do
not believe going into town, in your current condition, would be such a
good idea.”
“Why? Just because my arm and leg are a little see-throughish? I’ll
wear a long sleeve shirt.”
“You are also still recovering and although you might not be aware
of it, adapting to your improved physiology,” the alien observed.
“So? It would be a perfect opportunity to try out my new physique.
Anyway, we’ll discuss that later when I get hungry. I’m more interested
right now in you telling me about how this ship works with only water
as fuel and about you traveling back in time—that’s awesome!”
“All right, if you wish. The propulsion system is not that
complicated. It is similar to a process your scientists developed a few
years ago, after their…unpleasant experience with nuclear fusion. The
process is called cold fusion. Although your science is currently only
able to accomplish the task with heavier elements, it is possible, and
more efficient, with lighter elements such as hydrogen, oxygen and
nitrogen.”
“So, my initial assessment was fairly accurate; the process is not
much different than what they used 200 years ago.”
“There are a few less steps involved in the energy conversion
process, but analogously accurate,” the alien agreed.
“I’m still having a hard time conceptualizing that a little steam
engine could propel this thing several hundred light years.”
“I said your description was analogous, not exact. For one thing,
this ship has virtually zero mass. Our combined weights are 300 times
greater than the ship’s. In addition, my little steam engine, as you put it,
is able to produce enough energy out of one cubic meter of water to
power the city of Las Vegas for an entire year. Finally, although the
distance from my planet to yours is over 200 light years, my journey to
your world is not a linear one. At high energies, space can actually be
bent and warped.”
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“Are you serious? You mean that Gene Roddenberry was right?”
The alien looked at JW with a perplexed look.
“I do not recall a human scientist by that name.”
“Oh, he wasn’t a scientist. He was a science fiction writer. He
created a television series in the 1960s that became a cultural
phenomenon. In it, the ships travel faster than light by using an engine
that could produce a warp drive.”
“That is ridiculous. In this universe, nothing with matter can travel
faster than light.”
“Yoda, I said it was science fiction, not science fact. And no
offense, dude, but if you’re going to make a habit of zooming around
earth in your flying saucer and conversing with the natives, you’re
gonna hear your share of Star Trek references. Anyway, you did just
say that you traveled here by warping space.”
“Space, yes—not the laws of physics. Warping space is simple,
traveling faster than light is impossible.”
“Okay. I think I understand the concept. By applying a certain
amount of energy to the surrounding space, you fold it around your
ship, thereby making the distance from point A to point B many orders
of magnitude shorter,” JW concluded, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Succinctly and accurately put,” commented the alien.
“Okay, but how the hell did I just come up with that? Physics was
never my strong suit.”
“I would assume that it is because the nanonites are doing their
job.”
“So, are you saying the nanonites are making me smarter?”
“In a sense,” the alien concurred. “Although all they are really
doing is optimizing your synaptic pathways.”
“Apparently they haven’t optimized that particular pathway,
because I have no idea what you just said.”
“Suffice it to say that your problem-solving skills and spatial
awareness will be much improved,” the alien stated.
“All right, put my enhanced brain to work and explain to me how
this time travel thing works. Because it seems to me that if you can go
back in time, why not go back all the way to before you created the
humans and don’t do it.”
“Yes, that would seem the logical course of action; but there are
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“I suppose on the face of it, there should be. But time is not linear.
It is actually multi-dimensional. Meaning that when you travel in time,
you are actually going into an alternate dimension and there is no
dimension that allows you to exist in two different states, past and
present. Therefore, you could not displace to a timeline where you
coexist with a different temporal you, or your parents. If you did
attempt to go back to your own past and do harm to your mother, you
would find that she does not exist in that dimension, or timeline, if you
prefer.”
JW was astonished that he had grasped that concept. “So, what you
are saying is that every time you temporal displace, you create a new
timeline?”
“Correct! In fact, some of our theorists have hypothesized that any
substantial action you take creates a new timeline. Some even theorize
that every action, no matter how insignificant, creates a new timeline
and therefore a new universe. Since space outside of the known
universe is infinite, there is no limit to the number of universes that can
be created, past or future, by every one of our actions or thoughts.
Therefore, the further back in time you attempt to go, the more likely
that you will find yourself in a time, or universe, that is completely
foreign and potentially lethal to you.”
That one JW had a harder time with. He mulled it over for a while
before asking what seemed to be an obvious question. “But if that is
true, you have already changed the timeline you came from and you are
now in a different one. What makes you think your actions will have
any effect on that timeline?”
He stared intently at JW. “Well of course my actions will have no
impact in that timeline—I am no longer part of it. But, it will make a
difference in this one.”
The alien looked at JW, waiting for some type of protest or inquiry.
There was none. JW had turned and was again staring at the lake,
watching some boats and hydro-skis speeding across the water. He
turned suddenly, facing the alien.
“David, I think it’s time we go out and go get some grub. All this
quantum physics discussion has left me feeling famished.”
“I doubt it is the discussion that is contributing to your hunger.
More than likely it is the increase in your metabolic rate. While you are
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with a plate heaping with prime rib, ham, turkey, mash potatoes, gravy,
cranberry sauce; in short, a veritable Thanksgiving feast on a single
plate.
The alien had a difficult time hiding his revulsion and displeasure.
He got up and headed to the salad bar picking out a few items he
deemed acceptable for consumption and returned to the table. JW was
almost finished by the time the alien sat down.
“Hey, that’s a lot of greens you got there. I guess I should get some.
Could use some roughage, I guess.”
He was about to stand up and do just that, when a tall young
woman with silky dark hair walked up to the table and stood there with
her arms folded. JW looked up into a pair of beautiful green eyes
staring lasers at him.
“Hello creep,” the girl said acidly. “Fancy meeting you here.”
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“Yaaah!” Bryce yelled, and fell out of bed and onto the floor with a
thud.
“Jeez,” Kelly said, taking a step back. “Tired much?”
“Wha—?” Bryce said, staggering to his feet.
“You were having a nightmare,” Kelly said. “I couldn’t take
listening to you talk in your sleep anymore, so I came to check on you.
What were you dreaming about anyway?”
“I, uh, there wa—” Bryce stammered. “Nothing really, I guess.”
“Bryce, you’ve been acting even more whacked out than normal.
Have you been doing drugs?”
“Kelly,” Bryce said patiently, slowly feeling his composure coming
back. “You know I don’t do any of that crap. I don’t have the brain
cells to spare.”
“Whatever. Anyway, thought you’d like to know, lunch is ready. I
made fried rice.”
“Okay, that sounds good.”
“Thought you might like that. Wash up, it’ll be ready in five.” Kelly
walked out of the room.
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unruffled.
“Are you serious? I have a Bachelor’s in cultural anthropology, and
I’m just finishing my Master’s dissertation. Perhaps you’d like to read
it. My advisor is a schmuck.”
“I would be honored to read your work. However, I am not familiar
with that species—schmuck did you say?”
She raised her eyebrow. “I can’t decide if you’re extremely funny,
egregiously polite, or the king of schmucks.”
“I will consider that a high compliment.”
“Okay!” JW interrupted. “Since I seem to be in the middle of a
mutual admiration exchange, I think I’ll mosey on over to the dessert
bar and see what I can stuff my face with.”
With that, he walked over to a long table bearing a menagerie of
sugary delights whose mere sight and smell could send a diabetic to the
emergency room. JW grabbed a plate and piled on the éclairs, two
slices of pie topped with ice cream, chocolate covered strawberries then
finished off with an apple-filled crape topped with powdered sugar.
Jessica was talking to someone on her phone when he got back. She
stopped mid-sentence as JW placed his plate on the table.
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked incredulously.
“What? I’m craving something sweet, okay?”
Jessica just stared at him, completely speechless. Shaking her head,
she turned back to her phone conversation.
“I was afraid that might happen,” David commented.
“What’s that?” JW asked with a mouth full of apple pie.
“As your repairs near completion, your metabolic rate increases
exponentially.”
“Whatever you say, Yoda. All I know is that I’m starving.”
“Yoda?” Jessica asked incredulously, hanging up her phone.
JW blanched, color rushing into his cheeks, mind racing to come up
with an explanation but drawing a blank.
“A name of endearment that JW calls me,” David said.
“Endearing indeed,” Jessica said, giving JW a skeptical glance.
“So, Dr. Yoda, or David, or whatever the hell your name is, what do
you say you start explaining a few things to me. I would ask piglet over
there, but he seems rather busy gorging himself.”
“Hey!” JW protested in between mouthfuls. “Lay off me! Are you
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“Don’t worry about me, Dad. I’ll just grab a few things on my way
out,” she told him.
Bustos shook his head. “Only you would be brazen enough to ask
for a doggie bag at a buffet.”
Jessica tilted her head. “Hey, I just thought of something. How
about if I tag along and help you with your investigation?”
“Sorry Jess, I don’t think so. This is a federal investigation, not a
field trip. It could get very dangerous.”
“I presume the investigation you refer to concerns the event that
took place last night near Clark Mountain, yes?”
All heads turned to look at David.
The director eyed him suspiciously, as though seeing him for the
first time. “And exactly how would you know that?”
“My ship’s sensors detected it, but I was occupied with JW’s
treatment and have not been able to return and investigate the area
further.”
Behind David, JW was making circular motions with his index
finger next to his temple.
“I would be happy to share my findings with you,” David
continued. “I am, of course, assuming full reciprocity on your part.”
“Thank you for the offer David. Let me think about it. Now if you
will excuse us.”
With that, the director walked away with Lucas and Wayne, casting
a wary look back at the very strange man standing next to his daughter.
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“So, David,” Jessica said, her voice uncharacteristically saccharine,
“tell me more about this ship of yours.”
“I would be happy to Jessica, but as I explained earlier, I do have
some work I need to finish up,” David responded.
“Well, I am an expert in cultural anthropology, so I might be of
some assistance to you. Besides, you did promise to read my work.”
“I did. Very well. I suppose JW should accompany us as well. Even
though I cannot conceive of a scenario where his continuing therapy
may go awry, I would be remiss if I did not follow his progress through
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to the end.”
“David, you are not actually contemplating taking her to the ship?”
“Why not? She makes a very compelling argument.”
“It’s one of my more endearing qualities,” Jessica interjected.
JW looked back and forth at the two of them, then rolled his eyes
and shrugged.
“Whatever. It’s your party, Yoda. Party on dude.”
“What’s with the whole Yoda thing?” Jessica asked.
“You’ll see.”
Jessica just shrugged and grabbed a few napkins off the table. On
the way out she filled them with different food items from the various
stations. The hostess started to approach her, but Jessica threw her a
glare. The hostess decided she didn’t want to have her day ruined and
returned to her station muttering under her breath.
They walked to the spot where the ship’s elevator had deposited
them earlier. David looked around to make sure no one was looking
directly at them.
“So, where’s this ship of yo—agggghhh!” Jessica screamed as the
elevator whisked them up to the ship. “Holy crap, what the hell was
that?”
“Welcome to my ship, Jessica.”
She looked around slack-jawed, then quickly grabbed the back of a
chair, panicking, as she realized there was nothing beneath her feet to
keep her from plunging to the ground far below.
“I am sorry, Jessica. I forgot that this can be a disquieting
experience.”
He went over to the control panel, waved his hand, and the sides of
the ship once again became opaque. “Better?”
Still quite pale, Jessica nodded her head, relaxing her death grip on
the chair, somewhat.
“Be careful what you wish for,” JW chuckled.
Jessica gave him a withering look.
“You think this is funny?” It was more of a warning than a
question, but JW ignored it.
“Yes, actually. The look on your face—priceless.”
“Yeah? Well you’ll have a priceless expression too when I rip off
your bal—” Jessica grabbed the chair again as the room started
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spinning. Her knees buckled and she slumped to the floor, dropping her
buffet bundle, which hit the ground with a splat.
Both David and JW rushed to her side with concerned looks.
“Miss Bustos, are you all right?”
“I…I think so,” Jessica answered weakly. “I just got really
lightheaded all of a sudden.”
JW looked around at the food strewn all over the floor.
“I bet you probably haven’t eaten anything all day. Here, have a
piece of sushi,” JW suggested, grabbing a couple of California rolls.
“Eew! Gross. Those were on the floor.”
“It is quite all right, the floors of this ship are quite sterile,” David
offered.
Jessica looked the rolls over carefully, then took a few bites.
“How come your floor is so clean?” she asked, gulping down the
sushi and reaching for a banana. “Do you have a cleaning lady fly in
from Venus every day?”
“That is quite unnecessary. The ship simply cleans itself.”
“Really? You have like robot cleaners or something?”
“That is also not necessary. The ship simply eats any microbial
organisms and harmful organic or chemical matter.”
Jessica stopped mid bite.
“Are you kidding me? You mean this ship is one giant anti-bacterial
wipe?”
“It has considerably more properties than that, but yes.”
“My god—an entire ship built with biotechnology. I have to take a
slice of this thing back with me. Do you have any idea what kind of
research I could do with this?”
“I imagine so, but taking a slice of my ship would not be possible.”
“Why not? Just a little slice? It wouldn’t hurt a bit.”
“Actually, it would.”
“Excuse me?”
“It would hurt my ship if you tried to slice it, and by extension,
me.”
“Are you saying this thing is alive?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
“Sit back Jessica,” JW interrupted. “It’s a long story. You’re going
to love it.”
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“Are you sure your daughter is going to be okay with those two
whack jobs?”
“She can take care of herself, Mr. Teggs,” Bustos replied. “And I’m
not entirely sure they are whack jobs. In any case, they’ll be sorry if
they try to mess with her in any way—she’s far more capable than she
lets on. All right major, fill me in on the details.”
Lucas folded his arms. “I think you should let some of Arthur’s
team continue working on the mountain top, but you should have the
bulk of them start working at that plant. I believe they will have an
easier time accessing the interior of the mountain from below.”
“You believe those tunnels provide direct access inside the
mountain?”
“I’m certain of it,” Lucas replied. “Based on the telemetric data
from the shuttle, and by doing a few simple geometric calculations, I
believe those tunnels end approximately 1,500 feet straight down from
where you and I were standing last night.”
“Mr. Teggs, will you be able to give my team access to those
tunnels?”
“Well, of course,” came Wayne’s reply. “Anything I can do to help.
I can get you into the building and the mag-lev shuttle. Once I get you
to the top, however, I’m not sure if my authorization will allow me to
open the top doors.”
“Even if you can’t, it shouldn’t be much of a problem,” Lucas
mused. “Assuming those doors are as impregnable as the one on top of
the mountain. I believe the second tunnel may allow us access.”
“How’s that?”
“I believe it’s some kind of emergency tunnel with simple concrete
reinforcement,” explained Lucas.
“Yep,” Wayne agreed. “That’s exactly what it is. A few months ago,
there was some kind of accident, all kinds of alarms started going off.
Apparently when that happens, the primary tunnel completely shuts
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owe him.”
“Nah, you don’t owe me anything,” Lucas declared. “By the way,
your family has already been relocated to a safe house by the FBI. As
soon as you help us gain access to the facility, I’ll have someone drive
you over there to be with them.”
Relief washed over his face.
“Well, I gotta say, some hugs and kisses from my kids and some
peace and quiet sounds pretty good right about now.”
There was a moment of silence.
“You seem rather pensive director, what’s on your mind?”
Bustos glanced up at Lucas in surprise. “I’m just thinking about
that odd fellow from the buffet. How did he know about the
mountain?”
“Do you think he’s involved?”
“Perhaps,” the director said thoughtfully. “There was something
about him that was a bit peculiar.”
“But he was also quite polite,” Wayne offered.
“Yes, he was that. I think what I felt from him was a certain…
serenity. Yes, that was it. He had a total peaceful feeling about him.”
“Now that you mention it, yeah,” Lucas muttered thoughtfully.
“Let me ask you something major.”
“What is it, sir?”
“When Arthur hypothesized last night that the material from that
door might be of extra-terrestrial origin, you didn’t even bat an eyelash.
Do you really think it’s possible? I thought you engineer types were
more grounded than that.”
“The way I look at it is simple math,” Major Lucas explained.
“There are about 100 billion stars in just our galaxy. There are perhaps
as many as 500 billion galaxies in the universe. Therefore, there are
potentially 50,000 billion, billion stars out there. To assume that life
only formed in one of those star systems, that to me would seem less
likely than the fact that we might have extra-terrestrial visitors.”
Lucas took a deep breath and looked out the window.
“Of course, having said that,” Lucas continued, “I am also, as you
said, an engineer. What I find problematic about the possibility of
extra-terrestrial visitations is the travel aspect. Travel, between even the
closest stars, would be difficult to accomplish—so we’d be talking
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Luna Corp Observatory: Luna Base Alpha, Luna
Rick pulled the rover into the airlock at Luna Base Alpha. Once the
airlock door closed, he climbed out of the vehicle and removed his
space suit. The space suit was a safety precaution, eschewed by most of
the lunar residents, but not Rick. He didn’t care how safe and reliable
the rovers supposedly were. Machines had a way of breaking down.
Finding himself up a lunar landscape without a paddle, so to speak, was
not his idea of a rollicking good time.
Sarah took one look at his face and realized the news wasn’t good.
She was glad she hadn’t gone with him because she wasn’t sure she
could have stomached what was found. Besides, she had to stay and
make some repairs to try to get them off this rock.
“Anyone—?”
He just shook his head and looked at the floor. He tried to speak,
but words wouldn’t come out. He started to sob, slowly at first, then
uncontrollably. Sarah rushed to his side and held him gently until the
sobbing subsided.
“Christ, Sarah! It was awful. They were all dead. But the
expressions on their faces, contorted, mouths wide open. They were
terrified. To die slowly like that, as your air runs out, I can’t even
imagine.”
“You checked Beta and Gamma as well?”
“Yes. All dead. All I could do was cover them up and say a prayer.
Didn’t seem like enough.”
“I’m sure they would have appreciated it,” she said, feeling like an
idiot at how inadequate that sounded. They sat on the floor for a while,
just leaning against each other.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot,” Rick said after a while. “I found a
bunch of emergency oxygen tanks. That should give us a few extra
hours.”
She gave him a big hug. “A few extra hours could make the
difference.”
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“Do you really think so? ‘Cause I don’t want to die like that. If it
doesn’t look like we’re going to make it, just give me a nice big shot of
morph and let me go quietly into that eternal sleep.”
Sarah elbowed him in the ribs.
“Don’t talk like that, big baby,” she chided. “You’re starting to
depress me. Let me show you what I’ve been up to while you were out
cruising Luna Boulevard.”
She led him to a workbench and showed him a gizmo he had never
seen before.
“It’s the best I could do out of the parts I was able to salvage.”
“Too small for a ship to get us out of here, so what is it?”
“It’s a modified CB radio.”
“CB radio—?”
“Short for Citizen’s Band. They used them in the later part of the
twentieth century for mobile communications before the advent of cell
phones and such. I think some truckers still use them. It’s some kind of
trucker thing.”
“A shortwave transmission device?”
“Correct.”
“Not to disparage your fine-looking device, but unless I
misunderstood my entire first semester of Physics 101, there is no way
you can generate enough power out of that thing to reach Earth.”
“Ah, but that is where you are wrong, my phobic friend,” Sarah
said with a sly grin. “You see, this is the new and improved Sarah-
5000-model CB radio. I have narrowed the transmission band so that
even a small amount of power will send a signal from this baby all the
way to that beautiful blue jewel we call Earth.”
“Interesting,” Rick said, mulling over the concept in his mind “So
it’d be like…the equivalent of a radio wave laser beam.”
“Precisely.”
“Not to rain on your parade, but I see a couple of problems here.”
“Only a couple?” Sarah asked, feigning surprise. “I must have built
a better gizmo than I thought.”
“With a beam that narrow, who’s going to hear and then demodulate
your signal? And assuming someone does, how are they going to get a
shuttle up here in time to save our sorry asses?”
“Okay Rick, so it’s a long shot. Unless you have some genius
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astrophysics trick up your sleeve, it’s all we got. Or shall I give you a
nice mega-dose of morph right now? You can crawl into a corner and
die, if that’s the way you want to go out.”
“No, not after what I saw at the other bases. Let’s give your gizmo a
chance,” Rick said, ignoring the question. “If it doesn’t work, at least
we tried. And for what it’s worth, if yours is the last face I see before I
go, it will be a nice image to take with me to eternity.”
Sarah searched is face for any sign of sarcasm, and saw none. She
smiled, and for the first time in a long time, tears came to her eyes and
traced their way down her face.
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14th Century Europe: London, 1349
Through the dirty window of his flat, Matt watched the subdued
activity of the London street below. Once, the streets would have been
filled with people and bustling with trade and business. But those days
were gone.
Matt watched a horse-drawn cart clatter across the cobblestone
street below, filled with bodies that had met their end at the hands of
the Black Death. Matt shivered and wrapped his arms around himself.
He had been 25 years old, recently wed and looking for a new life
when he first arrived in London. His life had been so full of hope.
Barely three months after he and his bride had arrived, the Black
Death ripped through Europe. For two years, Matt watched with alarm
and sadness as people around him died by the dozens. His wife was one
of the first casualties.
Looking back on it, he was thankful. She had died quickly, allowing
him the chance to give her a proper burial and funeral. Now, they
simply threw the dead into ditches and burned them, or tossed them in
rivers, anything to get the dead away from the living. Matt had never
seen so much horror. Not only were people dying, but Matt had
witnessed horrors much more terrible than death—things that he hoped
never to see again.
Unable to explain the cause of the Black Death, people were
turning to any explanation they could find, desperate in their fear and
pain to ascribe blame. Most recently, the Jews had been publicly
blamed for the epidemic, accused of poisoning wells with black magic.
Just this month, Matt heard that Jews in communities at Mainz and
Cologne had been attacked and murdered in so-called retribution. He
could only pray it was false, but he had seen too much death already to
believe otherwise.
And the accusations and outlandish theories continued to abound. A
group of radicals had declared that Black Death was the beginning of
the Rapture. Their logic was that only the wrath of the one true God’s
could deliver such terrible misery.
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:
Nwarht dove aside, barely avoiding a beam that sliced through the
ground where he had been standing a moment before. Raising his
plasma gun, he fired, but his attacker was already gone. Behind him,
his battalion was under siege. Out of the five hundred soldiers who had
landed on the northern shore, less than 70 were still alive and fighting.
The infuriating part was that they were only fighting about 50 enemies,
and yet, impossibly, they were losing.
“Fall back!” he shouted to his remaining soldiers. “Draw them into
the mountains. They won’t be able to attack us as—”
A huge shape swooped down out of the sky. Before the battalion
could react, it dive-bombed them, scattering their already shaky
formation. With three screaming soldiers impaled on its lance-like
beak, it rose back into the sky.
Nwarht yelled with fury and fired, but the creature was already out
of range. Cursing, he signaled for his battalion to retreat. They charged
toward the rocky mountain outcrops where the creature couldn’t get to
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them.
The humans called the creatures Gaffs, which wasn’t the correct
name, but it didn’t matter. They were fast, they were dangerous and
they were under the control of the Scaeva. Worst of all, they hunted
using echolocation and other sonar systems to locate their prey. It was
virtually impossible to hide from them.
How the Scaeva controlled the monstrous flyers was a mystery to
Nwarht. It had quickly become clear that the Scaeva had a lot of things
under their control in this godforsaken land.
Another infuriating detail—until now, the humans had been
winning this war. The Scaeva hadn’t even been fighting back. They had
slaughtered them by the millions, exterminating half the planet.
Then, about two weeks ago, it was as if the natives had awoken
from a trance. As Nwarht’s battalion launched an attack against a
coastal village, the aliens counterattacked with such a vengeance that
only Nwarht and a few other soldiers escaped. The aliens suffered only
two casualties.
Now it was like that everywhere across the planet. As the humans
pushed forward, the Scaeva pushed back. The humans were losing
ground. They constantly flew in fresh troops and supplies, but the
Scaeva ability to reproduce and fight within a few days of being born,
were turning the tables on the war.
All of this flashed through Nwarht’s mind in less than a second. His
battalion had almost reached the rocks. If they found cover, they might
stand a chance. They were 50 feet away when the ground in front of
them blew up. The shock-wave knocked Nwarht off his feet. Through
the cloud of dust and debris, he saw seven large shapes rising out of the
ground.
“Incoming!” was all he had time to shout before the aliens opened
fire.
Immediately the air around him lit up with plasma blasts from the
humans and laser weapons from the Scaeva. Instead of trying to get to
his feet, Nwarht rolled over onto his back and blasted three Scaeva
floating above the battalion waiting to ambush them.
It was another aspect that made the aliens so hard to fight. They
could fly by using a huge inflatable sac attached to their exoskeleton
filled with a mixture of hydrogen and methane gas, which allowed
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them to float for short distances. Like the Gaffs, they could both see
and communicate by using sound waves. This gave them a huge
advantage when it came to coordinating attacks in combat.
For all practical purposes, Scaeva should be easy to kill—and yet, it
wasn’t easy at all. In theory, all you had to do was destroy the embryo
sack they carried, as this caused almost certain death. Unfortunately,
their exoskeletal structure was virtually impenetrable, allowing them to
easily defend themselves and their embryos. They also had a highly
decentralized nervous system. Other than the embryo sack, one would
have to slice up the entire creature, or pulverize it, in order to kill it.
Nwarht glanced over his shoulder. The dust from the explosion still
clouded the air. All he could see was the vague silhouettes of the aliens.
His men were excellent shots but, through the dust, they were virtually
shooting blind. The Scaeva weren’t so hindered by the lack of visibility.
Their echolocation allowed them to locate the enemy, whether they
could see the target or not. They were systematically taking down the
battalion one soldier at a time. Within minutes, Nwarht and all his
soldiers would be dead.
Nwarht’s mind furiously tried to process any course of action that
would allow them to escape. He could think of only one thing. It was a
long shot, but it was all he had. Rolling onto his stomach, Nwarht fired
his plasma gun, not at the Scaeva, but at the massive outcroppings of
rocks behind them. The outcroppings exploded, raining more debris
down over the battlefield. The Scaeva disappeared behind a new cloud
of dust. For a few moments, there was a lull in the fighting. Nwarht
held his breath.
A horrific shriek echoed through the canyon. Several shapes
emerged from the newly exposed caves that Nwarht had just blasted
into the side of the rocks. Roughly twice the size of humans,
Arrowheads were clambering down from the rocks, screeching and
hissing, obviously not pleased at having been disturbed.
Like the Gaffs, Arrowheads were one of the few animals still alive
and thriving on this harsh planet. However, unlike the other creatures
on this world, the Scaeva were unable to contain, control or
domesticate them.
Nwarht had observed them on his first day on the planet.
Arrowheads hunted in family packs, burrowing their way through rock,
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soil and virtually any other substance using a unique saliva mix
secreted from their tongues. They lived most of their lives
underground, only coming to the surface to hunt. They would hunt
anything they came across, using a combination of cooperative hunting
and strategic planning, which left Nwarht wondering if their sentience
level might be higher than it appeared.
The Arrowheads emerging from the rocks were as much of a threat
to Nwarht and his men as they were to the Scaeva. Their deceptive,
ungainly crawling was a front for an animal with lightning fast reflexes
and speed. Nwarht signaled for his men to freeze in place.
As the Arrowheads crawled out, a low-frequency hum filled the air.
Nwarht had come to know that sound all too well during his nine
months on this planet—the Scaeva warning call. The Arrowheads
reacted instantly, rearing up from their four-legged crawl, tucking their
long forearms into their bodies and charging forward with bipedal
locomotion toward the mass of Scaeva flanking Nwarht’s troops.
“Go now!” Nwarht yelled to his remaining troops. The battalion
broke into a run for the canyon. Behind them, the air filled with battle
cries as the natives of the planet fought each other to a bloody
standstill.
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Nwarht sat bolt upright, his face and body drenched in sweat. Matt
jumped back startled, afraid that his friend had died only to revive as
some demonic beast. The look in his eyes was certainly indicative of
that possibility.
“Are you all right?” Matt stammered.
Nwarht stared at him with a look that caused Matt to shrink farther
into the corner. Nwarht’s eye’s softened as he realized where he was.
“No, my friend, I am definitely not all right. At last, I’ve remembered!
It’s all come back—who I am and where I came from. I know who is
responsible for the atrocities perpetrated on me—on us. I’m not sure
how, yet, but they will pay for this.”
The demonic look had returned to his face and Matt suddenly
wanted to be very far away from this person, or thing, that he had once
considered a friend.
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Pasadena, California
Bryce eyed the lonely house with more than a little trepidation.
Kelly had given him the address and he’d set out to find it, though he
had no idea what he would find. He certainly had not expected the
property to look like this. He didn’t even know places like this existed
in Pasadena.
The house sat in the middle of a dead field of brown grass. The
walls were overgrown with a mass of vines and most of the paint had
peeled off. It looked as if it had been abandoned for a hundred years,
not twenty. Just looking at the structure made Bryce’s skin crawl. If
there was ever a place where ghosts existed, this was it.
Taking a deep breath, Bryce stepped onto the porch. The boards
creaked beneath his feet. The doorknob was gone. Thankfully, the door
itself was loose and Bryce managed to push it in.
The inside looked even worse than outside. A layer of dust covered
everything. A large rat squeaked at him and scuttled away under the
couch. Bryce bent down and picked a mangled book up off the floor. It
looked as if it had been bitten in half. Grimacing, Bryce dropped it and
wiped his hands on his jeans. Everything about this place felt wrong.
What happened here? he wondered.
He walked into the living room. His foot crunched through a layer
of dirt and dust, scattering several Pokémon and baseball cards on the
wooden floor. The boards creaked ominously beneath his feet.
Bryce froze, every hair on his neck standing on end. This was
exactly where he had seen himself in the dream.
It’s the same house, Bryce realized with a shudder. Involuntarily he
turned around, half expecting to see Jessica’s brother standing there,
but there was nothing except the dark doorway of a bedroom.
Bryce took a step forward and then stopped. Suddenly, standing
there in the ruined remains of Jessica’s family house, he felt ridiculous.
He’d felt so sure that coming here would provide some clues to all the
weirdness that had so suddenly engulfed his simple existence. Now, it
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just felt silly and childish. He wasn’t a detective and this wasn’t some
cheap thriller drama. There was nothing here but a dead house, dead
memories and probably, with his luck, dead bodies. Right now, all he
wanted to do was get drunk and forget about this craziness.
He was about to leave when a dull thud echoed through the house.
He froze. His hair stood straight up again. Another thud coming
from one of the rooms. Any other time, Bryce would have run out of
the house as fast as he could, but for some reason, his mind told him
not to. There was something alive in this dead house—or, something
dead in this dead house.
Probably hungry for my brains, he thought with grim humor.
Against his better judgment, he stepped through the doorway of a
bedroom. It was almost too dark to see. A boarded-up window blocked
most of the sunlight, but Bryce’s eyes quickly adjusted. Through the
dusty film of light, he made out a large bunk-bed in one corner, a half-
destroyed desk in the other and small couch in the middle, underneath
the window.
And sitting on the back of the couch was a large black cat.
Bryce breathed a silent sigh of relief.
The cat regarded him with huge yellow eyes. “Mrow?”
“It’s okay kitty,” Bryce said walking over slowly. The cat was old
but looked quite healthy and well fed. With the size of the rats in this
place, Bryce wasn’t surprised. “Who’s a good cat?” he asked holding
out his hand.
The cat sniffed his hand, yawned and lazily batted at a loose board
on the window. A dull thud echoed.
Bryce smiled, looking around the room. It was pretty bare. A few
more trading cards lay on the floor and an antique LEGO set lay in
pieces on a dresser. Frowning thoughtfully, Bryce walked over to the
closet and pulled it open.
A deluge of boxes knocked him to the floor with a crash. The cat
screeched and jumped onto the top bunk of the bed.
Coughing and blinking the dust from his eyes, Bryce pushed the
boxes off him. A huge cobweb was stuck on his face.
“God, that’s just wrong,” Bryce grumbled, pulling several threads
out of his mouth. As he shoved the last of the boxes off him, something
caught his eye. A stack of papers had fallen out of one of the boxes. He
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attention was the mass of photographs plastered up all over the walls
with lines and notes connecting all of them. It looked like a massive
spider web of pictures.
“Holy—” Bryce muttered. The pictures were mostly of military
looking people in various locations. Notations of names, rank and other
information were scribbled on several of them. A few were of
seemingly random buildings—grain silos, factory warehouses and
shipping docks. Still others were newspaper clippings detailing
suspicious murders, break-ins and heists.
Bryce suddenly felt his hands grow clammy. In one corner were
several pictures of a woman in green. He froze. It was the same woman
who had tried to kill him at Victoria Gardens.
A name was written on one of her pictures:
OSaKA
Bryce shivered. This was freaking him out. Now this did feel like a
cheap crime movie where a psychotic stalker posted up pictures of all
his victims.
But what was really disturbing were the dozens of pictures like the
one he’d found in the bedroom below; fuzzy, unclear photos of a man.
Disturbing notations were written above them.
He Is StAlkiNg us
FoLLoWeD mE HoMe fROm ScHool YesTErDay
Does He Know?
What DOEs hE wAnt?
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but just give it time. It all started with that stupid power outage last
night.
The largest picture was of a middle-aged man that Bryce
recognized as Jessica’s father. He was standing with a pretty Asian
woman in front of a statue in a park. They were holding hands and
smiling. It was obviously a happy time for them. A large red circle had
been drawn around a man sitting casually on a park bench in the
background of the photo. He was too far away for his face to be seen
clearly, but it looked like he was looking straight at the camera. A note
had been written across the top. It made Bryce’s skin crawl:
?moM iS in DanGEr??
Bryce’s heart was beating so fast he could feel the pulse throbbing
in his head.
This is all the brother’s work. Bryce realized. Someone was stalking
the boy’s family and he was trying to figure it out.
But on consideration, Bryce found it hard to believe that a normal
teenager could have gone to these lengths to solve a stalker problem.
He would have just called the police, or simply told his parents.
Why go to all this trouble, why all the secrecy? Bryce wondered
uneasily. And why did he feel like he had to do this? Did he fancy
himself an amateur sleuth, or was he just crazy?
His eyes drifted to the lone table in the middle of the room. On it
was something he hadn’t noticed before—an antique digital camera.
Bryce examined the camera. It looked as if it hadn’t been used in
decades. Oddly, it wasn’t covered in dust and cobwebs like the rest of
the room. Bryce pushed the power button. Nothing. He pushed the link
button on his wrist phone, on the off-chance that this relic might have a
power link app. To his shock, the camera clicked and the screen lit up.
After a moment’s hesitation, not sure what he was going to find,
Bryce began clicking through the pictures. Instead of pictures like the
ones on the wall, the camera had a completely different inventory.
There were pictures of Jessica’s brother, sitting on the couch and
playing video games with another guy. Several were of the house back
when it was new. One was of a woman, presumably the mother, putting
up Christmas decorations and trying to hide her face with a strand of
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garland. A dozen others showed Jessica’s brother with his arms around
an attractive blond girl. His girlfriend? There were shots of the family
at barbecues and dinner parties with a bunch of family members.
This family looked so happy. Bryce thought. It almost made him
sad. What happened?
He put the camera back down on the table and looked around again.
He still couldn’t figure out what all of this meant. None of it made
sense. Everything he’d found raised more questions than it answered.
Had the guy in the pictures killed the brother? If so, what where his
motives? Could it really be a coincidence that there was a picture here
of the woman who had just tried to kill Bryce? And there was another
disturbing detail, but also one that didn’t make sense. If Jessica’s
brother had died before Jessica was born, the woman would be 25 years
older by now. Yet, when Bryce looked into her cold black eyes, she
looked like she hadn’t aged a day from the time the picture was taken.
And, the biggest question of all—what does all this mean? Bryce
couldn’t imagine what the point of this had been or even what it meant.
Obviously, the brother had been worried about someone stalking his
family. But if he was dead, did that mean the rest of Jessica’s family
didn’t know about any of this?
Too many questions, and not enough answers.
But there was one thing Bryce was sure of. Something about
Jessica’s family interested someone else. Which could mean….
“Great,” Bryce muttered. “She’s probably in danger.”
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opposable thumbs.”
Jessica looked at JW with renewed interest.
“That’s pretty insightful for a computer geek.”
“Thanks. I think. I just wanted to put the brakes on you before you
blew a brain gasket.”
“Well, ants have six legs and can manipulate and carry objects with
their mandibles, so what do they need with opposable thumbs?
Anyway, my point is that no creature in the Earth’s four odd billion
years of history has ever evolved with the rapidity of the human
species; not even close. Ergo, humans are not indigenous to Earth. At
least that’s the thesis of my paper. I have about a thousand pages of
data to support that thesis.”
That stopped JW short.
“You wrote a thousand-page dissertation?”
“Give or take,” she said with a shrug.
This time it was JW’s turn to stare in amazement. He was starting to
wonder if maybe she wasn’t human, but part of some other species that
had invaded Earth. Wouldn’t be any weirder than anything else he had
learned in the last 24 hours.
“I would still very much like to read that paper, Miss Bustos,”
David spoke up. “It sounds quite interesting.”
“Sure. I have it saved on my phone. I can upload it to your system,
can’t I?”
“That is possible, but somewhat problematic.”
“Why? You’re a super advanced alien race and you can’t upload a
small digital file?” Jessica pressed.
“Well yes, of course. It will just take a while. As I explained, most
of our technology is organic in nature. Most of our systems are analog,
not digital. I would have to figure out a way to demodulate the
information to analog, before I could upload it to my system.”
“You don’t have some way to speed it up?”
“Sadly—”
“Hey, I just had an idea,” JW interrupted.
“Please share.”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about retrieving Gertrude from my car.”
“I do not recall there being anyone else in the car with you,” David
said, a sudden look of concern on his face.
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right. My dad is a pretty by-the-book type of guy. But I’m thinking that
maybe Major Lucas might be able to help us.”
“Why exactly would he be any different from your father?”
“I’m not sure. It’s just a gut feeling. Did you see how physically
messed up the guy was?”
“Yeah, he looked like he’d gone through a meat grinder.”
“Probably in a lot of pain, right? But was he showing even the
slightest hint of it?”
JW shrugged.
“I don’t really know. Didn’t think much about it until now. But now
that you mention it, the other guy with him seemed to have fewer
injuries and you could tell he was in some discomfort. But, what’s your
point?”
“One thing I know about my father is that he has a knack for
picking just the right people for the job. Something tells me that this
Major Lucas is someone with, um…special skills.”
“Like a commando type?”
“Something like that,” she said, waving her hand as if to brush the
specifics away. “My point is that these types not only have a great pain
threshold, they are also usually given a great deal of leeway and
autonomy. If we were to fill him in, he might not go directly to my
father. His goal would be to gather as much information as possible and
complete his assignment as expeditiously as possible without breaking
any laws. As far as I know there are no laws that say you have to turn
extra-terrestrials in to the authorities.”
“You’re making a great many assumptions based on a hunch,
Jessica,” JW warned.
“That may be, but my hunches are usually right.”
“What do you think, David?” JW asked.
David, who had been silently listening to and observing their
interaction, didn’t respond right away.
“Earth to David.”
“My apologies, Ms. Bustos. I was simultaneous attempting to take
in your conversation and run various simulations through my ship’s
system.”
“You mean you’re actually physically linked to your ship in real
time? That is very cool. I’ve been thinking about trying one of those
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new direct computer links I’ve read about. I could improve my research
by about a thousand percent if I was directly linked to the net.”
“Trust me Jessica, you do not want to do that,” JW warned.
“They’ve kept it quiet, but there have already been a couple of deaths
and about four or five people who underwent that procedure are
permanent veggies now. Seems that they were victims of a nasty
feedback loop that the human brain doesn’t handle so well. Doesn’t
seem to be a problem in test rats or other primates, but humans, well—”
“That’s terrible! I didn’t know that.”
“That’s why you’re the microbio… anthrowathever…and I’m the
computer geek.”
“It makes sense, of course,” Jessica said, her eyes focused on a
random spot in the air as she thought. “After having learned about our
true biology, it makes sense that creatures indigenous to Earth would
react differently to various stimuli. It also explains many of the
historical lab experiment inconsistencies of tests that should have
worked on humans but did not. Huh, I just came up with a new thesis
subject.”
“Fascinating,” JW replied sarcastically. “But David, you never
answered the question. Do you think we should involve Major Lucas?”
“To be perfectly honest, my desire is to not involve any of you. Our
quarry is extremely dangerous and would not hesitate to kill any of
you, any of us, instantly. The fact that he is prepared to destroy two
entire civilizations should be ample proof of that. However, since you
are already involved, and I suspect there is very little I can do to
dissuade you from participating, I welcome any assistance you can
provide. Given the accuracy of Ms. Bustos’s gut feelings so far, I am
inclined go along with her assessment of the Major Lucas as well as her
estimation of his likely course of action.”
Jessica was looking at David with a questioning look.
“I am sorry, Ms. Bustos. Was my answer lacking clarity?”
“No, it was quite concise. What’s bothering me is that it almost
seems as though you know who your quarry is.”
“I believe that I do. If I am correct, he is more dangerous that you
can even imagine. A particularly odious human by the name of Nwarht
Va.”
“Wait a minute,” JW said. “I’ve heard you mention that name
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before. Wasn’t he the guy who led the humans against the Scaeva?”
“Yes. He was the commander of the human army.”
“Are you kidding me?” Jessica said. “If you know who this guy is,
just go find him and vaporize him with a death ray or something.”
“Jessica, you apparently missed the gist of what David is all about.
First of all, he doesn’t have a death ray.”
JW paused. “Or do you, David? Cause that would be really
awesome.”
“No. I am afraid that I do not.”
“Didn’t think so,” JW said, disappointment evident on his face.
“Anyway, even if he did have one, he wouldn’t be able to use it. He
can’t kill anyone. He can’t even hurt someone.”
“Okay, I get that, but if David knows who it is, he should…he
should. Actually, David, what is your plan of action?”
“Miss Bustos, although I believe I know who is attempting to
destroy our respective worlds, I am not a hundred percent certain.
Furthermore, assuming that I am correct in my assessment, your planet
has over ten billion inhabitants, plus several thousand more on Luna
and Mars. Attempting to find a single individual is a daunting and time
consuming task. In addition, although I have an image of his likeness, I
am fairly certain that he has altered his basic appearance, making
identification even more difficult. However, I am quite confident I can
locate him.”
“And then what?”
“I will attempt to negotiate with him to convince him not to
continue with his plan. As I believe that I am the target of his wrath, I
will offer myself and my life in exchange for his not going through
with his vendetta.”
“That’s your plan?” Jessica asked with barely contained outrage.
“To talk to him and offer yourself up as sacrifice? David, that’s
extremely noble, and it’s also extremely, incredibly, blatantly naïve. He
will simply kill you and then still turn this place into radioactive dust.”
“Yes, Miss Bustos, I know. I am certain he will kill me. In fact, I am
counting on it.”
Jessica and JW looked at each other, then they looked at David like
he had flown his spaceship through one too many quasars and suffered
severe gamma radiation-induced brain damage.
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“I do not believe so, JW,” David said. “He will want to kill me
personally, and he will want to do it up close with some type of knife or
his bare hands. He wants to feel my blood on his hands and he wants to
see my eyes as the life drains from them. It is part of who he is—of
that, I have little doubt. It is those very same characteristics that make
me believe, out of any of the humans, he would have been the one to
survive to this day in order to exact his revenge for what he perceives
as wrongdoings.”
There was a moment of silence as the two humans digested that.
“Did you say you had a picture of him?”
“Yes.” David walked over to the control panel. A life-sized image
projected on the ship’s skin. It showed a somewhat handsome youngish
male of above average height and thinly built.
“Rather unremarkable,” Jessica commented.
“Perhaps in appearance Miss Bustos, but do not be deceived. He is
a formidable opponent.”
Jessica stared at the image for a while. She did not recognize the
face, but something about him seemed familiar. Then, just like that,
whatever was there was gone. She shook it off.
“David, JW and I need a moment alone.”
“By all means. There is some ship maintenance business that
requires my attention.”
Jessica pulled JW aside. “We’re not really going to let him sacrifice
himself, are we?”
“Of course not,” JW said emphatically. “I’m not a hundred percent
sure yet, but when the time comes I might be able to do something to
stop this Wart guy.”
“Nwarht.”
“Whatever. The point is, I think I’ll be able to take him.”
“What, suddenly you’re a superhero?”
“Hardly,” JW said, his cheeks coloring for reasons that escaped
him. “But I can feel myself getting faster and stronger all the time.”
“I’m not following, JW.”
“Remember earlier when I shook your dad’s hand?”
“Sure, he said you almost broke it. Hadn’t thought about it, but now
that you mention it that is kind of weird. My father is no weakling and
he does have a pretty good grip.”
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The director absently tapped his fingers on the window of his hotel
room, trying to focus his thoughts as he stared blankly at the Las Vegas
skyline stretching endlessly into the barren desert. Major Lucas had left
several hours ago to take Wayne Teggs to the safe house and then to
investigate the holographic company. Arthur and his team were still
combing the mountain and the tunnels below for clues and evidence.
Taking his MiS out of his briefcase, he pulled up the contact for REC
coalition. Before he had a chance to make the call, his phone buzzed
and Jessica’s face came up.
“Two phone conversations and an in-person encounter on the same
day! I must have done something to please the man upstairs.”
“Hello to you too, Dad.”
“So, what can I do for my lovely daughter?”
“You can tell me where to find Major Lucas.”
The director raised his eyebrow. “Why would I want to do that?”
“Because he’s gorgeous and I want to ask him out on a date?”
“That would have sounded much more convincing if it hadn’t come
out sounding like a question. And the fact that he’s about twenty years
older than you.”
“Okay, you got me,” Jessica conceded. “How about I have some
important information about your investigation?”
“In that case, you can just tell me.”
“Can’t, you’re too by-the-book. If I tell you, it might actually
hamper the investigation.”
“I think that’s up to me to decide, don’t you think? And what makes
you think the major isn’t a by-the-book type?”
“I’m sure he is Dad, but I have a feeling it’s a different book.
You’re just going to have to trust me on this.”
Bustos considered his daughter’s request. He could tell he wasn’t
going to get anywhere arguing with her. He could also tell she was
being sincere.
“All right Jessica, you win, but this is not a game. You may be
incredibly smart, but you’re also very young and naïve. You’ve spent
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most of your 23 years with your nose buried in books, tablets and
computers and not enough time learning about the real world. These
people we’re looking for are beyond dangerous. So, get in touch with
Major Lucas, tell him what you know and go back to your books. Let
him take it from there. You got me?”
“I understand. Believe me, I know exactly what type of people they
are. So, that goes for you too Dad. You be careful, because they are
even more dangerous than you even know.”
“I’m not even going to ask, Jessica. I’m texting the number now.
Don’t forget what I told you.”
“Yes sir. Contact Major Lucas, back to the books. Got it. Love you.
Bye.”
The director stood there looking at the blank screen for a long time,
wondering if history could possibly be repeating itself.
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special project folks right now and get ‘em in here so we can get the
ball rolling. Did I mention price is no object?”
“Very well, give me a few minutes to see what I can arrange.”
She left the room just as his phone buzzed. He looked at the screen,
surprised to see Jessica Bustos’s face.
“Hello Miss Bustos. This is not a great time, but to what do I owe
this pleasant surprise?”
“Sorry major, but I have some important information for you
regarding your investigation.”
“Do you now? Can it wait?”
“Probably not. We really need to get together and talk. Where are
you? I can come and meet you.”
“Like I said, this is not a good time. I’m in the middle of
something. I’ll give you a call when I’m finished here.”
“All right then, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Wait, wha—?” But she had already disconnected.
“Why,” Lucas grumbled, “do I get the feeling that trouble is on the
way?”
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Jessica’s safety on his mind, Bryce had decided that bringing the cat
might be the easiest option.
He turned the car onto the on-ramp of the 210 freeway, barely
managing to keep all four wheels on the ground, stomped on the
accelerator and, with the twin-turbos screaming loudly in protest,
seconds later was in the mag-lev access lane doing over 130MPH. He
pushed the mag-lev button in the center console. A few moments later
the car veered sharply into a mag-lev access port. The mag-lev gate
dynamos accelerated the car to 250MPH and, as the electric magnetic
repulsion took effect, retracted the wheels. Within seconds Bryce was
flying eight inches above the ground at over 350MPH.
I got to get me one of these things.
With the car in full auto-mode, Bryce finally allowed himself to
relax a little. He reclined the seat and closed his eyes, trying not to
imagine all the terrible things that might have befallen his friend. He
would be in Vegas in less than an hour and then…
“And then what?” he asked no one in particular.
The cat responded by jumping on his lap.
“Get off me, you stupid cat, before I roll down the window and use
you to test Newton’s First Law of Motion,” Bryce grumbled, knowing
perfectly well that the windows would not activate in mag-lev mode.
The cat twirled around on his lap a couple of times, then promptly
curled up and went to sleep.
“Fine. Make yourself at home,” Bryce muttered.
He tried calling Jessica, but there was still no answer. Her last
location had been somewhere near the strip over three hours ago.
Suddenly he got an idea. He tapped the phone button on his dashboard.
“Dial the NRC office in Washington, D.C.”
A few seconds later, a neutral female voice answered. “NRC, how
may I direct your call?”
“I need to speak to Director Bustos.”
“May I ask who is calling?”
“My name is—well look, that’s not important anyway. This is an
emergency, it’s urgent that I speak to him.”
“One moment please.”
There was a slight click, and a brief sound of static.
“Good afternoon, this is Tyra, Director Bustos’s assistant. How may
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I help you?”
“I’m a friend of Director Bustos’s daughter and I believe she may
be in danger. I need to get in touch with him.”
“I see. And what makes you believe she might be in danger?”
“Because I had a dre—” Bryce stopped, realizing how ridiculous he
was about to sound. “Look, let’s just say I have some information that I
need to share with her father.”
“Unfortunately, Mr.—what did you say your name was again?”
“I didn’t. Look, I know you people probably get all kinds of crazies
calling you up all the time, but I assure you, I am not one of those. If
you just put me in touch with Mr. Bustos, I will explain everything to
him.”
“I’m afraid that is not possible. Director Bustos is out of town and
unavailable. Good day sir.” The line went dead.
“What the—? I can’t believe that bitch hung up on me.”
“Mrow,” the cat said in agreement.
“I know, right? Here I am trying to save the day, and what do I get?
Bureaucracy.”
His eyelids felt as if they weighed a ton. He closed his eyes for
what he thought were mere moments, only to be startled awake thirty
minutes later.
“Approaching destination. Exiting mag-lev lane in approximately
five minutes.” The car chimed.
“Fine. Proceed on auto-mode to Caesar’s Palace.”
“Acknowledged.”
Bryce sighed and rubbed his temples. The amount of weirdness
cropping up in his life was bound to give him a brain aneurysm.
“Approaching Caesar’s Palace.”
“Manual control please.”
“Acknowledged.”
Bryce pulled the car into the parking lot. He left the windows
slightly open for the cat.
The cat gave him a reproachful look.
Bryce walked into the lavish lobby of the famous casino, ignoring
all the players and the noise. He wasn’t quite sure where he was going
until he saw a burly security guard and walked up to him.
“Can I help you?” asked the hulking guard.
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own hand.
“A pleasure Mrs. Walton. A pleasure. Your husband has engaged
our company to enhance some of the viewing pleasures of your home.
As this is a surprise, I will leave it to him to provide you with the
details at the appropriate time. Mr. Walton, I will have my assistant
forward the appropriate contracts to you and once we get the initial
deposit we will commence the project.”
“Sounds like a done deal pardner. As soon as my lawyers review
the paperwork, I’ll transfer the funds. Let’s go honey bunch,” Lucas
said grabbing Jessica’s arm and dragging her toward the door.
As she looked back, she saw him watching them walk out, hands
folded in front of him, a smile on his face that reminded her of a cat in
a story about a girl name Alice.
:
“You know, if you weren’t the director’s daughter, I would turn you
over to the agency right now,” Lucas snarled.
“You could try,” Jessica retorted shaking his arm off.
“You could have ruined an ongoing Federal investigation,” he
hissed. “Furthermore, we’re looking for some very dangerous people.
You could have been putting your life in danger, but more importantly,
you could have put my life, and mission, in danger. And I do not take
kindly to anyone putting a mission in danger. What the hell did you
need to tell me that couldn’t have waited another ten minutes?”
“Are you through?”
“No, not by a long shot, but please do explain yourself. I can’t wait
to hear this.”
“First of all, I don’t need a third-rate cab driver looking out for my
safety.”
“Excuse me?”
“Secondly, you have absolutely no idea of who, or what, you’re
dealing with.”
“You talk pretty tough for a skinny teenage girl. What are you
anyway, a hundred ten pounds, sopping wet?”
Jessica could feel her blood starting to boil. She closed her eyes and
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called up some T’ai Chi relaxation techniques. “Do you want to try to
take me on, tough guy? Come on, just try. Just try and see how quickly
you wind up in the hospital.”
She took an offensive Wu stance and attempted a couple of straight
kicks, which Lucas easily dodged.
One of the main themes his instructors had drilled into him, during
his very rigorous training many years ago, was to never, under any
circumstances, underestimate your opponent. In his eagerness to teach
the impertinent brat a few manners, he forgot that important lesson. On
her third attempted kick, he sidestepped and grabbed Jessica’s wrist,
only to find himself on the ground a moment later, flopping around like
some unlucky trout on the bottom of a fisherman’s boat, with Jessica
looking down at him, a smug smile on her face.
“The latest in personal defense. Touch activated micro Taser; you
touch my wrist; you get tased. Want to try your luck with any other part
of my anatomy?”
He shook his head, both in response to her question and to clear the
cobwebs caused by the million or so volts that had just coursed through
his body. “All right, lesson learned,” he was finally able to mumble,
pushing himself slowly to his feet and trying to ignore the gongs going
off in his head. “You have my attention.”
“Good. What I’ve been trying to tell you is that I have information
which will help you.”
“I said I’m listening.”
“That man in there, I think he is responsible for what happened at
Clark Mountain.”
A look of surprise flashed in Major Lucas’ eyes, quickly replaced
by his inscrutable poker-face.
“Him? No, not a chance. That guy was just a salesman. The man
we’re looking for is probably his boss. In fact, I think whoever is
responsible is probably the man who owns this company.”
“I’m sure you’re correct about that, but the man you’re looking for
is the guy we were just talking to. That I know for sure.”
“And how is it that you are so certain of this?”
“Remember David? Kind of an odd duck, the one who was with me
when we met earlier today? He showed me a life-sized image of the
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seems they go waaaay back and he’s chasing him for the same reason
you are.”
“Because he suspects him of setting off a nuclear weapon?”
“Well, that too,” Jessica replied. “I guess you’re not chasing him for
the exact same reason. The point is, that he’s a really, really bad guy
and we have to stop him before he kills all of us.”
“All of us, who?”
“ALL of us. The entire human race.”
Lucas tilted his head to one side and gave her an incredulous look.
“Are you serious?”
“Major, you have no idea what we’re dealing with.”
“Okay hold up, who is we?”
Jessica shook her head in frustration.
“No, that’s not what—that was the royal we, okay? The thing is,
this isn’t over. Clark Mountain was just the beginning.”
Lucas gave her an intense look.
“What are you saying? You not only know the identity of the
individual who detonated that device, you also happen to know he has
more nukes?”
Jessica nodded.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, and yes, he has lots more.
Thousands, probably tens of thousands.”
Lucas shook his head firmly.
“No. That’s not possible. You of all people should know that. Your
father oversaw the dismantling of all nuclear weapons over two
decades ago.”
“I know that. But that doesn’t change the truth.”
“I don’t suppose you have any proof of this so-called truth?” Lucas
asked.
“Yes, I mean, I can give you the backstory of—okay look, 30-odd
thousand years ago…oh hell, it’s just easier if I show you. Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“About 300 feet straight up. David?”
“Who in the hell is David?” Major Lucas asked, looking around.
“Straight up. Hold on tight.”
“Hold on to wha—shiiiiiiit!” Lucas shouted, as the elevator shot the
two of them into the air. Before the lift stopped, Lucas already had his
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damage done.”
“Your ship?” Lucas did a 360, taking in every detail of the space.
“How exactly does your ship do that?” Jessica asked, looking at
David with interest, having already forgotten about Lucas.
“Oh boy. Here we go. This could take a while. I think I’ll go take a
walk,” JW said sarcastically.
“You do that,” Jessica replied dismissively. “So, how exactly did
the ship cure the major, David?”
“As soon as you enter the lift transport, a series of nano-probes
inspect you for any biological or mechanical threats and neutralize
them.”
“You mean there are nano-probes floating around the ship right
now?”
“Why, yes. Millions of them.”
“That’s incredible! Are they mechanical or organic?” Jessica asked
eagerly.
“They are mostly organic, but they do have a mechanical
component to them. Anyway, if they detect a threat, it is neutralized,
preferably without doing any physical harm. If that is not possible, then
any harm caused will be expeditiously remedied.”
“By the way Major Lucas,” David added. “My ship wants to know
if you wish to have your other injuries repaired.”
“That’s quite all right. They’ll heal in time.”
“Yes, they will. However, I have been informed that you have some
abnormalities in your brain that are very serious. In fact, they will be
quite fatal if not repaired.”
Lucas was dumbfounded. “My doctors assured me that I was
completely healed. They even gave me the okay to fly again.”
“It appears that they missed some of the damage at the cellular
level. I assure you, without treatment you will be dead within a year.”
Lucas stared out into the desert. “And you can fix this?”
“Yes. If you give us permission.”
Lucas directed his attention at JW. “They treated you with these
nano devices?”
“Um, yeah. Yesterday I was minus an arm and a leg—today good as
new. Better, actually.”
He turned back to David. “You’re certain the damage is still there?”
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exterior of the walls will be sufficiently fortified so that you will be out
of danger. Providing you do not have any sudden spikes in blood
pressure,” he replied with a reproachful glance at Jessica.
“Fine. Now that we’re all one big, happy, healthy family, will
someone explain to me exactly what’s going on?”
“I guess we do owe the major an explanation. By the way David,
you were right. It is Nwarht who’s behind this.”
“How did you become aware of this?”
“I just saw him down there. Even shook his hand.”
David was silent for a few minutes as he came to terms with the
realization that 30 thousand years of torment would soon end.
“Are you all right?” Jessica asked finally.
“No Miss Bustos, I have not been all right for a very long time. But
I am better, now that my redemption is at hand.”
“So, David, would you be so kind as to explain to Major Lucas
exactly who and what you are,” Jessica asked.
“I would be delighted to—again. You see, major, approximately
40thousand of your years ago, my people, who are a very long liv—”
“Oh no,” JW interrupted. “Not again. Time is of the essence and if
we let David tell the story, we’ll be neutrino particles by the time he’s
finished. He’s a bit slow and longwinded—uh, no offense David.”
“None taken,” David replied, looking a little miffed anyway.
“Okay major, here’s the condensed version. David here belongs to a
race from a planet a few hundred light years away. His race has existed
for a billion of our Earth years, give or take, and individually they can
live up to a couple of hundred thousand years. Although they have
existed for a long time, their technological advances are really, really
slow. It wasn’t until about a million years ago that they first developed
space travel. So, forty-some-odd-thousand years ago they finally leave
their peaceful little crib and what do they find but a nasty race of very
smart warmongers, hell-bent on destroying themselves. This terrified
David and his people a great deal, as they are the ultimate pacifists,
never having developed the need to fight, since, apparently, everything
on their planet co-exists in perfect, peaceful harmony. With no ability
to defend themselves, and convinced that this new race would soon
develop space travel and embark to annihilate them, they came up with
an ingenious solution.”
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credentials to know what she was talking about. There was also the
mystery of his magically healed body, but most important of all, was
the fact that his gut was telling him that he was being told the truth. He
suddenly longed to be in the cockpit of an F-37, going Mach 4, his only
concern being whether the arteries in his brain would rupture from the
g forces.
But I have a job to do. Might as well do it.
“All right, where do we go from here?”
“That’s easy,” Jessica said. “Since you’re about to be good as new,
you go down there and use your ninja skills to take out this Nwarht
guy.”
“Why does everyone keep talking about ninja skills? Is that just a
thing, now? I’m a trained soldier, nothing more. Secondly, if this guy is
who you say he is, I wouldn’t be able to get to within 50feet of him
before he took me out. The only reason I was able to get close to him
earlier today is because he didn’t perceive me as a threat—yet. Third, I
can’t go around taking people out based on suspicion, that’s called
murder. The days of the old CIA act-first-ask-questions-later are long
gone. Finally, even if I could ‘take him out,’ who’s to say that this
doomsday machine of his isn’t on auto-mode with him the only one
able to stop it?”
“But this guy is an alien who wants to destroy two worlds. He
doesn’t have any rights,” Jessica argued.
“Jessica, technically, we’re all aliens,” JW reminded her.
“Oh, go build a wall,” Jessica muttered at him, making a face.
“If David’s story is to be believed, we certainly are aliens,” Lucas
continued. “But even that’s irrelevant. It was this kind of thinking about
terrorism and terrorists that got us into all kinds of trouble before. In
fact, I would go—”
“Hel…J…to see…right…ght…you did…vive,” interrupted a
stuttering female voice.
“Gerty!” JW yelled excitedly, jumping up and running to the
control panel. “You’re alive! Wait, don’t blow a circuit. Let’s see if we
can make some adjustments. David, would you be so kind?”
“Of course.” David went to the control panel and waved his hand
over it a few times. “There, that should fix it.”
“Gerty, how do you feel?”
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“First let me contact the director and have him issue a warrant to arrest
our Mr. Nwarht.”
Jessica sat down and smiled. Men are so easy. Just have to know the
right buttons.
A few minutes later, they were all standing behind David looking
out at the rapidly approaching darkness of outer space. The ship deftly
navigated around the myriad of objects in its path. There were tens of
thousands of various objects in orbit around planet Earth that the ship
carefully avoided. Once they had cleared the orbital hazards, David
issued a silent command to the ship and it smoothly accelerated away
from Earth. The only sensation of speed was the Earth rapidly receding
behind them.
“Well, that was rather anti-climactic,” Lucas commented with
disappointment, looking for the adrenaline inducing rush of g-force
acceleration.
“Are you kidding me?” JW said excitedly. “We’re in outer space. I
thought that’s what all you fly boys dream about?”
“It is,” Lucas replied as he looked out at the majestic splendor of
the universe and the rapidly approaching Moon. “It truly is.”
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Rick lay stretched out with his feet against their oxygen tanks. They
had closed off the rest of the base, and were now resting on a mattress
they had pulled off a bunk trying to use as little oxygen as possible.
They were playing a balancing act of life support maintenance,
alternating the backup system between temperature control and oxygen
regeneration. The oxygen regeneration system consumed a much
greater portion of their remaining energy supply, so in the last few
hours they switched the system to temperature control only and were
using the last of the oxygen from the retrieved tanks.
“When we get out of this fine mess, can I take you out to a nice
dinner?” Rick asked weakly, forcing a smile.
“Rick, if we get out of this, I will marry you and have all your
children, if that’s what you want.”
“Wow. Wasn’t expecting that. But okay, let’s get started.”
“Sorry, it would use too much oxygen.”
“I’m willing to risk it.”
She smiled and said nothing for a while.
“Tell you what, if we get out of this, I would love to go out to a nice
dinner with you.”
“It’s a date then. I’ll hold you to it,” he smiled at her as he lay back
down. “I’m feeling really, really tired. I think I’ll take a nap now.”
He was asleep almost before he finished his sentence. She looked at
him for a while, listening to his raspy, labored breathing; suddenly
angry at the cruelty of life. After a moment, she laid her head on his
chest and closed her eyes for what she assumed would be the last time.
:
The ship did one complete orbit of the Moon. It decelerated and
hovered 50feet above Luna Base Alpha. David, JW, Jessica and Lucas
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stepped into the lift circle. It gently lowered and deposited them on the
Moon’s surface. The shield from the lift apparatus protected them from
the lunar elements while allowing them access to the control panel of
the airlock.
Remarkable technology, thought Lucas, while attempting to come
to grips with the new realities thrust on him in the last few hours:
Aliens, space travel, extra-terrestrial origins, the possibility of near
term human extinction and the fact that he was standing on the Moon
without a spacesuit. He shook his head.
“Any idea how we get in, major?” JW asked carefully examining
the controls.
“Sorry, I haven’t got—”
Before he could finish his sentence, the outer airlock door slid
open.
“You’re welcome.”
“Thank you Gerty!” JW grinned, looking at the group. “See?
Wasn’t personalizing her a good idea?”
Jessica rolled her eyes.
Stepping inside, they heard air rushing into the chamber. The ship
was pumping oxygen through the lift apparatus, refilling the base with
the life supporting gas.
“Gerty, can you detect any life signs?”
“I cannot. But I took the liberty of downloading the plans for the
base. The living quarters are through the door on your right, down a
ten-meter corridor, then on your right through the kitchen area.”
“Thanks, Gerty. Let’s go”
They rushed forward. There were four doors that led into sleeping
chambers, but each one was empty.
“Any ideas?” Lucas asked, but everyone looked at a loss as to what
to do.
Jessica inhaled sharply as a sudden idea occurred to her. “Gertrude,
what’s the smallest sealable room in the facility?”
“The supply room. Go back to the kitchen. It will be the door on
your right.”
JW was first to the room. He yanked open the doors and had to
jump out of the way as an oxygen cylinder crashed to the floor. He
quickly moved several other cylinders out of the way and looked into
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the room. It was basically a hallway with a recessed area on the left
stocked with provisions. At the opposite end of the room was another
door. There, on a mattress on the floor, JW saw a man and a woman. A
closer look indicated their condition was grim; their chests were
motionless and their faces and lips had a bluish tint.
“Over here,” he shouted.
David rushed over, kneeling over the bodies. He felt each of their
wrists for a pulse.
“Are they dead?” JW asked, his face contorted in concern.
“Technically, yes. However, if too much time has not elapsed, I
might be able to save them. We need to get them back to the ship.
Quickly.”
JW picked up the man and threw him over his shoulder like some
50-pound sack of potatoes. He then reached down, grabbed the woman
and put her under his arm, carrying her as effortlessly as one might a
winter coat. He rushed out the room and through the kitchen with his
load, as Jessica and Lucas stared after him, mouths agape.
“What are y’all staring at? Let’s go!” he yelled over his shoulder as
he ran through the kitchen.
“Adrenaline?” Lucas asked Jessica, still staring at the spot JW had
occupied moments before.
“Nanonites,” David replied running off down the hallway.
Jessica and Lucas exchanged puzzled expressions before they also
rushed after JW.
He had already placed the bodies on the floor by the time David
and the others entered the ship.
“Come on David, do your alien magic,” JW urged, shifting
restlessly from one foot to the other.
“I will do my best,” he responded without slowing down on his way
to the medical cabinet. He grabbed what appeared to be two long
needled syringes and rushed to Rick and Sarah’s side. He promptly
plunged each of the syringes directly into the temples of the listless
bodies. Jessica yelped in alarm and even Lucas made a rather
undignified squeak in the back of his throat.
He quickly grabbed two more syringes and plunged those directly
into their chests. He then stepped back and instantly a clear dome
materialized around Rick and Sarah.
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:
The creatures were horrifying. More hideous than anything that had
ever come out of the imagination of the most terrifying Hollywood
horror movie. They called and drew him inexorably toward them. They
grabbed him and started pulling him away.
Away from what?
He tried looking back, but could not. They kept pulling at him, but
he was not afraid. He could sense their joy at his presence. He was
getting pulled further and further.
To what? From what?
He couldn’t remember. Suddenly something grabbed him from
behind. He stopped and with the greatest of efforts, looked back. He
saw a face. She was familiar but the image was fuzzy and he couldn’t
immediately identify her. As she came into focus he recognized her.
Sarah.
She was standing in front of him, silent, but her radiant smile told
him all he needed to know.
You have to come back.
The creatures were still holding on, but no longer pulled him. He
sensed their feelings had changed.
They were, what? Angry?
No, that wasn’t it. He then realized that what they were feeling was
sadness. He looked back at Sarah’s smiling face, and as he did the
creatures released their hold on him. As they did, he experienced the
most profound feeling of sorrow he had ever known. He looked back at
the creatures, but they were gone. All that was left was the sorrow.
Sorrow and a loneliness that until this moment he couldn’t even
fathom. Yet, that made no sense. There were so many of them, why
would they be lonely? Unless…and then he knew. In that one instant,
he knew everything. He looked back to Sarah, but she too was gone.
He opened his eyes.
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:
Rick opened his eyes and looked blankly at a smiling woman sitting
on the floor next to him. His first thought was: What a nice smile.
Several other people were standing around staring at him with
concerned expressions. The woman sitting on the floor looked familiar,
but he couldn’t quite remember who she was. His head was throbbing.
“Rick, are you all right?” she asked.
He attempted to answer her, but no sound came out of his mouth. At
least he knew his name now. That’s right; Rick, Rick Wilkins. And the
woman…it was almost there.
“Sawhaa,” he mumbled through what felt like a mouth full of
marbles wrapped in cotton.
She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Oh my
god, Rick! I thought I’d lost you.”
He attempted to speak again, more slowly this time. “What
happened? Where are we?”
“I’m not entirely sure, because I haven’t been awake very long. It
appears that these people rescued us.”
Rick looked at the people standing around them. What a motley
looking crew, he thought.
Standing in a rough semi-circle: a tall, attractive teenage girl; a
nerdy looking jock; a tough military type; and an odd skinny guy with a
head three sizes too large for his body.
Some rescue party.
The big-headed guy reached for his hand and helped him stand.
“Mr. Wilkins, I am so glad you survived that ordeal.”
“Thank you, I guess. I’m not sure exactly what that ordeal was.”
“Your memories should return in time. The nanonites are hard at
work repairing all neuronal and synaptic damage. There is no guarantee
that your memories will be 100 percent, but they will improve. You did
suffer damage to some areas of your brain due to lack of oxygen.”
“And, who are you—?”
“My name is David. This is my ship.”
The teenager came forward and extended her hand.
“Hi! I’m Jessica. I’m the brains of this outfit.”
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“Don’t mind her,” the jock said, extending his own hand. “She’s
somewhat lacking in social skills. I’m JW Duarte. I guess you two and I
have something in common. David here has saved all three of our
butts.”
“Don’t be modest,” the military type said. “David may have treated
them, but if you hadn’t picked the two of them up and rushed them up
here like some crazed fireman souped-up on speed and steroids, there
might not have been enough of them to save.” He nodded at Rick. “By
the way, I’m Major Philip Lucas, United States Air Force, on temporary
assignment with the NRC.”
Rick looked at Lucas suspiciously. “That kid carried both me and
Sarah?”
“While running full speed.”
“God, my head is killing me,” Rick said, covering his forehead with
both hands. “Do you guys have any aspirin, or better yet, morphine?”
“I’m afraid any medication might inhibit the nanonites from
completing your repairs,” David responded.
“What the heck are nanonites?”
“No!” JW groaned. “For the love of God, not again. Let’s just say
they’re an experimental treatment and leave it at that.”
“You know perfectly well that is not accurate, JW,” David scolded.
“After all, look at how well your treatment turned out.”
“I know David. I just don’t think Rick is in any condition to listen
to one of your long-winded explanations.”
The man named David looked slightly hurt but remained silent.
Rick looked around the ship as an odd expression came to his face. He
started walking around, looking and touching everything in an
increasingly frantic pace, all the while smiling like a little kid who just
found the jar of leftover Halloween candy. Pieces were coming together
in his brain like a jigsaw puzzle nearing completion. Finally, he
stopped, a big smile on his face, and looked at the astonished group
staring at him, collectively wondering if the brain damage he suffered
wasn’t terminal after all.
“Which one of you is the alien? Or are all of you?”
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JW was the first able to speak. “What makes you think we’re
aliens?
“This ship is of extra-terrestrial origin. It stands to reason that one
or all of you are also of extra-terrestrial origin.”
“That is a remarkable piece of deduction, Mr. Wilkins. May I
inquire how you arrived at your conclusion?” asked David, obvious
admiration in his voice.
“Please call me Rick. And I’m guessing you’re the alien.”
“You are correct again. I am quite impressed by your reasoning
capabilities, especially considering the trauma you recently suffered.”
“I’m guessing those nanonites things you keep talking about might
have something to do with it.”
“Okay Rick, you’re really freaking me out now,” Sarah commented
nervously. “You’re saying we’re on board some alien space ship, this
guy David is an alien and he’s agreeing with you. Either we died and
are in some kind of bizarre purgatory or we’re massively brain
damaged and suffering horrid hallucinations.”
“Trust me Sarah, this is no hallucination. But more than that, for me
this is a dream come true. I imagine it’s what every astronomer dreams
about—finding extra-terrestrial life. And here it is, standing right in
front of—”
Rick blinked. “Wait a second, something isn’t right though. You did
say you were the alien, didn’t you?”
“I am of extra-terrestrial origin, yes.”
“How far away is your planet?”
“Approximately 250 light years,” responded David.
“But that’s virtually impossible. The likelihood of a hominid like
species developing within a thousand light years of Earth is
approximately one in a quintillion.”
“Interesting,” Jessica said. “How did you come up with that
specific number?”
“I did a research paper on it as part of my graduate work. By
extrapolating the conditions necessary for life, number of stars in
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worked or not?”
“He could take spectral analysis readings from Earth observatories,
or orbiting observatories,” Sarah answered. “But that might attract
attention. I’m guessing he got his readings from my observatory, right
down there.”
“That’s why the auxiliary power,” JW spoke up quickly,
uncomfortable with the way the two women were eying one another.
“Makes sense.”
“Of course it does,” Rick agreed. “They knew the EMP would fry
all our systems, including the power. They needed an auxiliary power
system that wouldn’t be affected.”
“And here I thought they were just looking out for us, because
we’re special,” Sarah said sarcastically, glaring at Jessica.
“So, Mr. Wilkins, if that’s not the weapon, where is it?” Lucas
pressed before Jessica had a chance to take over the conversation.
Rick shrugged. “Without knowing exactly what’s going on, I’d say
somewhere else on the Moon. Maybe on Earth. I have no idea.”
“Okay,” JW spoke up. “Put yourself in Nwarht’s head and build and
design this bigger weapon. How and where?”
“Good, but then—David?” Lucas frowned. “Where’s David?”
Everyone glanced around in surprise, but David was nowhere in
sight.
“WARNING, INCREASED RADIATION EMISSIONS.”
JW frowned. “Um, what—”
Suddenly the ship shot straight up at an incredible rate, slamming
everyone to the floor. Sarah landed on top of Jessica. Lucas whacked
his head on the command board. At almost the same instant, Luna Base
Alpha and the EMP array vanished from existence amid an incredibly
bright light. The occupants of the ship were saved from blindness by
the rapid closure of the ship’s outer layer. Dust and debris were flung
into space for miles in every direction.
The ship hung in the darkness, as dead and silent as the space
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Nouveau Paris: Las Vegas, Nevada
Director Bustos was about to leave his room when his phone rang.
He noted the name of his head technician.
“William, talk to me. Any luck with that virus that killed my
glasses?”
“Yes director, um, wait, no director, um, actually—”
“William—” Bustos snapped impatiently.
“Yes director! We stopped the virus from destroying the system, but
we have to reboot all the servers and whatnot. Unfortunately, we
weren’t able to determine if that company you called actually sent the
virus.”
Bustos pondered. “Considering that’s not exactly good news, I hope
you have something else for me.”
“Er, not really. The boys did do some digging into the company, and
while they couldn’t find anything of major importance, they did come
across this email sent to them. Doesn’t seem like much, but I figured
you might want to take a look at it. Should be in your inbox by now.”
“Thank you, William.”
The director tapped his phone, the screen changed from William’s
face to the email. It read:
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approved by Project Manager Osaka. They will depart from LAX and
should be on site in Africa by August 13. The requested equipment has
shipped and should be on site before the workers arrive.
To assist the team, two head engineer specialists from the Home
Office have been sent to oversee the project.
If there are concerns on your part, please contact us so we may
discuss any discrepancies.
Sincerely,
Simon Herrera, Vice President of Finance
CB&S Accounting
The director pursed his lips. “William, when was this email sent?”
“A couple of months ago.”
Bustos rubbed his chin wondering what, if anything, this meant, or
if it was even relevant. With Douglas’s team still occupied with
gathering clues from Clark Mountain, and Major Lucas off
investigating Holo Photonics, Bustos decided that maybe he should go
see if this CB&S outfit could provide any answers. Probably a dead
end, but his instincts were telling him that something about this email
was important.
“REC coalition dispatch center. How may I help you?”
“I’m looking to speak with Professor Jennings. He’s still head of
operations I assume?”
There was a moment of hesitation. “Yes, he is. However, he is out
in the field at the moment. He should be back tomorrow. May I ask
who you are and what this is regarding?”
“Tell him Director Bustos called and would like to speak to him
regarding plutonium. Make sure he gets the message.”
Before the woman could respond, Bustos terminated the call.
“William, those directions?”
“I just sent them to your MiS.”
“Thank you, William. Good luck.”
“You too director.”
Grabbing his briefcase, Bustos headed down toward the lobby,
wondering if he was doing the right thing. But, after all, he was simply
off to speak to some accountants. How dangerous could that be?
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a snake.
“Where did you get this?” he demanded in an acidic tone. “This is
private company correspondence.”
“Like I said, this is a government investigation. It takes precedent
over private security issues.”
“I see, so once again, the government can just stick its nose where
it—”
“Simon!” Catarina snapped. “Go finish up your work. I’ll answer
Mr. Bustos’s questions.”
The kid glared like he wanted to throttle Bustos, then shoved his
chair back and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Catarina took a deep breath. “I’m sorry Mr. Bustos. My son has
issues with government types.”
“Personal issues?” he asked, glancing at the door.
“Very personal. He’s convinced the government is responsible for
his father’s death.”
Bustos raised his eyebrows.
“That explains his less that warm response to my presence. You do
not share that belief—I take it?”
There was a moment of awkward silence.
She eyed him for a long time, trying to decide if he could be
trusted. Finally, she took a deep breath.
“Mr. Bustos, let me tell you how I got involved with the Rath
corporation.”
“Rath?”
“The parent company of Holo Photonics.”
“Interesting, please continue.”
“Approximately ten years ago, my husband taught nuclear physics
at Yale. He was approached by a government outfit offering him a job
working on a new kind of nuclear power. It was called the Legacy
Project. My husband reluctantly accepted. It meant that he would be
away from us for long periods of time, but the money was too good to
pass up. Looking back, I should have realized that the offer was a little
too good to be true. At the time, however, I was simply trying to be
supportive and didn’t really stop to consider how nebulous the offer
truly was. We wouldn’t be able to visit him, call him or even know
where he was going. We just assumed it was the usual government
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secrecy.”
The director looked thoughtfully at her.
“Not that I do not believe your story Ms. Herrera, but if anyone had
been hired by the government to work on a secret nuclear project, I
would have known about it.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I’m the director of the NRC.”
She stopped and pursed her lips. “Interesting. The NRC director
himself personally investigating—what, may I ask?”
“You certainly may ask.”
“It was rhetorical Mr. Bustos. I am well aware of who you are. In
fact, I attempted to contact you several years ago regarding my
husband, but—”
“I assure you, your husband was never hired by any government
agency to work on any type of nuclear project.”
“I know that now, Mr. Bustos. Once I realized it, I began contacting
every agency I could think of, including yours, trying to find out what
happened to my husband, and more importantly, who was responsible.
But no one seemed interested in helping me. I was never much of a
conspiracy theorist, but it surely seemed as though someone was
covering something up about my husband’s death.”
“How did he die?”
“Six months after he started we were told he had been killed in a
lab explosion. We were devastated. But it wasn’t long before I got
suspicious. The details of his death were so vague, so unclear, that I
needed to find out what had really happened. We received a large
settlement from some fictitious government agency after his death,
hush money I called it, and I used those proceeds to fund my
investigation into what happened to my husband. You could say I
became obsessed with it. After months of pouring over MiNet stories of
mysterious deaths and disappearances, a pattern emerged. I started
finding disturbing evidence of other scientists and engineers who died
in mysterious accidents, or disappeared, while on—nebulous
government, or quasi government jobs. Finally, a common denominator
emerged.”
“Holo Photonics?”
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The director frowned. “I’m surprised I’ve never heard of this outfit,
especially if they are ostensibly handing out government contracts.”
“Not surprising. They are strictly a holding company. Their name
never makes the news and they do not conduct any business directly.
Everything is done through specialized subsidiaries, most of whom are
legitimate business enterprises and many have legitimate government
contracts.”
“Holo Photonics being one such entity?”
“Correct. Once I found out about the existence of the Rath
Corporation, I set out to infiltrate it by starting CB&S accounting and
contracting for the accounting of one of their subsidiaries.”
“I take it you have a finance background?”
“Wharton MBA.”
Bustos whistled softly. “Impressive!”
Catarina scoffed. “Not impressive enough. Almost ten years and I
still have no concrete proof as to my husband’s murder.”
“Yet, you do still believe your husband was murdered?”
“Him, and many others like him. I have been very careful in my
investigation, Mr. Bustos, which is why it’s taken me this long. But I
am certain that this Legacy Project, whether government sanctioned or
not, has been responsible for a great many deaths—accidental and
otherwise.”
Bustos leaned back in his chair trying to digest the information and
decide how much, if any, to believe.
“I am assuming you catalogued all this information.”
“I have. It is all stored on various—huh—vintage off the grid PC’s.
My son is somewhat of a computer savant, and he restored these
ancient units that, while lacking in computing power, make up for by
being virtually un-hackable.”
“One thing I don’t quite understand though. Why would an outfit
this large hire outside contractors to do their accounting?”
“Quite clever, if you think about it. By decentralizing their
accounting, they make it that much more difficult for someone to put
all the pieces together.”
“But you have.”
“Not all, but some. Enough to determine that there is one person
behind this whole enterprise. And he has amassed a spectacular amount
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of wealth.”
“How spectacular?”
“Perhaps as much as a trillion dollars.”
Bustos just stared at her for a few moments, trying to determine if
she was serious.
“You’re telling me that a single individual controls these mega
corporations and is worth over a trillion dollars? You’ll forgive me if I
take this information with a slight grain-of-salt.”
“I agree it is incredulous, but as I said I have it well documented.”
“I will have to take you at your word, but it is still hard for me to
believe that there is an individual out there with more wealth than has
ever been documented, yet no one is aware of his existence.”
“Mr. Bustos, as hard as it is to believe it is true nevertheless. This is
a very clever and ruthless individual. And, there is something else
about him that is even harder to believe.”
“And that is?”
“I believe that he may be over a hundred years old. Perhaps as
much as two hundred—”
The director’s phone interrupted with a shrill ring. He answered it
with an annoyed look. “Hello Tyra. Do I not have the phone on do not
disturb?”
“Yes sir. However, I believe you may want to hear this—in
private.”
“Excuse me, Ms. Herrera. I’ll be right back.” He went outside.
Even with the latest encryption technology, one couldn’t be too careful.
“Tyra, what is so important?”
“It’s about your daughter, sir.”
Fatherly alarm bells started going off, even though his exterior
demeanor remained calm. “What about her? What kind of trouble has
she gotten herself into?”
“I’m not sure sir, but we received a call from a young man wanting
to speak to you. He said your daughter might be in danger and he
needed to speak to you right away. He wouldn’t leave his name, but we
traced his phone. His name is Bryce Costa. Do you know him?”
He sighed. “Yes, I’m afraid I do. Can you send me the audio of the
entire conversation as well as his current location?”
“On its way, sir.”
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pods. And, had I been injured and the ship damaged, your chance of
repairing the ship and surviving without me would have been rather
slim.”
“Now what?” Rick asked.
“I believe David was about to take us into position to do a spectral
analysis of Ganymede. After that, I guess we hightail it back to Earth.
I’m sure Lucas will be eager to bring my dad up to speed. And we’ll
see if we can’t track down this maniac.”
“I have already taken the readings,” David responded, his
expression crestfallen. “The weapon worked flawlessly. Ganymede’s
magnetic field has been completely stripped away.”
“Wow,” Rick marveled. “This guy might be a complete nutcase, but
you have to admire his genius.”
“Hey David, cheer up,” Jessica said. “We’ll get this guy before he
zaps your world. Look who he’s up against—we’ve got a combination
of the Flash and the Hulk in JW; we’ve got the Terminator in Major
Lucas; we have Sherlock Holmes and his side kick; we have Super
Mouth in me; and then of course we have you—Yoda.”
“Hey, I’m the only one who can call him that,” protested JW.
“Do not forget me.”
“Of course not Gertrude. Didn’t mean to leave you out. By the way,
thank the ship for saving us from becoming cosmic dust.”
“Not necessary. We were simply doing our jobs.”
“Maybe, but thanks anyway. So, what you say David? Let’s go get
that escapee from the funny farm and teach him some manners.”
“Right, Barbie,” Sarah said. “We’re just going to walk up to a crazy
guy and say; ‘excuse us, would you mind handing those weapons over
because we don’t think it’s very nice of you going around setting off
nukes and killing people’?”
“Okay that’s it,” Jessica snarled. She launched a roundhouse kick
that caught Sarah in the stomach and sent her backward into JW,
knocking them both against the wall of the ship.
There followed a few moments of stunned silence.
“What the hell was that for?” Sarah yelled. Before anyone could
stop her, she ran straight at Jessica and threw her to the floor with a
tackle that would have made any linebacker proud.
“Interesting,” David commented, watching as the two women tried
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to claw each other’s eyes out. “I have not observed this sort of behavior
before. Is this normal?”
“David!” JW cried. “Help me—” He was cut short when a punch
from Jessica got him in the face and knocked him senseless.
“Whoa!” Rick yelped, catching JW before he hit the floor. “Hey,
um, girls, maybe now isn’t the best time to settle whatever differences
you have with each other. Can’t we talk this out?”
“No!” They both yelled.
“What is your problem you little witch?” Sarah seethed, elbowing
Jessica in the shoulder. “What mental hospital did you escape from?”
“Oh that’s rich, coming from you,” Jessica snapped. “Do you
expect us to believe that you’ve been sitting on top of a giant death ray
and you didn’t notice? You must think we’re all stupid!”
“You’ll change your mind quick when I knock that smug look off
your face!”
David cleared his throat. “Perhaps we should talk this out.”
“Shut up!” They both yelled.
Jessica was about to deliver a punch when a cord that hadn’t been
there a second earlier grabbed her wrist. She attempted to grab it with
her free hand, but that hand was similarly ensnared by another cord
attached to the ceiling of the ship.
“Hey! What the—?”
She looked at Sarah who was equally immobilized. David walked
up to Jessica. “I am sorry Ms. Bustos, but I cannot allow violence on
this ship. You both will remain restrained until you calm down and
assure me that there will be no further incidents.”
“That’s not fair,” Sarah growled. “She started it. Why am I being
restrained?”
“She’s right, David.”
Everyone turned in surprise to Lucas, who had been watching the
altercation in silence. “Let them go at each other, it’s highly
entertaining. After all, it’s not like the world is coming to an end any
time soon. Oh wait, it is! What is wrong with you people? We’re trying
to catch some lunatic who is about to destroy two civilizations and you
two are playing ninja princess trainees.”
He looked around the ship. “When I got recruited into this, I had no
idea what was involved. I thought I was simply helping Director Bustos
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track down some rouge terrorists who had gotten a hold of some nukes.
That’s scary enough, but it turns out this guy is preparing to destroy
himself and two entire civilizations just for a chance at revenge. Let me
reiterate, this is a very, very bad individual. My inclination is to send
you all on your way, fill the director in on what’s going on, and let him
send in the cavalry. However, since time seems to be of the essence,
and given the rapidity with which he is cleaning up loose ends, we may
be the only ones able to stop him.”
Lucas looked around the room. “Any questions? No? Good. Given
that he has completed his test phase, it’s likely he’ll be moving on to
the main event soon. I was never prepared to put civilians or, um,
aliens, in danger,” he continued with a pointed look at David. “The
problem is that my gut is telling me that it wasn’t mere coincidence that
brought us together. I’ve learned to trust my instincts and something is
telling me that stopping this guy is going to be up to us. To do that is
going to take a group effort, with all of us working together. The five of
you aren’t exactly a SEAL team, but you’ll have to do. Got it?”
“Sure,” Rick muttered.
“Are we clear on this? We are all going to have to work together to
stop this guy. Together.” Lucas emphasized raising his eyebrows at
Jessica and Sarah.
“Sure,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. “Whatever.”
“Fine,” Jessica grumbled.
“Thank you,” Lucas said. He pulled David aside. “I think we have
some planning to do.”
“I have a question,” Rick whispered to JW. “Does your girlfriend
always go around drop-kicking people into next week?”
“First of all, she’s not my girlfriend,” JW replied, watching as
David commanded the ship to release its hold on the two women.
“Second, I don’t know—she seemed pretty nice when I first met her.
Third, I am seriously reconsidering that date I asked her on.”
“Mm,” Rick said noncommittally. “We may not be a SEAL team,
but those two are scary together. Whoever this guy is, one thing is for
sure; he has no idea what he’s up against.”
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Bryce paced uneasily across the floor of the casino outside the
security office, occasionally glancing up at the large TV mounted in the
corner of the room. For the last half hour, it had shown nonstop
coverage of some building explosion and fire out in Boulder City.
Weird. Modern buildings with argonite fire suppression systems don’t
catch fire and blow up like that.
He didn’t really give it much thought though. His concern was
finding Jessica as soon as possible. What was taking those security
guys so long? How long does it take to look through a few tapes? He
was just about to head into the office when someone cleared their throat
behind him. He winced and moved away slightly, half expecting the
mall witch to pull out a blaster and vaporize him.
“Mr. Costa.”
“Director Bustos,” Bryce said, somewhat disoriented by the other’s
appearance. “Uh, what happened to you?”
The director’s face was discolored, one eye was almost swollen
shut, and a professionally dressed gauze bandage wrapped around a
forearm, soaked in fresh blood.
The director glared at him and gestured to the TV screen.
“Oh,” Bryce said, understanding dawning. “You got caught in the
middle of all that?”
“Peripherally. As a matter of fact, I would have been inside had it
not been for you. I stepped outside to take a private call from my
assistant who had a message from you. I guess I owe you my life.”
“You’re welcome?” Inwardly Bryce grimaced. He had met the man
twice before and they hadn’t exactly hit it off. Bryce wasn’t a fan of
government muckety-mucks, and he was pretty sure the director was
not a fan of frat boys. It always made for wonderfully awkward
conversations.
“So,” he ventured. “Someone burned down that building
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“Not your concern. Tell me, Mr. Costa, what makes you think my
daughter is in danger?”
Bryce grimaced again. From the tone of his voice, he had the
feeling the director would throw him in a dark cell somewhere if he
didn’t like Bryce’s answer.
“Okay, so last night I was at the UNLV library with Jessica, helping
her with a research project,” Bryce began. Bustos arched his eyebrows
skeptically. “Well okay,” Bryce admitted quickly, “I was actually just
hanging out while she worked on her project. Anyway, while we were
in there, we ran into this creepy guy who claimed he was looking for
some book—said he’d gotten special permission to borrow it from the
professor who wrote it—but then, he just leaves—walks out without
the book. Something didn’t feel right—the guy seemed pretty hinky to
me, so I hung around trying to figure out what exactly he was looking
for. And I found it. But it wasn’t the book, it—it was what was in the
book.”
Bryce frowned. Why the heck had he just said it that way?
“And what was this book?”
Bryce didn’t speak for a few seconds. When he had started to tell
the director about the data chip, something cold had seemed to crawl
across his neck. He looked around, making sure the security guard
wasn’t coming back, or that a gaggle of tourists wasn’t within earshot.
Should he not know about that? Guess I should be careful about
what I say anyway.
“It was a book on how an EMP could be used as a military
weapon,” Bryce whispered. The director’s face remained impassive but
Bryce’s poker instincts told him what he’d just said was big. Bustos’s
muscles had tensed, his jaw tightened.
“Then what?” the director asked, his tone unchanged.
“Well, I got a little spooked, you know? I ended up going to a Mi
Store to get my data transferred, ‘cause I felt like maybe I was being
followed. Then some evil-witch-from-hell starts blasting up the place
while threatening me with unspeakable bodily harm if I didn’t
surrender. Anyway, I managed to terminate her existence, but not
before she laid waste to a department store and killed about half a
dozen innocent people in the process.”
“That, was you?”
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his picture at her place. I had never seen his face before, but I had a
dream about him. The dream was as real to me as this conversation.
And his face was unmistakable. There is no doubt in my mind that it
was him.”
The director said nothing. Bryce could feel the undercurrent of
pained anger still simmering.
“Do you know how my son died, Mr. Costa?”
The question caught Bryce off guard. “No. Like I said, Jessica
never talks about him.”
“He was in Kansas City when the bomb exploded.”
“Oh jeez, Mr. Bustos, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”
“Don’t apologize. It was a long time ago, although sometimes it
seems like yesterday.”
“What was he doing in Kansas City?”
Bustos didn’t answer right away. He was looking at the TV but
Bryce could tell he was staring right through it.
“My son was special, Mr. Costa. I don’t mean in the way that all
sons are special to their parents. I mean that there was something about
him. He could…see things.”
“Uh, what kind of things?”
“Little things really, and I never paid much attention at the start.
I’m not a believer in the metaphysical, but my wife was. She knew very
early that he was different, that he had a gift, as she called it. He could
find things that had been lost for years. Sometimes, he would tell us the
phone was about to ring a few seconds before it did or even who was
on the line. And then, of course, there was the cat.”
Bryce looked up sharply.
“The cat?”
“Yes. Paul called him Mo. He showed up in our backyard one day,
this helpless little kitten, and made himself at home. They were
inseparable—that cat would follow him around like a puppy—
sometimes they would just sit and look at each other—almost like they
were communicating.”
“One day, the cat disappeared. We lived in the Pasadena foothills—
there were coyotes and mountain lions in the surrounding hillside—
anything could have gotten him. I simply figured the cat had an
unfortunate encounter. But about a week later, Paul woke up in the
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middle of the night screaming about a stomach being on fire. Not his
stomach, he told us, but the cat’s.
“He insisted we go look for him. I got my car keys, but he said no,
we had to walk—Mo was up in the hills. He said Mo had told him that.
We geared up and hiked up into the hills, and damned if Paul didn’t
lead me straight to him, hiding under a bougainvillea bush, bite marks
on his neck, and a six-inch gash right in the middle of his belly.”
“How old was he when that happened?”
“About ten.” The director’s gaze became unfocused. “After that, we
kind of grew apart. He knew that the way he was made me
uncomfortable, so he kept his distance. And I was too much of a fool to
tell my son how much I really loved him.”
Bryce kept silent, but he could hear the anger and the pain in the
director’s voice.
“He called me the day before he went to Kansas City. He said he
was going because something horrible was going to happen there. But,
he had to go in order to save us. To save all of us.”
Bryce was silent as he tried to process what he had just been told.
That was when something uncomfortable occurred to him. “What color
was the cat?”
The director gave him a strange look. “Black, with a marking on his
side that looked somewhat like a white target. Why do you ask?”
Bryce’s pulse started thudding uncomfortably loudly in his ear. “N-
no reason. Just wondered.”
The director seemed about to say something when he saw someone
walking up to them.
“Ah, Mr. Bustos,” the man said extending his hand. “I’m Ron
Gates, Chief of Security.”
“Richard Bustos, and this is Bryce Costa.”
“Ah, yes. Your son-in-law. Nice to meet you both.” The director
threw Bryce an inquisitive stare. Bryce shrugged his shoulders with an
innocent look.
“Come this way, you’ll find this most interesting. Fascinating,
actually.”
He led them to his office and pointed to the largest monitor. “Do
you see those two gentlemen walking on the grass?” he asked, pointing
to the left side of the screen.
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“Make yourself at home Mr. Costa. Grab a drink from the mini-
fridge if you’re so inclined. I’m going to get myself cleaned up.”
Bryce was tempted to grab something with high alcohol content.
His nerves could certainly use the sedation. But even though the
director had offered, Bryce didn’t think he would approve of his guest
downing few shots of Chivas. He helped himself to a bottle of water
instead.
After leaving Caesar’s they had walked across the street to the
director’s hotel. Bryce entreated the director to get medical help, but
Bustos said there was no time. He would patch himself up in the room.
They stopped at a pharmacy on the way to purchase various supplies.
Bryce sat back on the couch drinking water and looking around the
impressive suite. Being director of the NRC has its perks. He stood up
and walked to the window. Below him, the lights of the strip were
beginning to glow as dusk settled in. In the distance, rays of orange
light illuminated the desert and the mountains as the sun set.
Where are you, Jessica?
“There, good as new,” Bustos announced returning from the
bathroom. “Now, a nice stiff drink to ease the pain and we’ll get back
to business.” He walked to the mini-fridge, and grabbed two of the
small bottles of whiskey. Filling two glasses with ice, he poured one
bottle of the amber liquid into each.
“Join me Mr. Costa. You look like you could use one.”
Nothing I’d like better. But is this a test?
“Please, Mr. Costa. I’m not judging you,” Bustos sighed, as if
reading his mind.
Bryce wasn’t sure, but he grabbed the drink and took a big swig.
The liquid felt wonderful as it burnt with a pleasant glow down his
throat. He sat down, leaned back and closed his eyes.
“Thank you, sir. I guess I really needed that. I feel like hell.”
“You look it. How much sleep have you gotten in the last 24
hours?”
“Not much. Those weird dreams haven’t allowed me much rest.”
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“Finish your drink and then grab some shut-eye while I catch up on
some business.”
“Thank you. I think I will.”
Bryce smiled as he walked to the bedroom. What do you know?
The stonewall is human after all. But I won’t be able to sleep.
Less than a minute later, he was out like a light.
:
Bryce was standing in some sort of cave; its walls decorated with
paintings whose features he couldn’t quite make out in the darkness. It
looked like a primitive meeting room. Five thrones were placed around
a massive stone table. Seated upon each throne was a skeleton, all of
them clad in ceremonial garbs.
“So here we are again.”
Bryce jumped. Standing atop the table was the boy, his white
hoodie and leather pants looking decidedly out of place among the
ceremonial robes of the skeletons.
The boy pushed his hood back and brushed his shaggy black hair to
one side. “Don’t worry about the ambiance. This has always been a
good place for finding answers. It stands for balance and harmony.”
Bryce licked his suddenly dry lips and managed to speak.
“Answers. Yeah. You’re Paul, aren’t you? Your father told me about
you. You have to be Jessica’s brother.”
The boy stepped down from the table, and Bryce took an
involuntary step backward. “Yes, my name is Paul. But as to your other
statement, it is both the past and the reality I never had.”
“Look, I don’t want to discuss philosophy. I just want some
answers, but those seem to be in short supply. Why all the double-talk?
What are you trying to gain?”
The boy pursed his lips and spun the knife he was holding between
his fingers. “Closure.”
Bryce frowned uncertainly. “Closure about what?”
The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small stone. He
held it out in front of him. Frowning, Bryce examined it. “Um, what is
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“Technically, you could call this I’itoi, the genesis story for the
O’odham people. Also known as the Man in the Maze. Essentially, it is
a symbol of the choices to be made in life. It’s a somewhat common
symbol in art. But this symbol is different. It was created long before
I’itoi by a woman named Idre. It was meant to be a reminder.”
Bryce didn’t speak for a moment. “A reminder of what?”
Paul’s eyes seemed to bore their way into Bryce’s own. “A choice.
Sometimes, a person has to choose a path. And following it may have
consequences no one could foresee. There will come a time when you
must make a hard choice, Bryce. You aren’t the first, and you probably
won’t be the last. But where others failed, perhaps you have the chance
to succeed.”
“Succeed at what? You aren’t telling me anything.”
“Aren’t I? You’re a smart man, Bryce. When the time comes, I
think you’ll know what to do.”
Paul stepped away into the shadows, but for just a moment, Bryce
thought he saw the other smile. “You know, in another life, the two of
us might have been friends. Perhaps, one day, we may get that chance.”
All around Bryce, the cavern walls began to crumble, and as they
did, Bryce caught a glimpse of the place from his first dream, with the
nuclear warhead streaking toward the tall buildings in the distance.
And as the atomic bomb exploded above Kansas City, Bryce’s
vision went black.
The last thing he saw was the cat, its yellow eyes fixed on him with
a most disapproving look.
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“Yeah, it is. After all this craziness, I’m not just going to walk out
on you or David, especially after finding out how really bad this is. On
top of that, my dad is also working this case, so it is personal.”
“Huh,” JW grunted. “Well I think that ‘we’ has expanded to include
those two-suspicious people we pulled off the Moon. Can you stand to
be with Sarah until the end of the world?”
“Why not? I’ve been able to handle being stuck with you, right?”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
JW sighed. “I really do think you should apologize to her, though.
After that light show on the moon, I seriously doubt she or Rick are
working for our bad guy. Even if they were, after seeing how easily he
terminates his accomplices once he’s through with them, it would
certainly convince them to change sides.”
“Guess you’re right. Fine, I’ll apologize.”
“—would have to be massive,” Rick was saying as the two of them
walked back onto the bridge.
“What would?” JW asked.
“Whatever conduit Nwarht is planning on using to deploy his
weapon,” Lucas said, throwing a disapproving look at Jessica, which
she decided to ignore.
“You mean because of the number of nukes he has to detonate?”
JW asked.
“Partially that,” Rick said. “Although the way I envision the setup,
an area the size of a large warehouse should be big enough.”
“That doesn’t sound very massive to me,” Jessica commented.
“No, but the structure to enclose it, to contain the force of the
explosion, would have to be,” Rick added. “We’re talking about a
structure like Hoover Dam on steroids.”
They were all silent for a few seconds. “Where would you build
something like that?” Lucas asked.
“I wouldn’t, at least not from scratch. I would find a natural
structure and fortify it.”
“What kind of natural structure?”
“Something like a caldera.”
“Please pardon my ignorance, but what’s a caldera?” JW asked.
“Basically, the crater of a volcano,” Rick told him.
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by the model. “Let’s assume that the volcano this guy is using isn’t
abnormally shaped or anything else like that. It would have to be
almost a perfect conical shape or the beam won’t be concentrated
enough when it fires.”
“In other words, it would have to be a cinder cone,” Lucas said.
Everyone looked at him. “What?” Lucas scowled. “I have my
moments.”
“No one said anything,” Jessica muttered.
Rick cleared his throat. “Anyway, Major Luca is right. It would
have to be a cinder cone and a pretty big one too.”
“Um,” JW raised his hand. “Wouldn’t it have to be extinct or
dormant as well? It would be pretty stupid of him to build his weapon
in an active volcano and then have it blow up in his face.”
“Unfortunately,” David spoke up, “I have just scanned Earth’s
surface for cinder cone volcanoes and it would appear that virtually all
of them are experiencing a dormant phase.”
“Naturally,” JW grumbled. “Just when I thought I had a good idea.”
“That’s okay,” Sarah said. She gestured to the map. “There are
hundreds of cinder cone volcanoes on Earth, but I would guess only a
handful of them are the perfect shape this guy wants. And they would
have to be fairly large, even by volcano standards.”
“I would also guess that they wouldn’t be underwater volcanoes
either,” Jessica mused. “I don’t care how many resources he has, it
would be very difficult to do construction of this magnitude
underwater.”
“Right,” Rick nodded. “So that leaves land-based, dormant, near-
perfect cinder cone volcanoes.”
“Taking all that into account, I believe I have compiled a list of
possible candidates,” David said.
He gestured to the map and a dozen red lights lit up all over the
globe.
“That’s still quite a few places to search,” Lucas grunted.
“Maybe, but I think we can narrow it down even further” Sarah
said. “Let’s go by continent and see if we can pick out some likely
suspects.”
She waved her hand and the map zoomed in on Europe. “There are
quite a few volcanoes in France but I think we can rule most of them
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out right off the bat. High population, so a greater chance of being
discovered.”
“Right. So, scratch those.”
The map rotated and zoomed in on the Americas.
“Crap—” JW gulped. “There are way more volcanoes here than I
realized.”
“Yeah,” Jessica said thoughtfully. “I don’t know though. North
America is so heavily populated and virtually every single volcano is in
a national park or at least some protected reserve, which means tourists,
park rangers and whatnot. Too much hassle.”
“True, but there are just too many to write them off just like that.”
“However,” David spoke up. “None of these are tall or well-defined
enough to be the correct ones.”
“Okay, then. Moving on.”
Jessica suddenly slapped her hand on the command console.
“This is getting us nowhere!” she exclaimed. “We’re just taking
blind guesses here and I don’t think that’s gonna fly. None of us are
exactly volcanologists.”
“You have a better idea?” Sarah challenged.
“As a matter of fact, I do. Why don’t we ask a volcanologist?”
No one spoke for a moment.
“Okay,” Lucas said slowly. “Do you happen to have one on hand?”
Jessica smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do. An old friend of mine just
happens to be one.”
She turned to David. “David, could you take us back down to
Earth? I don’t want to see my phone bill if I try to make a call from up
here. Also, there’s a friend I want to pick up on the way.”
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“Mrow,” was the only response he got. The cat had apparently
decided to get back into the car.
He tapped the screen to contact her, but there was no response. He
checked the app again. It showed her location somewhere in Idaho.
“What the heck—?”
He tapped the watch a few times and checked the app again. Now it
indicated that she was…right next to him.
“Okay, that settles it,” he grumbled. “Everything’s gone crazy.” His
phone buzzed as Jessica’s face appeared on the screen.
“Bryce?”
“Jessica!?”
“Hey. Good to see you again Costa. And this time I really mean it.”
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“Jessica where the freaking hell have you been?” Bryce demanded.
“You disappeared without a trace! I’ve been going crazy looking for
you!”
Jessica looked down at Bryce, a hundred feet below her. A strange
feeling suddenly washed over her. Being back on Earth, after all that
had happened in only a few short hours, it was as though she was
seeing him for the first time.
“I’m really sorry Bryce. Things just happened so fast, I didn’t get a
chance to call you.”
Bryce made a rude sound. “Sounds typical for you. But where are
you? My stupid watch showed you in Canada about five seconds ago,
and now you’re apparently standing right next to me. What is going
on?”
“Well, I am, sort of,” Jessica responded, watching Bryce pace back
and forth next to the car.
Was that a cat following him around? And was that Kelly’s car?
“Look I’ll explain everything when you get up here, all right?”
“Get up where?”
“Just grab whatever you need right now, and I’ll see you in a few
seconds.”
After deliberating for a moment, Bryce reached down and picked
up the cat. Jessica nodded to David and the next second, a startled
looking Bryce was standing on the bridge of the ship.
“Up here,” Jessica smiled, hanging up her phone. “So how have
you been Costa?”
Bryce dropped the cat, his eyes darted around the bridge of the ship
and at the six-people standing there.
“I have been, very, very, very stressed out, that’s how I’ve been,” he
finally bit out, startling Jessica with the seething anger in his voice.
“I’ve been driving all over southern California looking for you,
been chased through a mall by maniacs who wanted to kill me, and I
had to sit through a very unpleasant conversation with your father, all
the while thinking you’d been kidnapped by those two weirdos.” He
snapped his head toward JW and David.
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with enough power to knock out the worldwide power grid. We’re
talking enough damage to set humanity back a few thousand years.”
Everyone on the bridge had gone silent. David was the first to
speak. “Pardon me Mr. Costa, but do you have further details?”
“Heck I have the whole thing on a data stick. I suppose that’s why
those maniacs wanted to kill me, this Nwarht guy obviously wanted it
back.” Bryce dug into his pocket and held out the data stick. “Whoever
wants it can have it, it’s brought me nothing but—”
And right in the middle of his sentence, he collapsed, almost
squashing the cat that was cleaning its paws next to him.
“Bryce!” Jessica cried. She rushed over to his side. “Gertrude, can
you tell what’s wrong with him?”
“Just a moment.”
“I see. It would appear he is suffering from some form of post-
traumatic stress. I detect extremely elevated blood pressure, and severe
lack of sleep. I am amazed he is still functioning at all.”
David grabbed a small ball from his medical shelf and sprayed
some sort of mist into Bryce’s face. “That should help stabilize him for
now.”
Lucas bent down to retrieve the data card Bryce had dropped. “Well
at the very least this should fill in some blanks.” He handed it to David.
“This may make for a good read.”
David plugged the card into the ship’s computer. Everyone watched
wordlessly as he read through the data flashing across the screen.
Jessica sat down next to Bryce and put her hand on his forehead.
“Anything?” Lucas asked after a few minutes.
“Fascinating,” David finally said. “There are all kinds of details and
possibilities involving the use of an EMP for various military purposes.
And here—a theory on how to turn it into a concentrated weapon. This
is almost exactly how Mr. Wilkins predicted it might look; a fortified
caldera of a perfect cinder cone. There are several other interesting
points, but I believe it does hold one main key element. There is a list
here of several potential sites for this device to exist.”
“Really?” JW asked with interest. “That’s a good thing, right?
That’ll help narrow down the possibilities.”
No one spoke for a moment. “Okay Jessica,” Lucas said slowly. “I
guess it’s time to call your friend and narrow the list.”
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“Indeed I did, Richard. You see, last night’s fireworks weren’t the
endgame. This baby is. The nuke’s sole purpose was to generate an
EMP pulse. Said pulse was then modulated and amplified by this little
beauty and fired at our satellite.”
“Which satellite did they take out?”
“You misunderstand me Richard; not a satellite, the satellite. I’m
talking about Luna, the Moon.”
“They fired an EMP pulse at the moon? Why?”
“I’m not sure, but it’s what on the moon they fired at that’s
disturbing.”
“You don’t mean—?”
“Yeah, afraid so. It’s aimed right at Luna Base.”
“Crap! Was the pulse powerful enough to do damage?”
“My guys are still reverse engineering this contraption and running
the numbers, but their preliminary findings are—scary.”
“Scary, how?”
“Richard, if their numbers are right, this device generated a pulse
strong enough to fry every electronic component on that base.”
The director’s face went ashen. “Then, all those people up there—”
Arthur silently nodded his head. “But that’s not even the truly scary
part.”
The director wasn’t sure he wanted to know any more. “Go on.”
“Richard, we don’t have anything like this.”
“You mean the ac3 antenna?”
“No, we have those—or prototypes, anyway. I’m talking about the
level of technological sophistication that could deliver that kind of
punch.”
“Who then? The Chinese? Russians?”
“No, not them either. My crew has been clearing this mountainside
of weapons the likes of which I’ve never even imagined before, much
less seen. There are plasma guns scattered through this ridge that can
pulverized a tank. There are organic-electric sensors that can detect a
flea fart a thousand yards away. These things simply do not exist.”
“Then how do you explain them?” Bustos asked, already suspecting
the answer.
“I’m going with what I suggested to you last night. I don’t know
where these things came from, but I’m quite certain they are not of this
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Earth.”
Douglas braced for some type of retort, but none was forthcoming.
The director simply rubbed his chin, deep in thought, and stared off
into the distant desert floor below. Finally, he turned back to Douglas
and gave him a friendly slap on the back.
“Thanks, Arthur. You and your team have done a superb job here.
Start wrapping it up, secure the area and go get yourself some rest. I
have to kick this upstairs. I’m not sure what this whole business is
about, but it’s obviously much bigger than just some crazy with a
couple of nukes. Heck, from what you’re telling me, nukes are
firecrackers compared to the toys these people seem to have.”
“That is indeed true my friend,” concurred Douglas. “What are you
going to tell the brass?”
“To be perfectly honest Arthur, I haven’t a clue.”
“I don’t mean to put any more on your plate than you already have,
but something about this whole thing feels—off.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why go to all this trouble and expense, just to take a potshot at
Luna Base? Not much up there but a bunch of eggheads and their very
expensive equipment.”
“What are you thinking?”
“What if this was just a trial run?”
Bustos mulled that over. “Damn. You might be right. If you are, I
think we’re all screwed.”
“Yep, my thoughts exactly.”
They walked glumly down the hillside watching the final hint of
sunlight disappear. As darkness encased them, they wondered if they
would live long enough to see another sunset; or a sunrise, for that
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was generating massive rainfall. The resulting lahars were the deadliest
ever recorded. Although an actual death toll number was impossible, it
is estimated that as many as 40,000 people died and remain buried in
the lahars.”
“Lahars…?”
“Oh, sorry. I guess it’s my turn to tutor. Simply put, a lahar is
volcanic mudflow. The fascinating and terrifying nature of lahars is
their speed and structural consistency. They are liquid in motion but
solidify once stopped. Once they stop moving, they solidify into a
concrete like solid; permanently encasing everything they cover. Lahars
can move at over 100 kilometers per hour. Those poor people never
stood a chance.”
“How horrible,” Jessica said softly.
“Must have been. I did a thesis paper on this event and spent a great
deal of time in the area. I saw some things that I would much rather
forget. But, here is the really interesting thing—the event virtually
solidified the interior of the caldera.”
“Sorry, say that again?” Jessica requested at Rick’s silent query.
“Yeah, I know. Hard to believe, but like I said, volcanology’s
perfect storm. There was so much rain and so much material spewing
from the volcano that much of it never made its way out of the caldera
and flowed inward instead. The timing of the termination of the
eruption and the stoppage of the rains worked out perfectly so that a
large amount of lahar deposited and solidified inside the caldera,
perhaps as much as 75 to 100 feet thick. It basically ‘corked’ the
volcano.”
“Fascinating. That would make it the perfect site. You’re a genius
Gus.”
“High praise indeed. But Jessica, you’re not the only smart one
around here. I know that there is some hidden agenda behind those
pretty green eyes. What’s really going on Jess?”
“Sorry Gus, I can’t spill. But I promise you once this is over, I’ll
buy you lunch and tell you all about it.”
“Uh, uh. Whatever you’re up to Jessica, just be careful.”
“I will Gus. Thanks.” She touched her phone to disconnect,
wondering if she would live long enough to keep her promise.
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the dark expanse of night. The only light came from a shining purple
point in the sky—a distant planet he couldn’t even begin to guess the
name of.
Even as he looked at it, he felt a sudden spike of emotions; anger,
rage. Just as suddenly, an inky black hand seemed to reach up from the
surface of the Earth, encircling the planet.
Then the hand closed, snuffing out the light, and Bryce’s
consciousness along with it.
The last sound he heard was laughter, cold and inhuman, coming
from far away.
:
Bryce opened his eyes to find himself lying on a bed. He tried
sitting up, but his head was still pounding and decided to lie back
down. Despite that, he felt remarkably better than he had been feeling
lately. Hopefully it would last.
“Mrow.”
Bryce turned his head to see Mo sitting next to the bed. “Oh good,
you’re here too. Perfect.”
He pushed himself up painfully as Jessica appeared to materialize
in the room.
“Hey,” she said. “How do you feel?”
“Better I suppose, although I’m still a little fuzzy on some things.
Like what’s going on here, for instance.”
“I suppose you would be,” Jessica said, sitting down on the foot of
the bed. As briefly as she could, she filled Bryce in on everything that
transpired in the last 24 hours. He listened intently without interruption.
In the end, he simply stared up at the ceiling.
“That guy is really 175,000 years old?”
“Yep.”
“Wow.”
Jessica studied him. “I’m a little surprised. You seem to have taken
this, what I would call fantastic new information, quite in stride.”
“Trust me Jess, after what I’ve seen and been thorough lately, this is
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it was preordained.”
“Costa, I’m a scientist. I don’t believe in predestined events.”
“Yeah, well, I guess yesterday you didn’t believe in little green men
from Mars either. But today—” he raised his eyebrows.
“Point. By the way, what’s with the cat?”
“It was your brother’s.”
“What?”
Bryce winced as he realized he’d probably made a mistake. “Um,
that’s to say—”
Jessica stood up abruptly. “That’s impossibly stupid Bryce. There’s
no way—” her voice trailed off. “Wait a minute—where exactly did
you find this cat?”
“Um, I may have been at your old house in Pasadena.”
“Why would you look for me in Pasadena? I live in Claremont.”
“Your brother kinda told me to go there.”
Jessica’s scowled. “If this is a joke Costa, it isn’t funny. You do
realize I have no brother, correct?”
“Jessica please, just listen. I’ve been having these dreams. I think
it’s your brother trying to communicate with me or something. He’s
trying to warn me about something. Your father said he had some
special abilities—”
“You talked to my dad about this?”
“I had to Jessica, I had to know what this all means. Your father
said that he never believed in what Paul saw, but that your mother did.”
Jessica expression turned stony. “My mother was a brilliant
geneticist. She wouldn’t believe in hocus-pocus stuff. And I know all
about my brother and his little talents. It’s all a bunch of bullshit. Just a
comforting little story every parent concocts in their head to make their
child seem soo special, and perfect, and brilliant. But guess what? It
doesn’t matter, because guess what? He died. Certainly didn’t see that
one coming, did he? And if he could, see things, then why they hell
didn’t he see what would happen to my mother because of him?”
Bryce started to speak, but she cut him off. “Get up and come to the
bridge. Lucas wants to talk to everyone.”
She turned and stormed out of the room so Bryce couldn’t see her
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“Good, the whole gang is here,” Lucas grunted. “Okay, listen up.
Here’s the situation as I see it. We’re reasonably sure we know where
this Nwarht fellow is going to deploy his weapon. Our best course of
action is to notify Director Bustos, fill him in on what we know, and
what we suspect, and let him deal with it. However, David here
disagrees. Normally I’m not someone who makes decisions by
committee, but this is not the norm. I will let David explain his
objections and we can then discuss appropriate courses of action.”
David nodded slightly. “What you have to understand about our
adversary is that he leaves nothing to chance. His strategies always
account for every known variable and usually many unknown ones.
Since he appears to have already interacted with some of you, he has
already factored those encounters as variables in his strategy. A direct
attack, given his skill and resources, would not have much chance—
even with the military might of your country. I am quite certain that he
has weapons that your military have not even dreamt of yet.”
Lucas folded his arms. “Is that just conjecture on your part?”
“It is conjecture of course, but think about what he’s accomplished.
He’s devised a weapon that can strike a world several hundred light
years away. Devising one that can destroy an entire aerial or naval
force would be child’s play for him. I have no doubt that he has
weapons that will render any military force sent against him, impotent
at best—completely decimated, at worse.”
“Makes sense,” Lucas nodded reluctantly. “I’ve certainly had
firsthand experience with one of those weapons. Do you have any
ideas?”
“Ideas, no. But I do have some insight into how he thinks.
Whatever course of action we employ must be predicated on variables
he cannot possibly anticipate. I believe we, singularly or collectively,
might be those variables. How best to take advantage of that, I will
leave up to you.”
“Ideas, comments?” Lucas asked the group.
“Occam’s Razor,” JW said more to himself than anyone else.
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“You see, just before I was revived, I knew that I had to come back.
There was something I needed to do. Something only I, or rather we,
could accomplish.”
“How did you know?” Lucas asked sharply. “You didn’t even know
we existed until you woke up.”
“Because, major, for an instant just before I revived, I knew
everything.”
“By everything, you mean—?”
Rick glanced at Sarah again. “I mean everything. Everything there
ever was; everything there ever will be; everything that has ever
happened; everything that will happen. I knew every universe, every
atom, every particle of matter and energy. In short, the essence of
everything there is.”
“Well that’s kinda handy,” Bryce said. “Since you know what’s
going to happen, it will make things a lot easier.”
Rick smiled. “I’m afraid not. I said I knew everything, in that
instant. Now, I simply have a vague feeling of that knowledge. But the
one thing I know for certain is that we have to do this together. If not,
we all die.”
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open mind. In fact, may I suggest a nice stiff drink before I start?”
“What I would really like is a brief talk with Major Lucas first. If
you all don’t mind.”
Before anyone could answer, Bustos ushered Lucas through the
connecting door to the adjoining room.
“If I’d known the rooms were this nice, I would have spent more
time here,” Lucas commented dryly, walking over to the window.
“So, major, looks as if you’ve been a little busy. The question is,
doing what?”
Lucas could hear the displeasure in the director’s voice. He stared
at the director for a few moments, wondering how best to answer the
question.
“Sir, if anyone had told me this morning what I am about to tell
you, I would have thought them non-compos mentis. But, as you told
me yesterday, no matter how unbelievable or unpleasant the truth is, it
is still the truth, no matter how much you want it not to be.”
“The philosopher has returned.”
“Just laying the groundwork sir.”
“I’ve already heard some pretty unbelievable things today,” Bustos
said wearily. “Get on with it.”
“All right, let’s keep it simple then. The person responsible for the
nuclear detonations is not from this planet. And sometime in the next
few days, he is planning to unleash what amounts to Armageddon. If
we don’t stop him, all life on Earth will likely perish.”
Lucas paused for a moment, watching the director for a reaction.
Much to his surprise, he saw none. He simply stood there looking back
at him, with absolutely no expression. After a few moments, Bustos
walked over to the window and stared out at the street below.
“Less than an hour ago, Arthur told me basically the same thing.
So, unless both of you have simultaneously gone off the deep end, I
have to believe there is a fair amount of truth in what you are telling
me.”
He turned back to face Lucas. “Before you go into any details, just
answer me one thing. Do you believe it?”
“Director, in the last 24 hours I have been shot at by a weapon I
couldn’t even dream existed. I have gone to the moon and back in a
matter of hours on a ship with no discernible propulsion. I saw my own
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Director Bustos sat down and rested his head on the palms of his
hands.
“How could I have let this happen? I devoted my life to making
sure these weapons would never again threaten mankind, yet here we
are on the verge of being completely annihilated by the very weapons I
was supposed to have destroyed.”
“Sir, I’m not sure what happened, but at this point it’s irrelevant,”
Major Lucas said firmly. “We have to focus on what needs to be done
to stop this Nwarht character.”
Bustos took a deep breath, frustrated at his moment of self-pity.
“You’re right major. Sorry for that momentary lapse.”
“No need for apologies. Also, if we are to believe your daughter’s
friend, all that has taken place had to have happened, exactly as it did. I
don’t understand it myself, but to paraphrase, ‘There are more things
on heaven and earth—”‘
“Then are dreamt of in your philosophy,” the director finished.
“Indeed major, indeed. Let’s rejoin the party in the other room.”
The others were talking amongst themselves in hushed tones, as the
two of them came back into the room.
“Did the major fill you in on our intergalactic adventure?” Jessica
asked hesitantly.
“The basics,” he nodded. “I’m still a little sketchy on the details,
but, then again, I probably don’t want to know. Do I?”
“I guess that depends on how many details we need to fill in, in
order for you to go along with our plan,” Jessica said.
“Your plan? You know about this plan, major?”
The major shrugged his shoulders and turned up his palms. “I
figured it was best they tell you themselves. For the record, I believe it
has the best potential. Unless you already have something in mind,
sir?”
“My plan is that we find this Nwarht, I call NORAD, and we rain
down some Hellfire missiles on his ass, that’s my plan.”
“Dad, have you been drinking?” Jessica exclaimed. “You’re the one
with the nuclear physics degree, so correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t
nuclear weapons tend to detonate if you start setting off explosives near
them?”
“Possible, but highly unlikely. But, by all means, let’s hear your
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plan.”
Jessica looked at her father, trying to gauge how he would take this.
“Our plan is to simply walk in, unarmed, and once inside, figure out a
way to stop him.”
“Are you serious?” the director asked after closing his mouth.
Turning around he picked up the phone. “Room service? Yes, please
send up several pots of coffee. Four should be fine. Thank you.” He
hung up the phone and turned back toward the group.
“All right, I’ll keep an open mind. What on earth makes you believe
that this madman wouldn’t simply kill you on sight? He did his
damnedest to get rid of me and the major.”
“And me,” Bryce added.
“And us,” Sarah said.
“I was almost one of his victims too,” JW put in.
“All right, so it appears my daughter is the only one in this room
that is not in Mr. Nwarht’s crosshairs. I ask again, why would he not
kill us all as soon as we came anywhere near him?”
“Ego,” Jessica said.
The director contemplated his daughter’s answer for a few
moments. He turned to the major.
“Major, you never did tell me why David exiled Nwarht on our
lovely planet.”
“Oh boy,” JW mumbled.
“Jessica, you know him best, so I’ll leave the explanation up to
you,” Lucas said.
“Humph,” Jessica said. “Thanks, pal.” She looked at her dad. “All
right Dad, it’s like this—David and his people created Nwarht and
many like him to basically fight their wars for them. Turns out they
were really, really good at it. Things didn’t work out quite right so they
dumped them here on Earth.”
“Them? You mean there’s more than one of him?”
“As far as we know, no. There is only one of him. But technically
there are billions like him here on Earth.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Us. The people that David exiled here are our ancestors.”
“Our ancestors?” the director asked darkly. “So, what you’re trying
to tell me is that all our creationist and evolutionary theories are not
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Lucas was the first to speak. “This may be out of line sir, but that
was a bit harsh.”
“You might be right, Major. But sometimes she gets so locked in on
her ideas that she loses focus of the big picture.”
“She feels that she’ll never be smart enough sir,” Bryce said quietly.
The director frowned at him. “What are you talking about? She’s
the smartest person I know. Heck, probably the smartest person I’ve
ever known.”
“No, she’s not. She’s trying to live up to someone else’s standards,
knowing she will never be able to. She feels nothing she ever
accomplishes will compare to…you know.”
The director said nothing. He simply walked to the window and
stared out into the Las Vegas skyline. He felt the cool night air radiate
through the pane onto his palms as he rested his hands on the window.
A small part of him wished the window would give way, allowing him
to plunge the 40 stories to his death. Another of his father’s many
aphorisms came to him: Life sucks, and then you die. Except some
people didn’t even have that to look forward to. He started to imagine
what it must be like to live with guilt and remorse for tens of thousands
of years.
He turned away from the window and faced Lucas. “Major, I think
it’s time I had a long talk with David.”
He turned to Bryce. “Mr. Costa, please talk to Jessica. You seem to
be in a very small minority of people to whom she actually listens.”
“Well I don’t think we’re really on speaking terms—” Bryce
grimaced. “I mean, of course. I’ll try.”
“Thank you.”
Lucas turned to Bryce. “If I had to guess, I would say she’s headed
back to David’s ship. Go on ahead and talk to her. There are a few
things the rest of us need to discuss and then we’ll catch up with you.”
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work and after…” Jessica trailed off. “But—anyway. That cat you
found? You’re right, he was my brother’s cat.”
“But how is that possible? He would have to be like 40 by now—
oh.”
“I see you got it. When Mo was on his last legs, she decided to try
some cell therapy on him. But for some reason she was unable to
replicate her experiments with feline cells. Nothing seemed to work
properly, no matter what she did.”
Jessica looked down at the water in the fountain. “What she did
next, many people, myself included, would consider highly unethical.
She took skin cells from my brother and reengineered the DNA to
mimic feline DNA. She then converted those to various embryonic
cells, injected them into Mo and there you have it. A 40-year-old cat.”
Bryce looked down at the water as well. “You’re right about one
thing, your mother was one smart cookie.”
“Smart cookie? Bryce, she thought on a plane I can’t even imagine.
Reading her journals was like being inside her mind. She could
visualize the solution to a problem holistically. When she was in a
deep-thinking mode, she could see the whole universe and how all the
pieces fit to make the whole.”
“She sounds pretty remarkable all right. How old were you when
she—?”
“Died? I was about three.”
“Do you remember her at all?”
“Only vaguely. Still, I miss her so much. But sometimes I’m so
angry with her I could just—never mind. I doubt I’ll ever be able to
live up to her standards. Hers or my brother’s.”
“You know that you should never measure yourself by other’s
standards,” Bryce said. “You’re better than that.”
Jessica shook her head. “I don’t know. Maybe,” she said softly.
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“So, exactly how does one board a starship?” the director said with
only mild sarcasm.
The six of them were standing on the lawn in the exact spot where
Jessica and the others had been elevatored up earlier. JW had gone
ahead and helped David disable all the surveillance cameras on this
side of the casino, replacing the contents with a continuous loop so as
not to attract suspicion.
“Do you like roller coaster rides, Dad?”
“Not particularly.”
“Well, then you’re probably not going to enjoy this very much.
Ready?”
“Are you going to give me a heads-up about what’s coming?”
“Where’s the fun in that? Just hang on to me.”
Knowing what to expect, Jessica did not feel the disorientation of
her earlier ride. Her father, on the other hand, had a face completely
devoid of color and his knees appeared ready to buckle. To his credit,
his face remained stoic and devoid of expression.
“You all right Dad?”
“Why shouldn’t I be? I told you I love roller coaster rides.”
“Mr. Bustos, welcome aboard my ship,” David said coming
forward. He held out his hand to the director, who was thankful to
finally find someone without an iron-grip handshake.
With the feeling of disorientation rapidly dissipating, Bustos looked
around the bridge of the ship. He was underwhelmed. Science fiction
movies had probably skewed his view of what a starship bridge should
look like. However, this was far removed from any expectations.
“Cool, isn’t it Dad?”
“Understated simplicity would be a more apt description,” Bustos
replied.
“Thank you. I consider that a tremendous compliment Mr. Bustos.
We strive for simplicity in our existence. It is our life philosophy which
carries through to our designs and technology.”
“I see,” he replied. “Please call me Richard.”
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With Jessica and JW off attempting to fix whatever was bugging the
computer, and Bustos and the alien having their tête-à-tête, Bryce
decided to explore the ship.
It was much larger than it appeared. He was walking down a
corridor when he ran into Rick sitting on the floor by himself, his back
against the wall.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Not much. Just sitting here contemplating the cosmos.”
“Well, I guess that’s what you guys do, right?”
“Pretty much. Although more accurately I should have said that I’m
sitting here contemplating what’s beyond the cosmos,” Rick added.
“This have anything to do with your, um…experience?”
“Probably.”
“Mind if I join you?” Bryce asked politely.
“Please do. You’ll find that this floor is remarkably comfortable.”
“Wow, it is,” Bryce said as he sat next to Rick. “Can I ask you
something?”
“Does it having anything to do with astrophysics?”
“Not really, no.”
“Then go right ahead,” Rick told him. “Don’t feel much like talking
shop.”
“When you had your, uh… whatever you had—”
“You mean my near-death experience?”
“Yeah,” Bryce said. “What did you see exactly?”
“It wasn’t so much what I saw, as what I felt. Why?”
Bryce shifted. “The dreams I’ve been having lately, they don’t feel
like dreams. I sense that wherever I am, it’s a real place and I keep
running into Jessica’s brother. Her dead brother. Anyway, I’m
wondering if perhaps it’s a place similar to where you were.”
“You think you are somehow going to the place of death every
night?” Rick asked.
“Sure feels like it. What did it feel like, being—you know, dead?”
Rick stared off, seeming to be looking at nothing in particular.
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determined their future path and purpose in life. To them their visions
were as real as anything else they experienced in their lives. Perhaps
the dreams you have are similar.”
“So you don’t think I’m totally nuts?” Bryce asked, sounding more
eager than he’d intended. “You believe they actually mean something?”
“I would almost guarantee it.”
Bryce thought about that. “You said you’re not Catholic, but do you
believe in God? You must now.”
“No, not really. Not in the traditional theological sense.”
“So, do you think those—beings—you felt, they created
everything?”
“Yes,” Rick replied, nodding firmly.
“But if you don’t believe they’re God, what are they?”
“That, my friend, is one of the things I’ve been sitting here
contemplating. The best I’ve come up with is that they are beings that
are not that much different from us, but separated from us by
dimensional differences.”
“Why do you think they were so joyous at your impending arrival?”
Bryce wondered.
Rick shrugged. “I’m not sure. Like I said, I sensed a profound
loneliness, maybe they just long for some companionship which we can
only provide once we die.”
Bryce frowned. “I saw creatures in one of my dreams too. Just
briefly. But I didn’t sense joy or anything like it from them.”
“Probably a good thing for you,” Rick said wryly. “Because if you
were in the same place and they were glad to see you, that means
you’re dead.”
“Or, that I’m about to die.”
“Probably,” Rick agreed
“Thanks for sugarcoating it.”
“You didn’t let me finish, Bryce. There might be different…doors,
or better yet, windows that allow some of us a glimpse into that realm.”
“Okay, but if they’re so lonely, wouldn’t they be happy to have me
visit? I can assure you, all I felt was a whole lot of hate, and anger. And
it was like it was directed at me specifically.”
“We haven’t established for certain that we’ve actually visited the
same place,” Rick mused. “Assuming we did, we would be perceived
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The director stared intently at the alien. He had listened to his story
without interruption and now looked at him, digesting the information
and looking for any sign of deception. He saw none. That didn’t mean
much. He was an alien, after all. Who knew what type of technological
or biological agents he might have at his disposal that could distort the
director’s thoughts or feelings. Still, his instincts told him David was
being truthful—mostly.
“You seem to be judging me less harshly than the others did,
Richard.”
“They’re young. They have not had to make the types of decisions
you and I have been faced with.”
“They have not yet faced their Kobayashi Maru,” David said.
“Sorry, I’m not familiar with that expression.”
“No, I suppose not. The Kobayashi Maru was an unwinnable
scenario in a fascinating science fiction series that JW introduced me
to. I have been…watching the series and subsequent movies during my
rest period.”
“I’m surprised you have any time to rest.”
“We do not have the need to sleep as you do. We do require a rest
period to empty our mind, similar to your REM sleep. I have found that
watching these shows does a remarkable job of emptying my mind.”
“Yes, I imagine that’s why they used to call sitting in front of a
television, veg’ing out.”
“It does have a rather hypnotic quality.”
They stared at each other. After a moment, the director nodded.
“There are certain responsibilities that come with friendship, David.
Honesty being one of them. What are you not telling me?”
“Everything I have told you, my friend, has been the complete
truth.”
“I believe you,” the director said earnestly. “But I don’t believe you
told me that story about an old television show just to make
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45,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean
Monday, September 17th, 2046
The Global 9000h cruised silently over the central Pacific Ocean
just under Mach 4. Built for comfort rather than speed, it could
nevertheless reach any place on planet Earth in under six hours.
Although it could carry as many as 25 passengers, in its current
configuration, with its oversized seating that folded into full size beds,
it accommodated just eight passengers, albeit all of them in luxurious
comfort. Unlike most other hover-jet dual propulsion jet/turbofan
configurations, the 9000h used good old-fashioned vertical propellers
hidden inside the fixed wing. The props would deploy in hover mode,
allowing the craft to take off and land vertically, should the pilot elect
to do so. What it gave up in aesthetics during hover, it more than made
up for in fuel economy and reduced decibel levels. Although Major
Lucas was ostensibly flying the plane, the advanced avionics of the
aircraft were perfectly capable of navigating to its destination and
landing it on the head of a pin, if necessary.
For Lucas, there was no way he was going to let some second-rate
microprocessor take the controls from him. It had been way too long
since he had flown anything as beautiful as this machine. What amazed
him most about the aircraft was the quiet. Bombardier’s newest
thorium-electric jets put out 50,000 lbs. of thrust without the
thunderous roar of traditional jets. However, to an old-time pilot like
Lucas, the quiet was slightly disconcerting. Still, there was no denying
he was thoroughly enjoying what was his first solo flight in a very long
time. To the southwest, the Hawaiian island chain was starting to come
into view. Lucas reached for the mic.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We are
approaching the beautiful island of Hawaii. Unfortunately, that is not
our destination. Given our current situation and future prospects, or
lack thereof, and since this might be the closest we get to ever visiting
this beautiful tropical paradise, I will do a flyover at a few thousand
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Bryce while showing him how to work the stock market and mining
industry.”
“You’re saying Mr. Costa junior is a spoiled rich brat?”
“Not really. His father makes him earn his money. Every summer
he spends at least a couple of months working in the mines.”
“Inside the mines?” Bustos asked in surprise.
“Yep. Tough work, but Bryce seems to enjoy it. He’s actually
somewhat of an expert on mining and silver. He doesn’t think I know,
but he has an advanced degree in geology. Get him started and he’ll
talk about the stuff for hours. He recently used silver on a school
project and nearly blew himself up.”
“Didn’t know that silver was a combustible material.”
“It’s not. But that’s Bryce, being Bryce.” She pursed her lips. “As
for the other stuff, I think he’s kind of a lost boy. He stays in college
because he doesn’t really know what to do with himself. With his future
being pretty much set, he doesn’t try very hard. He takes about two
classes a semester. If nothing changes, he will be the epitome of the
perpetual student. It also gives him a steady supply of bimbos to satisfy
his male lust. I think his mother having abandoned him when he was a
kid left him with female rejection issues. I think he’s constantly trying
to fill that void from his childhood with his ladies du jour.”
“Or, he simply hasn’t found the right lady,” her father suggested.
She gave him a sideways don’t-go-there glance, but having just
verbalized for the first-time things she knew about Bryce, she simply
looked out the window wondering if she couldn’t have been a better
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The major returned from the rear of the plane with a soft drink in
his hand. He stopped next to Sarah who was sitting by herself.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked motioning to the seat directly in front
of her.
“No, but shouldn’t you be flying the plane, or something?”
“I stopped pretending to fly this thing about a half-hour ago. It was
fun being at the controls for the takeoff, until I realized that the stupid
onboard computers could probably fly circles around me, so why
bother. I guess pilots are just another endangered species.”
“Unless the sun decides to burp, then I for one will be only too
happy to have you and your skills on board,” Sarah declared.
“I guess you found out firsthand how vulnerable our technology
truly is.”
“Amen to that, brother,” she said raising her glass, which clearly
did not contain a soft drink. The major raised his own glass, clinking it
with hers.
“Don’t take this as a cheap pick-up line, but has anyone ever told
you what a beautiful smile you have?”
“They have,” Sarah said smoothly. “But a girl never tires of hearing
it, especially from a handsome flyboy.”
“You shouldn’t be flirting with me, Ms. Ruben. Your boyfriend
might become jealous.”
“You mean Rick? What makes you think he’s my boyfriend?”
“I can tell he cares for you.”
“Maybe. Don’t have much time for romance these days. Besides,
the dark side of the moon isn’t exactly dating central.”
Sarah sipped her drink and studied Lucas thoughtfully. “What about
you? A girl in every port?”
“Wrong military branch,” he said dryly. “But no, there’s no one in
my life. It wouldn’t be fair for me to be in a relationship. The military
is a harsh mistress.”
“There was someone once, wasn’t there?”
Lucas raised his eyebrows. “Very insightful. Yes, there was. A long
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time ago.”
“What happened?”
“Life. Sometimes life just gets in the way of the things we truly
want. She had her career, I had mine, and the trains were on different
tracks. Which is why if you have any feelings for this Wilkins guy, you
should latch onto him.”
“He is kinda cute. In a geeky, neurotic sort of way,” Sarah admitted.
“Relationships have started with less. Anyway, I guess I should go
check on the microchips flying this bucket.”
“Can I ask you a question, major?” Sarah asked quietly as he turned
to go.
“Of course.”
“Do you think we’re going to get out of this alive?”
He briefly thought about employing a few platitudes, but decided
she was too smart for that. Besides, he believed in honesty, and she
deserved that much.
“I’d say the odds are pretty slim. But one thing is for sure; whatever
happens I plan on going down fighting. And from what I’ve seen, I’m
pretty sure that goes for you too.”
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Mount Mayon, Albay, Luzon: Philippines
When JW stepped off the plane, he could see that they had set down
on a long strip of tarmac laid over blackened lava fields. All over the
island strange spikes jutted from the lava like tree branches.
“That’s not normal, is it?” Bryce mumbled next to him, coming
down the ramp with Mo in his arms.
JW glanced at him. “The tarmac? Why? I’m sure Nwarht has to
have a way to bring supplies in by plane.”
“No,” Bryce nodded. “That.”
At first JW didn’t get it. Then he realized the spikes weren’t spikes.
They were arms.
“How in the heck—?”
“The lahars,” Jessica said behind them. “Remember? That’s why
this was the perfect place for Nwarht to set up shop.”
“Lahars?” Bryce asked.
“I’ll explain later,” Jessica said absentmindedly. “Guess that’s the
mountain then.”
They both followed her gaze. Mount Mayon rose out of the earth, a
giant tumor against the relatively flat landscape of the island. The
brown slopes stood silent and foreboding as they had for hundreds of
years.
JW assumed the island had once been beautiful, but the lahars had
completely desolated every part of the landscape. Everywhere he
looked, all he could see was dull tones of black, gray and brown. Even
the sky was dull and gray as though the ash from the eruption years ago
hadn’t ever left the air.
“Rather unpleasant.” Sarah commented as she and Rick stepped off
the plane. “This landscape reminds me of Luna.”
“Let’s not mention Luna right now,” Rick said nervously. “I’d
rather not relive that experience, if it’s all the same to you.”
“Unfortunately, you may have to,” Lucas said drily as he followed
the director and David off the plane. “I have a feeling we don’t have
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“Oh, he’s quite right Richard. We had never officially met until
then.”
The director turned to Lucas. “Major? When did this—?” His voice
trailed off as a look of realization dawned on his face. “Your special
assignment—your missing file. Are you telling me that your secret
mission was for him?” he snarled, pointing a finger at Nwarht.
“I have no idea who that mission was for—I was never told!” Lucas
shot back. “My squadron was assigned to fly a large shipment of
classified weapons to an undisclosed location for demolition. With that
many weapons in one location, it was expected that the mission might
draw unwanted attention. So, all the pilots and crew had special skills.
But, before we could get to the location, my unit was ambushed. A
strange squadron of fighters attacked us off the coast of Australia. I had
never seen fighter jets like those before. They materialized out of
nowhere. We had 48 stealth F37’s escorting the cargo planes; the best
fighter planes of the time. We didn’t get off a single shot. Every single
fighter was shot down almost simultaneously. Not sure why I survived,
really. Dumb luck I guess. Still, I barely survived. The missile that hit
my jet completely vaporized it. The plane auto-ejected me, but the
debris cut me up pretty good and the blast knocked me out. I just
remember seeing a large craft fly over the cargo planes and swallow
them up. Figured it was a dream, until now. Anyway, a fishing boat
found me floating among the wreckage and pulled me out. I thought the
mission had been a dismal failure, but I was assured by my superiors
that another stealth team, flying phantom cover, had shot down the
attackers and the weapons had reached their destination safely.”
He glared at Nwarht. “Although, obviously, that’s not the case, is
it? There was no shadow cover squadron. It was your people who
ambushed my squad. And my commanders were working for you.”
Nwarht smiled. “Honestly Major, I’m not sure why I never killed
you. I don’t usually leave lose ends. Call it warrior honor.”
For a moment, Lucas looked as though he was going to forget the
plan and jump straight over the table and strangle Nwarht, but the
director stopped him.
“It’s not possible,” he said, his voice somewhere between a
statement and question. “All of our actions went through legitimate and
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“Yes, it appears some jobs are too difficult for amateurs,” Nwarht
growled, throwing a glare over his shoulder.
A portion of the wall behind Nwarht disappeared, and Osaka
stepped out, her high heels making sharp clicking sounds as she walked
over to stand next to Nwarht. She threw a seductive smile at Bryce,
who had to resist the urge to scream and cover his mouth with his
hands.
“How…who—?” He stammered.
“Ah yes,” Nwarht said. “My dear Osaka here isn’t a real person,
per se. Which is to say, she was a real person at one time, a very skilled
operative for the old USSR. But this lovely creature standing here is a
cloned recreation, with a data wafer embedded in her cerebellum for
memory download. You see, Mr. Costa, when you eliminated the
previous iteration of Ms. Osaka, I simply activated another one and
then downloaded her memories to the chip. She was part of a grand
plan that I abandoned when the kind director provided me with a much
more elegant alternative. Unfortunately, every time she is recreated—
she becomes slightly less stable. Still, she has proven very useful to me
over the years.”
“I see,” was all Bryce could say.
Nwarht’s eyes turned toward Rick and Sarah. “I must admit—I
don’t recognize the two of you.”
“Oh, we’re nobodies,” Sarah replied snidely. “Just two dispensable
employees of yours that ended up stranded on the moon.”
“Oh, but of course, now I remember. Mr. Wilkins, your work was
invaluable to me. As was your technical support Ms. Ruben. A sincere
thank you.”
Sarah opened her mouth to make another remark but Nwarht had
turned his attention to David.
“And lastly, my dearest friend—what are you calling yourself these
days?” he asked with a humorless smile.
“I call myself David.”
“David?” Nwarht said incredulously. “You call yourself David?”
Abruptly, he started laughing. “Of course! The king of the Jews.
The ancestor of Jesus. The prophet of Islam.” He continued to laugh,
then suddenly stopped, all humor vanished from his face to be replaced
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“Well, that explains why the human race is so screwed up,” Bryce
said flatly.
“Mawr,” Mo purred, still happily snuggled in Bryce’s arms.
Apparently, the cat was the only one unperturbed by their dire
circumstances.
David looked at Nwarht with a baffled expression. “Are you saying
that you were the only survivor?”
“No David, I was not the only survivor. But I was the only one who
survived long enough to procreate. You see, your highly reliable ship
malfunctioned, upon entering Earth’s atmosphere, and ejected its
occupants in pods scattered throughout what is now Africa. Bad
enough, but you chose the middle of a nasty ice age to deposit us there.
In a place, by the way, that was already inhabited by a particularly
nasty species that did its best to exterminate us.”
“Neanderthals,” Jessica said, more to herself.
“Yes, Ms. Bustos, I know that now. At the time, they were simply
enemies to be defeated before they defeated us. Unfortunately, they
killed all the survivors but me and the woman who bore my children
and became my wife. Eventually they killed her as well, but they paid
for it. The price was their very existence.”
“Wait. You’re responsible for the extinction of the Neanderthals?”
Jessica asked in horror.
“I am.”
“One species isn’t enough for you? Now you have to destroy
humanity and David’s people too? For what? Revenge? You just said it
yourself; we are your children. Why are you so hell-bent on killing us?
To fulfill some—primal impulse?”
Nwarht tilted his head slightly as he looked at Jessica. “My dear,
please do not direct your anger at me. If anyone is to blame, it is your
friend David. This is how they created me—created us. The seeking of
revenge or redemption is part of who I am and who you are. It is how
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we were created.”
Jessica stomped her foot. “That’s a lie and you know it. That excuse
has been used by zealots throughout history to commit atrocities in the
name of God as a justification for their actions. ‘It’s fate, it’s God’s
will, it’s the way we were created.’ Bullshit! It doesn’t matter who
created us or how we were created. We have self-determination and we
are responsible for our actions; not David, not God, not the Great
Pumpkin. So, if you want to disavow your own actions by blaming
David, then by all means. But that makes you nothing but a hypocrite
and a coward. And it makes me feel dirty, that I, and all my friends
here, were spawned by a creature such as you.”
“Great speech, Jess,” Bryce muttered. “The Great Pumpkin?”
“Shut up,” she snapped, her attention focused on Nwarht.
Nwarht looked at Jessica thoughtfully. “Do you know why I did not
kill you when we ran into each other in the library?”
“Oh, enlighten me, please.”
“You show much promise. There is a certain—resemblance—to
someone I loved long ago.”
“I didn’t realize that snakes had the capacity for love.”
“Je-ssi-ca,” Bryce admonished through half-clenched teeth.
“That’s quite all right Mr. Costa. Ms. Bustos is helping me prove
my point. By her own admission, humans repulse her.”
“Not all humans, just you.”
“Really? Is that why you spend most of your time buried in books
in dark libraries? How long had it been since you had been in touch
with your own father? You even avoid that pathetic excuse for a
boyfriend.”
“Hey!” Bryce bristled.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Again, my dear, you are just helping me prove my point.”
While the discourse continued, JW maneuvered his way next to the
major. “Should we try to take them down now?” he whispered. “I can
easily get to Nwarht if you think you can take out that thing behind
him.”
“Not yet. Something tells me there is more going on here than
meets the eye. Besides, we still have no idea where the weapon is or
how to disarm it.”
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“I suppose. Just figured this was our best chance while the
blowhard is pontificating.”
“Maybe. But David seems to think he won’t be able to keep himself
from showing us the weapon, so—”
“We wait?”
“We wait. We listen. We observe. Right now, our best chance is to
exercise some patience.”
“To paraphrase a very funny cartoon I once read about two vultures
sitting on a tree; ‘patience my ass, I’m gonna kill something.”‘
“A fine sentiment. But not yet.”
Nwarht turned his attention their way. “Another unfamiliar face.
And exactly how are you associated with this distinguished group?”
“I guess you could say I crashed the party.”
“I see. Well, I hope Mr—?”
“JW.”
“I hope, JW, that you are not conspiring with the good major there
to attempt some type of coup.”
“Why? You don’t think we can take you?”
Nwarht snorted. “To be honest, I hadn’t given it much thought. You
see, as of approximately three hours ago your actions are
inconsequential. I have armed the weapon and it cannot be deactivated,
not even by me. In approximately 75 minutes, planet Earth will be no
more; and in a few years, my dear David, your planet will be
depopulated as well. Pity about Earth, however, I have become quite
fond of it.”
“So why destroy it?” JW asked pointedly.
“Actually, the Earth itself will be quite all right. There used to be a
comic in the late 20th century who used to make fun of certain peoples’
hubris toward planet Earth. He would mock those who wanted to save
the seals, save the whales, save the snails, save the planet. He would
then point out, in his very unique and colorful language, that the planet
was here billions of years before people and would be here billions of
years after—it did not need saving. So, my dear JW, as you can see,
Earth will be perfectly fine. Eventually life will return, as perhaps will
I, to see how it all turns out.”
“I thought you were going out in a blaze of glory,” JW countered.
“Who knows what the future might bring? But I’m being an
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atrocious host. Would you like to eat or would you prefer to see my
proudest creation? Not that it matters either way.”
“If you’re referring to your machine, we’d love to see it,” Lucas
said pointedly.
“Of course you would, Major Lucas. You’re still holding out some
hope that, somehow, you’ll be able to destroy it. Well then, off we go.”
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there was some way to stop the weapon from detonating. Was his belief
driven by some instinct inspired by his trans-dimensional dreams or
was he simply wishful thinking?
If there was one thing he was sure of though, it was going to be up
to him to snap everyone else out of Nwarht’s spell.
For all their sakes.
:
Nwarht stopped them in front of two massive double doors and
leaned forward to scan his eye on a retinal recognition panel mounted
on the wall.
“I hope it gives you radiation poisoning,” Jessica growled.
Nwarht raised his eyebrows as the doors slid open. “Surely
someone as brilliant as yourself should know a retinal scan cannot
cause such harm Miss Bustos.”
“One can hope,” Jessica muttered as she followed Nwarht into the
chamber beyond the doors.
The others hesitated in the doorway expecting some sort of trap, but
Jessica was so mad she didn’t care. If Nwarht wanted to kill them, she
doubted he would have to stoop to something as elementary as leading
them into an ambush.
An ambush wasn’t what she should have been worried about.
The chamber Nwarht led them into was so massive, it took Jessica a
moment to process that she was still underground. The dull grey
concrete reinforcing the inside of the chamber sloped upward to a
massive hole some 5,000 feet above them. Conduits crisscrossed the
chamber, like spider webs, above four huge tubes that intersected the
cave like a giant X. A sprinkler system, Jessica decided. Nwarht would
be stupid not to have one in place. A few hundred feet up, a small room
with a platform jutted out from the side of the wall.
And arrayed in front of them, suspended in midair, looking for all
the world like a flying army of terra-cotta soldiers, were rows upon
rows of warheads.
Right up until that point, whenever they had mentioned Nwarht’s
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cannon or death ray one might see in a sci-fi movie. Standing next to
the nukes, it was quickly sinking in exactly what was at stake. It felt as
though she was staring into the mouth of hell.
Jessica could tell everyone else was feeling it too. Rick made a
noise like a mouse getting stepped on. Bryce swore under his breath.
David’s face grew even more uneasy.
Only the director gave no visible reaction. Jessica looked sideways
at her father, noting his stony expression as he stared at the arsenal laid
out before him. She could only hope he would be able to hold it
together.
“Impressed?” Nwarht asked, turning to face them. “I must admit it
was quite an undertaking getting this whole thing set up. Quite a few
trial tests elsewhere. Several fatal accidents. A regrettably large number
of workers killed, accidentally and—otherwise. Fortunately, as you can
see, everything is now set up and ready to go. In approximately, ah,
well actually, in exactly one hour, Earth will be in proper astronomical
alignment, and my companies’ satellites will all have moved into orbit
above the Philippines. They are special satellites, of course, designed to
modulate and amplify the EMP pulse into a focused beam which—well
I’m sure David’s told you the rest.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Jessica saw Sarah take a furtive step
toward the weapon closest to her, obviously trying to get a closer look
at it. Jessica wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but for Sarah to find
a way to deactivate the weapons, they had to stay in this room as long
as possible.
Nwarht opened his mouth to say something but Jessica jumped in.
“So, that’s how you plan to direct the EMP pulse?” Jessica said
quickly. “With satellites?”
Nwarht raised his eyebrows. “Yes, Ms. Bustos. One of my
companies constructed special satellites with carbon nanotubes on their
panels to magnify and direct the pulse into space. Surely that should be
obvious?”
Jessica could tell he was trying to goad her, but she refused to let
her temper get out of control. “Aren’t you afraid the beam will lose
cohesion before it reaches David’s planet?”
Nwarht’s eyes narrowed. “You seem quite interested in this Ms.
Bustos.”
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the floor in a heap. Bryce tried to grab the stiletto from her, but
somehow Osaka managed to slash it across his face. The pain almost
caused him to black out.
With an inhuman roar, Osaka kicked Bryce away and yanked Mo
from her face, taking a considerable amount of skin, hair, and part of
her left eye with it. Still screaming, she flung Mo into the wall with a
horrible crunch.
She stood and turned toward Bryce, a terrible expression on her
ruined face. “So,” she hissed. “It was him.”
Bryce looked past her to see Jessica standing on the other side of
the barrier, a horrified look on her face.
“It’s okay Jess,” he called. “You guys got this. Don’t worry about
me. I’ll take care of this bitch.”
Then he turned and ran for his life with Osaka right behind him,
Jessica’s scream following them both down the tunnel.
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Jessica spun around to face Nwarht, her face furious. “What do you
think you’re doing, you maniac?” she shouted. “There was no reason
for you to do that to Bryce!”
“I beg to differ Ms. Bustos,” Nwarht said calmly. “Mr. Costa was a
minor issue that needed solving. And honestly, someone as
sophisticated as you should be able to have better friends.”
“My choices are no concern of yours, you disgusting creature,”
Jessica snarled. Before anyone could stop her, she charged toward
Nwarht.
She never got there. Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her arm and
one of the butlers hurled her bodily to the ground.
From there, everything went straight to hell.
“Get your hands off my daughter,” the director bellowed, tackling
the butler. At the same time, Lucas grabbed a champagne bottle from
the table and struck the other butler across the face with a sickening
thud. The man hit the ground and lay still.
Jessica started to push herself up. Out of the corner of her eye, she
saw a portion of the wall dissolve and two more ‘butlers’ emerge, both
armed with guns. But before they could open fire, Sarah grabbed a
roast turkey from the table and hurled it at them. One of the attackers
went down as the twenty-pound bird connected with his head. In a flash
JW was on top of the remaining henchman. He grabbed the wrist
wielding the weapon, giving it a hard twist. He felt and heard a
satisfying crunch as he broke the other’s wrist, only to have the brute
punch him in the side of the head with his free hand. JW went down
hard. The man aimed his weapon at JW and fired. The gun blew a huge
hole in the floor into the spot JW had occupied, a split second before
back-flipping himself clear of the line of fire onto the table. The man
had just enough time to register a look of disbelief, before Lucas
grabbed him from behind and snapped his neck.
From behind her, Jessica heard her dad grunt in pain. She spun
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around to see him still grappling with another of the henchmen. She
grabbed a carving knife from the table and plunged it into his back. The
man roared with pain and anger as he spun to face Jessica, only to
suddenly find Jessica’s foot planted in his groin.
As he stumbled backward groaning from the pain caused by this
latest assault, the director grabbed the nearest chair and hit him over the
head. The thug hit the floor and lay still.
“Dad,” Jessica breathed, grabbing his good arm to steady him. “Are
you okay?”
“Yes, Jessica, I’m fine. Thank you.”
Jessica almost smiled when a sudden voice stopped her.
“You think you have won I suppose. How very sad.”
Everyone turned toward the voice. Jessica felt her blood turn to ice.
In all the commotion, Nwarht had managed to grab David.
And had a knife pressed to his neck.
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Bryce thought his heart was going to burst by the time he made it
back into the chamber where they had entered the mountain. The crates
still towered above him, and farther up still, the crane stood silent and
ominous, like a giant mantis watching the unfolding events uncaringly.
Bryce’s face hurt from where the knife had cut him and he could
barely breathe. But he knew if he stopped to catch his breath, he’d
probably be minus his head in a matter of seconds.
From behind him, he heard the sharp click of Osaka’s heels on the
stone floor and dove behind one of the boxes.
“So, my dear Bryce,” her voice rang out through the chamber.
“Here we are again. It’s quite fitting don’t you think?”
Bryce peeked around the corner of his hiding place. Osaka was
stalking around the room, twirling her stiletto in one hand. From where
she was, she couldn’t see him, but another few seconds and he’d be in
plain view.
Bryce’s first impulse was to keep scuttling from one pile of crates
to another, but he knew it wouldn’t accomplish anything. He had to get
rid of her once and for all.
Nwarht had said that each time Osaka died, he could just create a
new version of her, albeit a less stable one. Hopefully, if she died again,
and then Nwarht was taken care of, there wouldn’t be anyone left who
could pop out another copy. Not since the Ford Pinto had a make and
model been in such dire need of retirement.
An uneasy thought crossed Bryce’s mind. If he remembered right,
Nwarht had said something about Osaka being some kind of test run for
an experiment. What had that been about?
Whatever the case, Bryce couldn’t worry about that now. Osaka
was almost around the crates.
Bryce realized that he would more than likely die here. But if that
was the case, he wasn’t about to let this misbegotten Xerox copy get in
the way of Jessica and the others stopping Nwarht’s plan.
Just as Osaka rounded the crates, Bryce shoved them over on top of
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her.
Unfortunately, the crates were empty and didn’t have much weight
behind them. It didn’t take her long to push the crates off and renew her
chase. By then, however, Bryce was already scrambling for the next
group.
“Keep running,” Osaka’s voice said as she followed him. “Your
death will be much more fun this way.”
Desperately, he knocked some more crates into her path. Out of the
corner of his eye Bryce saw them hit the ground and shatter, and he
could have sworn he saw what looked like human organs spill out onto
the ground.
At the far end of the chamber, Bryce saw a small rectangle of light
coming from the wall, and he realized there was another room there.
Not even daring to look over his shoulder, he ran toward the light.
Shoving the door open, Bryce found himself in a completely
different place. The walls were lined with blinking red lights and the
floor was solid steel. Bryce realized it was an airplane hangar.
In the middle of the room sat two large crafts—one that Bryce
recognized as some sort of modified Gulfstream and another that
looked like a golf ball that had been cut in half. The Gulfstream was
sealed shut, but the other ship had a ramp leading up inside. Knowing
Osaka was seconds behind him, Bryce made a run for the golf-ball
ship.
Once inside, Bryce felt his hairs stand on end. The entire ship
smelled sterile, like a hospital. A low frequency hum reverberated
through the walls, giving him goose bumps as well.
Bryce hoped there would be weapon he could use against Osaka in
here, but he didn’t know if he had enough time to look. He yanked
open the door to a room and stumbled inside.
For a few seconds, Bryce stood frozen in the doorway, his jaw slack
with horror.
The room was dark except for a single red light toward the back,
casting an eerie glow and illuminating the various human appendages
laid out on two tables on either side of the room. In the middle of the
floor rose a glass tank, filled with a dark liquid. Floating inside was a
body.
An exact replica of Nwarht.
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The room had gone completely quiet. The only thing Jessica could
hear was her pulse beating in her temples.
“Did you honestly think this could end any other way?” Nwarht’s
icy voice said into the silence. “I’ve planned for this moment for five
centuries. Once my memories returned to me, I knew the path I had to
take. Absolutely nothing can stop me. Not David, and certainly not
you.”
Nobody moved. Jessica couldn’t tell if it was from fear or shock or
horror. Just as she couldn’t tell what she was feeling as she stepped
forward. “Is this really how it ends?” she said, amazed her voice wasn’t
shaking. “This is where your story finishes?”
Nwarht’s black eyes bored into hers. “It’s too late Ms. Bustos. This
story has already reached its conclusion. It is best that you resign
yourself to that fact now.”
“How can I, when it’s such a pathetic anecdote?”
Nwarht’s knuckles whitened as he increased his grip on the dagger,
pressing it tighter against David’s throat. “What?”
“All this time, the only thing you’ve thought about was getting the
retribution you thought you deserved. But where does that end? Your
entire life you’ve felt cheated, bitter, and angry. For thirty thousand
years you’ve allowed hate to consume you. Know what I call that? A
waste. Think of everything you could have accomplished. You could
have done greater things than anyone could even imagine. Look at what
you’ve accomplished on your own. You could have helped humanity
attain a greater sense of who and what they are; made this world better.
Helped people. But you wasted that chance, because the only thing you
have ever done was look backwards, not forward. So tell me, was it
worth it?”
Even as she said it, Jessica felt something fill the air. And as she
looked directly into David’s eyes, and found nothing but peace there,
she thought she heard a voice whisper in her ear.
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Perhaps it was.
“NO!” she screamed, but it was almost like there was no sound.
David thrust his head forward as hard as he could, driving Nwarht’s
knife deep into his throat. He then quickly pulled his head back,
leaving the gash exposed, spraying arterial blood directly onto
Nwarht’s face. Nwarht tried pulling away from David, instinctively
sensing danger, but David held on tight to his arms. They stumbled
backwards in a macabre dance before falling, with David sprawled on
top of Nwarht.
Nwarht opened his mouth and tried to speak, but the toxins from
David’s blood were already paralyzing his body and his throat was
starting to close. The knife fell out of his hands and terror swept
through him, not fear from impending death, but from the realization
that his plan might be thwarted by a group of…nobodies. He lay back
down, gasping for air.
Through the sudden haze in her vision, Jessica saw JW rush to
David’s side. She tried to move but her feet felt like lead. All she could
do was watch.
JW frantically tore off part of his shirt and wrapped it around the
wound on David’s neck. David attempted to say something, but JW
couldn’t quite make it out. He gently lifted David’s head to hear what
he was trying to say.
“Thank you for being my friend,” David whispered in his ear. “By
this touch, you are now part of the Scaeva. Goodbye JW.” He closed
his eyes as a gentle sigh escaped his lips.
JW looked into David’s peaceful face. As tears started welling up in
his eyes, he carefully laid David’s head back down on the floor. He
closed David’s eyes, and gently placed the shirt over his face.
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her. She seemed to still be alive, but to his horror it looked like her
body was dissolving, as though the liquid really had been acid. Her
features were ruined; now just a hideous, misshapen face, some
monstrosity straight out of the worst horror movies Bryce had ever
seen.
Osaka smiled grotesquely, and spoke in a strange rasping voice.
“Beware messiah, for your victory will be short lived.” As Bryce
watched, her body continued to dissolve, until all that was left of Osaka
was a blood-stained stiletto and a pair of red high heels.
Although he should have felt elated by his victory, Bryce felt
nothing but sorrow, realizing that this poor soulless creature had not
asked for any of this. She was simply a pawn, endlessly recycled to
take part in some game Bryce was only now beginning to comprehend.
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Jessica realized there was blood in her eyes, but she hardly noticed.
She and the others stood in loose semi-circle, staring down at David’s
body.
“I don’t mean to be insensitive,” Sarah spoke into the silence. “But
should we be this close to him? Plus, we still have a really big problem.
Without Nwarht to open the doors, how are we going to get back into
the chamber to disarm those bombs?”
Still kneeling next to David, JW stirred, his eyes red from tears.
“We’re immune. David made sure of that.”
Before anyone could react, he reached down and grabbed Nwarht’s
body by the belt, picking him up as though he were a giant duffle bag.
“Let’s go,” he commanded.
Everyone tried to keep up with him as he raced down the long
corridor leading to the cave’s entrance. When they reached the giant
doors, he pulled Nwarht’s head back and jammed his head against the
optical scanner. As the massive doors swung open to reveal the same
frightening scene they had seen earlier, JW briefly lifted Nwarht over
his head, as though contemplating throwing him over the side, before
unceremoniously dumping the body on the floor.
“I thought these new scanners only worked if the person was still
alive,” Jessica murmured distantly, as she followed the others into the
chamber.
“Ms. Ruben,” the director said. “I saw you inspecting this array of
death while my verbose daughter had Nwarht distracted. Is there any
way to disarm this thing?”
Sarah grabbed a guardrail and leaned out to peer at the weapons
hanging magically in midair. “I don’t know, so many variables. As near
as I can tell, they’re not physically linked. I don’t see any wiring
between them. They could be linked wirelessly through some type of
Wi-Fi, but I doubt he would risk that, given how many things can
disrupt wireless signals. Since the success of the weapon is predicated
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temperature constant.”
Lucas frowned up at the pipes. “And is that important?”
“If Sarah is right and the success of this weapon depends on
synchronous detonation, the clocks inside these things have to function
perfectly. But, even though Nwarht seems to have spared no expense
reinforcing the inside of this caldera, it’s still a caldera.”
“Meaning—?”
“Meaning, that there is still a great deal of heat radiating from
inside the volcano, not to mention the greenhouse effect caused by the
graphene enclosure he installed at the top of the volcano to keep out the
elements. Both of those would cause a substantial amount of thermal
differentiation.”
The director frowned. “Forgive me, I don’t believe I follow.”
“Well, basically warm air rises, as it does it cools, then sinks and so
forth. This would cause some significant temperature variations in the
weapons closer to the top of the caldera versus the ones closer to the
bottom.”
“You’re right!” Sarah exclaimed. “The temperature differential
might be enough to throw off the timing of the detonation.”
JW scratched his head. “Now I don’t get it.”
“No time to explain,” Sarah answered excitedly. “It’s just the nature
of atomic clocks. They only work perfectly in a very narrow
temperature range.”
“How does this help us?”
And then suddenly it clicked in Jessica’s head. “Simple. We figure
out a way to cool the nukes while keeping one of them warmer, it goes
boom before the others, and vaporizes them before they detonate.”
Lucas raised his eyebrows. “Will that even work?”
“Theoretically,” the director responded without much enthusiasm.
“All right then, let’s get to it,” Lucas said with a slight frown.
“Unless you have some sort of objection sir?”
“Even if it works, it still means that a nuclear weapon is going to
detonate and destroy thousands of other nuclear weapons full of
radioactive material, which will scatter throughout thousands of miles.
It will be the mother of all dirty bombs. Hundreds of thousands, if not
millions of people, are still going to die.”
“What choice do we have?” Sarah asked a little defensively.
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“All right, all right,” Lucas said. “We don’t have much time and I
suspect we have a lot to accomplish. Rick, Sarah, how do we do this?”
Sarah gestured toward the weapons. “First, we need to insulate one
of the nukes. Second, we release as much of the liquid nitrogen as we
can. Third, we run like bats-out-of-hell.”
Rick looked around. “Jessica is that a down vest you’re wearing?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Really?” JW asked. “Who wears a down vest in the tropics?”
“I get cold easy, all right?”
“It’ll be perfect for the nuke. We’ll use it as a first layer, and then
we’ll wrap it with whatever else we can find around here that will give
it further insulation. We can use belts to wrap everything nice and snug
around it. Heck, we’ll get naked if we have to.”
“Yeah, well, let’s not,” JW muttered.
Lucas was already taking off his military fatigues. “This isn’t the
time for modesty people. Come on, whatever extra clothes you have,
get them off now.”
“Guys its fine,” Rick said quickly. “Lucas’ military stuff, Jessica’s
jacket—director I’m going to need your coat. Let me see—given the
surface area and temperature—this’ll work, I think. Oh, Sarah, I need
you to take your shirt off please.”
Sarah gave a slight snort of amusement at Rick’s obviously
oblivious statement, but started unbuttoning her shirt anyway.
Jessica was handing Rick her jacket when a sudden thought struck
her like lightning. “Oh my god! Bryce! I can’t believe we forgot about
Bryce!” She started to run back toward the exit but the director stopped
her.
“Jess, wait a minute. We need you here to help stop this thing. Go
with Sarah to that control room and find a way to release the nitrogen.
The major and I will backtrack to make sure Nwarht doesn’t have some
more cronies lurking around in here. We’ll find Bryce.”
Jessica heard the unspoken words in that statement. So you won’t
have to.
“Fine,” she muttered. “Come on Sarah, let’s go.” Turning on her
heel she stalked off down the walkway.
“JW, help Rick insulate one of these nukes. We’ll secure an escape
route and be back as soon as we can. Good luck everyone.”
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Together, the director and Lucas headed out of the chamber. Sarah
threw Rick an inscrutable look, then headed at a brisk jog after Jessica,
leaving Rick and JW alone.
“So,” JW said humorlessly, picking up the pile of clothes. “How
exactly does one dress a nuke?”
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has to have her secrets. I just have a weird ability to see number
patterns. I’ll explain later. Come on, there’s some liquid nitrogen that
needs releasing.”
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The director followed his line of sight and realized what the major
was talking about.
The double doors they had come through were closed.
A cold feeling settled in the director’s stomach. “No. That’s not
good at all.” Lucas put his eye up to the retinal scanner. Nothing
happened. “Well, at least now I know I wasn’t hearing things. Someone
did close this door. And as far as I know, the only person who can open
it is on the other side of it, quite dead.”
“Unless he’s not,” Bustos said uneasily.
“You don’t think David’s toxin worked?”
“Who knows? After all, the guy has lived for some 30,000 years.
Regardless, we have to figure out a way to get in there. Because if he is
dead and the doors just closed on their own, Jessica and the others are
trapped in there. And if he’s not dead—”
“Then they are in serious trouble,” Lucas finished.
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Bryce burst out of a tunnel and almost ran right off the walkway.
After exiting the ship, he’d tried to go back the way he’d come,
only to find the tunnel he’d first come through gone. After searching
the entrance chamber, he’d found another tunnel. Unsure of how things
were going with the others, he’d run as fast as he could to try and find
them.
The passage had spit him out back in the weapons chamber, a few
yards away from the massive blast doors they’d come through the first
time.
Frantically Bryce looked around, but none of the others were
anywhere to be seen. Could Nwarht have killed them all already?
But there was no way, he decided. It wasn’t possible. They were all
alive. Somehow, they all had to be alive.
Even as that thought crossed his mind, Bryce suddenly felt a
presence. As he began to turn something struck him in the back of the
head, hard. He slammed into the guardrail and fell to the ground, his
vision turning red.
Someone grabbed him from behind and lifted him into the air. And
then he was falling toward the ground, thousands of feet below.
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JW grabbed the handrail, and looked down, then almost fell over
himself when he saw who it was. “Bryce?”
“Bryce?” Rick gasped, leaning over the railing for a look. “Bryce
what are you doing down there?”
“Oh, you know,” Bryce called back, his voice hoarse. “Just hanging
around. And while we’re at it, why the hell are the two of you
wandering around in your underwear?”
“Long story. Come on we need to get you out.”
“Yeah, about that, you should know that we aren’t alone in here.
Someone threw me off the platform.”
JW frowned at Rick. “What? Who? The crazy bitch that was
chasing you?”
“No, I’m pretty sure she’s dead.”
“Okay? Well then, who was it? And where did this mysterious
assailant go?”
“Not sure. I was too busy falling.”
Rick was looking up at the observation gallery, his face rigid. “I
think I know. The only place that makes sense.”
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Jessica.
Jessica froze in the middle of inspecting some of the papers lying
around the room. “Did you say something Sarah?”
“What?” Sarah asked irritably, not taking her eyes off her work.
“No.”
Jessica frowned. She was sure she had heard someone say her
name, quite insistently too. And it sounded like…
Jessica glanced quickly around the observation room. But there was
no one else there, other than Sarah who was under the computer
stations with a screwdriver trying to unbolt the plate to the control
panel.
Jessica shivered. She couldn’t have been imaging things, could she?
But then, who had spoken?
There was a loud clang and a muffled curse from Sarah. “Got it,”
she said, standing up from under the table. “Let’s get that nitrogen
flowing and then get the hell out of here.”
Jessica didn’t respond, straining her ears and listening, but the
voice didn’t speak again.
Shaking it off, Jessica walked over behind Sarah to see what she
was doing. As she did, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the
corner of her eye.
Jessica whipped her head around to look, but all she saw was the
dull grey sheen of the elevator doors.
“Hey Sarah?” she said nervously, as an uneasy feeling wormed its
way into the back of her mind. “I don’t mean to rush you, but
something tells me we should be getting out of here.”
“I know, I know,” Sarah said distractedly, her fingers flying across
the keyboard. “Let me just set a timer so we have enough of a window
to get out—”
And suddenly the nagging thought in the back of Jessica’s mind
became crystal clear.
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The deafening silence filling the control room was almost palpable.
Jessica couldn’t even hear the hum of the computers, or the sound of
her breaths, or the thudding of her heart. She could only focus on the
man standing in front of her, as she tried to grasp the impossibility of
the situation.
Nwarht’s black eyes seemed to gleam under the glow of the
fluorescent lights overhead. His necklace was gone, and with it, the last
lingering guise he had been using. Gone was the casual street garb they
had seen all this time. In its place was a crisp, military uniform, as pure
black as his eyes. A long scar ran across one side of his face, cutting
into the short, neatly trimmed hair that was so different from the style
she’d seen that night in the library of UNLV. Somewhere in the back of
her mind, Jessica knew she was seeing Nwarht as he had been 35,000
years ago, a military commander ready for battle. And death.
“How?” was all she could manage.
“I would have thought you could have figured it out by now,”
Nwarht said, his voice cold and steely, completely changed from the
cultured and suave tone Jessica had become accustomed to hearing. “In
life, there are no guarantees, and nothing left to chance. I plan for all
contingencies. That is simply what I do. I anticipated that David might
attempt to use the Mave toxin to do me in—quite clever of him,
actually. But it was one of my contingencies. Unfortunately, without
knowing the exact chemical composition of the toxin, I had to
synthesize an antidote by comparing it to similar plants on Earth.
Almost didn’t work. In the end, however, it worked well enough to not
only keep me alive, but also to make it appear as though I was dead.
Although for a moment I was certain that JW was about to chuck me
over the railing.”
“Too bad he didn’t.”
“Too bad indeed. And since your boyfriend has failed you, as well,
it’s time to end this.”
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“Bryce,” Jessica said through her suddenly parched lips. “What did
you do to him?”
“Nothing really, although I assume in a matter of minutes he’ll be
splattered into a multicolored pastel all over the floor of this volcano.”
“You…you disgusting—”
“Save your words Ms. Bustos,” Nwarht cut her off sharply. “I have
no time for them.”
He stepped forward. “Now get away from that computer, Ms.
Ruben. Your little scheme ends here. Creative though it might be, it
will not work. Even if I have to die here, you will not stop my weapon
from detonating.”
Sarah returned his cold smile, but made no move to leave the
computer. “How terribly brave of you. I thought you planned to die
here. Now that doesn’t seem to be the case. I wonder why?”
“Perhaps I did plan on not dying here, but instead decided I wanted
to witness the final, inevitable death of your dear David’s world. But in
war, one needs to do whatever is necessary to insure victory, even if it
means dying for that victory.”
“You’re such a master of rationalization,” Jessica bit out, stepping
in front of him to block his way. “But above all you’re a complete
assho—”
“Really now, Ms. Bustos. I’m sure your father raised you with
better manners than that.”
“What would you know about how my father raised me, you
sanctimonious scumbag?”
“Actually, I know a great deal about your family. Your father. Your
mother. Your brother.”
“My brother? What the hell does my brother have to do with any of
this?”
“Sadly, it no longer matters. Now stand aside. Both of you.”
“Sorry—not going to happen,” Sarah said, her voice hard. “You
want us to stop? Then stop us yourself.”
Nwarht smiled thinly. “As you wish.”
He threw Jessica a sarcastic glare. “Any last words Ms. Bustos?
Surely you have something worthwhile to say before you die.”
“You still haven’t answered my question,” Jessica growled, any fear
she had felt before completely gone. She spat each word out like a
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gunshot. “What—does—my—brother—have—to—do—with—this?”
Nwarht snorted. “For reasons that I don’t really understand, your
brother was on to me. He knew about me and I couldn’t figure out why.
So, I had one of the Chinese missiles malfunction, and oops, no more
Paul Bustos. No more Kansas City either, but—” he shrugged his
shoulders.
As Nwarht’s words registered, Jessica’s mind suddenly went blank
with rage. She flung herself at him, but Nwarht easily sidestepped,
hitting her with a spinning hammer fist strike to the temple as she went
barreling by. But the movement had shifted his focus and that was all
the distraction Sarah needed. Grabbing the screwdriver off the table,
she lunged forward and impaled it in Nwarht’s neck.
Nwarht roared and backhanded her, sending Sarah crashing over a
table.
Snarling, Nwarht yanked the screwdriver out of his neck, blood
gushing from the wound. He turned toward Sarah but Jessica jumped
on him from behind, sending him face-first onto the control console.
Nwarht cursed in some language Jessica couldn’t understand. Before
she could react, he grabbed her by the hair and tossed her to the side.
She hit the ground so hard she almost blacked out.
Nwarht started to push himself up, but by that time, Sarah had
recovered. Grabbing a chair, she slammed it into the back of Nwarht’s
head, smashing his face into the console so hard that the panels
exploded.
Somehow, Nwarht twisted around and kicked Sarah in the stomach.
She flew backward and knocked her head against the wall, slumped to
the ground and lay still.
Nwarht turned around just as Jessica rose, his face twisted with
hatred. The left side of his face looked like an undercooked steak and
patches of his hair were charred and smoking. Jessica decided she
probably didn’t look so good herself. Her head throbbed from Nwarht’s
punch, her right arm felt numb and her chest hurt so badly that she
suspected she had some broken ribs. But she was so charged with fury
and adrenaline that it barely registered.
In that moment, it was impossible to determine which of them was
more consumed with rage.
Nwarht flicked his sleeve, sliding a small switchblade into his hand.
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“And this is where it ends, Ms. Bustos. Your final chapter is about to be
written. If you’re so convinced of your moral high ground, show me
what you are fighting for. Your ideals? Your friends? Maybe your dear
David, who died in vain trying in his pathetic way to stop me. Or
perhaps even your mother? After all, technically at least, I killed her as
well. So, which is it Jessica? Show me right now.”
In response, Jessica screamed and charged. Nwarht smiled
triumphantly. But as he raised his knife, something flickered across his
field of vision and he hesitated a moment too long.
With all her momentum behind her, Jessica tackled Nwarht,
knocking him back and slamming him into the guardrail at the edge of
the observation platform. The void yawned beneath them, as though
waiting to receive the vanquished.
Nwarht slashed at her with his knife. Jessica caught his arm as the
knife grazed her shoulder. Nwarht growled and tried to pull free, but
with a fading burst of adrenaline, Jessica pushed forward, until they
were deadlocked with the knife between them.
For a long moment, time stood still.
Jessica locked eyes with Nwarht. “This is for my mother you sick
son-of-a-bitch,” she whispered. Still holding his arm, she activated her
tasers.
Nwarht screeched as the electricity arced through his body. He tried
to pull away, but the million volts Jessica had unleashed destroyed his
motor abilities. With a last burst of strength, Jessica let go and executed
a perfect double jump kick, sending him over the guardrail.
Nwarht screamed in anger as he fell.
Then he hit the ground several thousand feet below.
“Let’s see you plan for that,” Jessica murmured.
Then she crumpled to the floor.
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Although he was aware it was futile, the director banged his fist
against the blast doors.
Behind him, he heard Lucas run up to him. “I can’t find another
way in there. And my mind may be playing trick on me but it seems
like some of the doors are appearing and disappearing. This place is so
big we risk getting lost too easily.”
“We have to get back in there,” the director growled.
“Director, I understand, but you saw how thick those doors are.
We’re not getting back in there that way.”
Lucas thought for a second. “The top of the volcano,” he said
suddenly. “It’s the only way.”
“There’s no time to climb up the side of the mountain,” the director
protested.
“We don’t have to. We have Plan B.”
The director was perplexed for a moment. “Right, David’s ship. I’d
almost forgotten.”
They returned to the dining chamber. Lucas nodded to where David
still lay on the ground. “We have to take him,” he said quietly.
Lucas went over to David’s body and lifted him gently onto his
shoulders.
As they turned to leave, a pathetic attempt at a meow came from
behind them.
A severely injured Mo attempted to drag himself across the floor,
his hind legs either badly sprained or broken. He was missing several
chunks of fur and one eye was closed.
Silently, the director gingerly picked up the cat, being careful not to
injure it further. Mo looked up at him and began to purr, before
promptly falling asleep.
The director nodded at Lucas, and together they ran as fast as they
could down the tunnels.
The mag-lev carts were right where they left them. The major lay
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activated the control panel and they went rocketing down the mountain.
:
The carts burst into the bright midday sunlight, slowed, and came to
a stop at the exact spot where they had first boarded.
“Now what?” the director said.
Lucas pulled out his phone and punched a few buttons. “Now we
wait.”
Even as he said it, Lucas could sense that something had changed.
A moment later, David’s ship materialized a dozen feet above their
heads.
“How did he die?”
“Nwarht,” Lucas responded to Gerty’s inquiry. “He killed him.”
“Then his mission was successful?”
“Not yet,” the director said grimly. “You have to get us inside the
volcano or his death will have been for nothing.”
Seconds later, they were inside the ship. Lucas gently lay David’s
body down on the floor of the ship, as the director did the same to Mo,
who, already looking much healthier, limped over to lay under a chair.
“Please remove all of his apparel.”
Lucas and the director did so with great care, all the while being
aware of the precariousness of their time situation. Once they were
finished, they stood up and took a couple of steps back.
Nothing seemed to happen for a few moments, suddenly the floor
around David’s body started to liquefy. Tendrils started to rise from the
liquid pool beneath David’s body and began enveloping him. Soon a
grayish liquid covered his body and a few seconds later it had
completely dissolved.
“What on earth?” the director said. “What happened?”
“David is now part of this ship and once we return to our world,
this ship will once again become part of it, as will David. He will be at
peace. Now, we must complete what he started.”
The ship began to move, picking up speed as it raced toward the top
of the mountain.
From under a chair the cat let out a satisfying “mrow.”
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other assorted internal injuries. The pain was beginning to really assert
itself as the adrenaline wore off. He grabbed JW around the neck and
carefully climbed on to his broad, muscled back, wrapping his legs
around his waist. He almost let go as the excruciating pain from his ribs
shot though his body, but managed to hang on. “This is going to hurt,”
he grumbled.
JW carefully looked up at the walkway and calculated the distance.
Without Bryce on his back, no problem. With Bryce—?
Bryce looked up as JW started to crouch. “Dude, no. I don’t care
what enhancements David gave you. There is no way you can make
that with me on your back.”
JW felt the pressure from Bryce’s arms around his neck lessen
slightly.
“Don’t you dare let go Costa or…or….”
“Or what?”
“Or Jessica is mine,” he blurted out.
For some reason, that struck Bryce as incredibly funny. He started
laughing, which his ribs immediately reminded him was not a good
idea.
“Oh man, I can’t do that to you,” he said, increasing his grip around
JW’s neck. “All right, do it before I change my mind.”
Smiling humorlessly to himself, JW crouched down and leapt for
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Sarah felt someone gently shaking her. As she slowly opened her
eyes, she took a mental pain inventory of her body, to ascertain which
parts were currently injury free. None, she decided. An image flashed
through her mind—the terrifying sensation of Nwarht’s hand on her
shoulder shaking her awake. Instead, she opened her eyes to the
bloodied, badly bruised face of Jessica.
“Damn you,” she muttered. “How can anyone be as messed up as
you and still look so good?”
“Good genes,” Jessica responded, helping her to her feet.
“Nwarht?”
“He had to drop in somewhere. He had an appointment in hell.”
“You are one tough lady—I’ll give you that.”
“Can’t take all the credit. That screwdriver to the neck took a lot
out of him.”
“Come on, let’s get the hell out of here.”
With Jessica’s help, they hobbled over to the elevator. Jessica
punched in the code, but nothing happened. “You have got to be
kidding me.”
“Oh no,” Sarah breathed. “It can’t mean—quick, help me to the
control panel!”
Sarah groaned as soon as they got close. “No, no no NO! Damn it!
It’s all fried!”
“Um, why would the elevator be on the same frame as the
computer?”
“How should I know?” Sarah said, poking at the keyboard.
“Because life is freaking unfair, that’s why.”
“Can you fix it?”
“Not in the time we have left.”
“What do you need to fix it?”
“It’s shorted out, so some power would be nice. And then a way to
re-route the wiring.”
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“Who the hell closed the door?” Rick asked in horror, staring at the
massive blast doors locked solidly in place, as though mocking them.
JW closed his eyes, trying not to scream. They were so close, and
yet, impossibly, so far away.
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The ship hovered silently over the mouth of the volcano. Lucas and
the director looked down through the transparent floor of the ship, into
the cavern and the massive array of nuclear weapons far below.
“Can we go down into the caldera?” the director asked uncertainly.
“There is an obstruction covering the opening.”
“Can you disable it?”
“Negative. This ship does not have any offensive weaponry.”
“Maybe not, but I do,” the director said, pulling the plasma gun
from his hip. “If you can get me down to the rim, I can blast it open.”
The director pulled out the blaster only to have Lucas take it from
his hands. “With all due respect sir, my primary mission is still to
protect you. So, if it’s all the same—”
“It’s not all the same to me, major. This mess is my responsibility
and I plan on finishing it, one way or another.”
“Perhaps. But I have to insist. Gertrude, can you tell what type of
shield is covering the opening?”
“It appears to be some form of translucent graphite, fortified by an
electric grid.”
“Could this weapon blast a hole through it?”
“Uncertain.”
“Reassuring,” Lucas grunted. “Okay, put me down on the rim.”
The director stepped in front of him. “Major, I could order you to
stand down.”
“You could. But if you do, you know perfectly well that you will
have to bring me up on charges. I think you know a failure-to-comply
isn’t going to discourage me.”
The director sighed unhappily, but backed away. “You realize we
will have to discuss your actions later?”
“Director, there is nothing that I would like better, because that will
mean that there is a later. Right now, that’s not a given.”
A few moments later, Lucas was standing on the edge of the caldera
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JW pressed his palms against the blast doors and tried as hard as he
could to force the doors open. They didn’t budge. “Damn it! If I had
some kind of grip, I bet I could pry these open.”
A barely conscious Bryce shook his head, from where he was
leaning on Rick. “Look dude, you may be Superman, but even you ain’t
gonna open those anytime soon. There must be an easier way out of
here. Down?”
Rick shook his head. “Even if we could climb down, I seriously
doubt there’s an open door waiting for us.”
“They haven’t released the nitrogen yet though. Do you think—?”
“They’re fine,” JW assured him. “I guarantee it. Huh…is that—?”
A faraway explosion suddenly boomed through the chamber. Rick
and Bryce both jumped. “What the hell?”
“It’s all right guys,” JW grinned. “I’m not a hundred percent sure,
but I think Major Lucas is up there on the rim. And he just blasted the
cover off the top of this thing. That, gentlemen, is going to be our way
out.”
“I don’t see how,” Bryce said. “The top is several thousand feet up.
You could probably hop from one nuke to the other and get near the
top, but even then the uppermost row is still a few hundred feet from
the rim.”
“Once we get to the top, the ship can elevator us up,” JW explained.
“You think the ship is up there?”
“Just how many blows to the head did you take man? How else
would Lucas have gotten up there?”
“Oh, true,” Bryce said. “But that still doesn’t answer how we get to
the top. Even if you piggyback us up one at a time, a gargantuan feat
even for you, I seriously doubt there is enough time to even get one of
us up there, much less both. And let’s not forget about Sarah and Jess—
you gonna get them also?”
“Shit!”
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The director was pacing anxiously by the time Lucas made it back
onto the ship. “It’s all clear now Gertrude, take us down.”
“I am sorry Mr. Lucas; I am unable to comply.”
Lucas had a momentary flashback to a science fiction movie he had
seen as a kid, about a rogue computer on an early 21st century
spaceship that refused to obey the crew and decided to kill them
instead.
“And why not?”
“Insufficient maneuvering room.”
Looking down, Lucas realized how little room there was between
the walls of the volcano and the outermost nukes. “Goddammit!”
“How about the elevator?” the director suggested. “Can you
teleport them out?”
“Negative. The electro-magnetic interference from the energy
beams holding the weapons in suspension would interfere with the lift’s
energy, causing a 95% probability of catastrophic—”
“For the love of Christ, do you have a rope? A bungee cord?
Anything?”
“Major—”
“How can we be so close and not be able to do anything to get them
out of there?”
The director closed his eyes. “How much time do we have
Gertrude?”
“Approximately 3 minutes. I detect a significant drop in
temperature inside the structure as well.”
The director smiled halfheartedly. “Well Major, if it’s any
consolation it appears the ladies managed to save humanity. If nothing
else.”
“There appears to be an active communication device in the
proximity of Miss Ruben and Miss Bustos.”
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The director shook his head. “The least I can do is say goodbye.
Can you access it?”
“Affirmative.”
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“Hi Jess. Can you hear me?”
The disembodied sound of her father’s voice made Jessica jump.
She was sitting with her back against the wall, huddled close to Sarah,
trying to stay as warm as possible.
“Dad, is that you? Where are you?”
“We’re up in David’s ship. Gertrude tapped into your phone so we
could talk to you.”
“Can you come and get us?”
For a moment the director was unable to speak as his throat locked
up. “Not yet. There’s no room to maneuver the ship and the lift won’t
function properly in there with all the magnetic interference. If we can’t
figure something else out soon, we’ll just give the lift a try and hope for
the best.”
“Dad. Get yourself and the ship out of here. No reason for you to
die as well. We activated the nitrogen, so at least you and the major can
live. Sometimes life deals you a crappy hand dad—deal with it. You
told me that, remember?”
The director had to work hard to keep the tears from coming to his
eyes.
“Jess, I couldn’t be any prouder of you than I am right now. I don’t
want you to think that you were ever a mistake. You’re the best thing
that ever happened to me. As for leaving, it’s not going to happen. The
major can take the ship and go. I plan on staying right here with you
until the end. If you have to die, you’re not going to die alone.”
“Dad,” she whimpered, knowing that nothing she could say would
change his mind. “You have to. Besides, I’m not alone—” she was
interrupted by a very loud alarm. Moments later, the bombs started
moving toward the center of the caldera.
So, this is how it ends, she thought.
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“Rick, any idea what that’s all about?” Bryce asked as the three of
them stared in awe at the surreal scene of thousands of nuclear bombs
floating on air, suddenly moving towards each other.
“It makes sense. Now that maintenance is no longer an issue, the
final phase is to move them as close to each other as physically
possible. That way the distance between them is minimized so all the
weapons can truly detonate as one giant weapon. Quite brilliant.”
“Well, I for one am quite ecstatic at the plan’s brilliance,” Bryce
grumbled.
“Yeah, Rick. What’s with the grin? Have you gone nuts?”
Rick shook his head. “Don’t you see, boys? In his brilliance,
Nwarht has saved us. We’re going home.”
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“Gertrude, any idea what’s happening down there?” Lucas asked as
he watched the bombs beginning to drift together far below.
“Insufficient data.”
“It doesn’t matter,” the director said suddenly. “The correct
question is—do you have enough maneuvering room?”
“At the current rate of motion of the below objects, there will be
enough space to maneuver the ship into the caldera in approximately
20 seconds.”
“All right then, listen very carefully. Move into the optimal position
to extract Jessica and Sarah as soon as you calculate that it is safe to do
so. Then immediately move in for extraction of JW, Bryce, and Rick.”
“Acknowledged.”
Moments later the ship descended rapidly into the caldera, stopping
inches from the platform. The ship did not bother to use the elevator
apparatus on Jessica and Sarah. Because of their proximity, it simply
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created a vacuum and pulled them straight through the ship’s skin while
simultaneously extracting JW, Bryce and Rick with the elevator.
The girls came flying through the skin of the ship and landed in a
heap on the floor. A moment later, the boys materialized on the bridge
of the ship, looking slightly disoriented. It happened so fast everyone
was momentarily left speechless.
Lucas recovered first. “Gertrude, get us the hell out of this place!”
Everyone was thrown to the floor as the ship raced out of the
mountain, toward the brilliant blue of the sky above.
:
The ship was 100 miles away when the unreinforced upper portion
of Mount Mayon was completely blown off by the explosion. Everyone
watched in horrified fascination as a giant mushroom cloud ascended
toward the heavens.
“Dear god,” Jessica said, pushing herself up off the floor. “Did we
fail?”
“No Jessica, we didn’t,” the director said quietly. “But it seems a
hollow victory nevertheless.”
“How many people do you think will die?” Sarah asked into the
stony silence.
“Hard to say. The force of the blast was mostly directed upward and
the area around the volcano was already sparsely populated because of
the volcanic eruption a couple of decades ago. Still, it could be
thousands of immediate casualties and, depending on the prevailing
winds, tens of thousands from radiation poisoning in the coming days
and weeks.”
They all stood staring silently at the cloud as it continued to rise.
After several minutes, it began to dissipate and lose its morbid beauty.
“Gerty, take us home,” JW said.
“Sorry JW, unclear as to destination.”
They all looked at each other, no one knowing how to respond,
equally unclear as to what the word home meant to any of them.
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The bright city lights glimmering in the darkness had always been
comforting to her; a feeling of peace and security the modern world had
to offer.
That was before. Now, all Jessica saw was a fragile expanse of
vulnerability, a network of technology that could be wiped out in the
blink of an eye.
Deep inside, she knew that she would never be able to go back to
having a normal life.
Behind her, the bedroom door opened with a creak.
“Are you still standing there?” Kelly asked in mild surprise.
“You’ve been staring out that window for an hour. Is there—is
something wrong?”
Jessica took a deep breath, turning around. “No, I’m fine Kelly. Just
thinking.”
“Dangerous stuff,” Kelly said, shaking her head. “Especially for
you.”
Jessica smiled faintly, and then frowned as she noticed the suitcase
in Kelly’s hand. “Are you going somewhere?”
Kelly gave her an ironic smile. “Only to Australia. Like I
mentioned maybe three times during the last week. I’m going to the
International Art Exhibition.”
Jessica rubbed her eyes. “Right. I remember.”
Kelly gave her a quick hug. “I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. Try
to relax girl. After all, you won’t have me to vent to for a while.”
“I will Kelly, thanks. Have a safe trip.”
Giving her one last smile, Kelly closed the door behind her.
After she had gone, the silence brought back Jessica’s agitation
almost immediately. Sitting down in a chair, she closed her eyes. She
knew Kelly was right, and she needed to stop worrying and relax. But
she couldn’t.
The ringtone of her phone made her jump. She grabbed her phone
and glanced at the caller ID. With a frown, she hit the answer button.
“Hello, Rick. What can I do for you?”
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:
A slight breeze caught the tongues of flames rising from the
campfire, sending crackling embers dancing through the air.
Bryce’s eyes followed them as they rose upward, until they winked
out against the backdrop of the night sky.
All around him, the cold Pismo Beach air was still and calm,
punctuated only by the occasional croaking of frogs and the distant
crash of the surf against the beach.
Bryce leaned back in his chair, gently petting Mo who had fallen
asleep on his lap. The cat grunted sleepily, curling his tail over his nose
for warmth.
Weeks had passed since that day at Mount Mayon, and yet, Bryce
felt no sense of safety or security. His mind wouldn’t, or couldn’t,
accept the fact that the crisis had passed. He could still see the
mushroom cloud in his vision when he closed his eyes, and hear
Osaka’s voice when he was by himself. Why had she called him
messiah?
And when he slept, he didn’t dream.
Reaching into his pocket, Bryce pulled out several folded pictures
that he had taken from the house in Pasadena. He flipped through them
slowly, a feeling of sadness slowly growing in his chest. Nwarht had
caused so much pain, for so many, all to accomplish…what? Bryce
couldn’t even begin to comprehend the twisted path of destruction
Nwarht had left in his wake; how many lives had been lost, or ruined,
for his grand design.
But at least they had stopped him. Nwarht, and the weapons that
had started and ended this whole convoluted web, were no more.
And yet, something still felt wrong.
Bryce looked back up at the sky. For a second, he saw a distant star
flicker, as though at that moment it had winked out of existence.
Bryce.
Bryce jerked. For the briefest instant, he thought he saw a figure
standing on the other side of the fire. Then it was gone, as a strong gust
momentarily blew the flames horizontal.
Bryce frowned and stood up, much to Mo’s disapproval. The cat
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The next instant he found himself standing on the bridge, its design
almost identical to David’s ship.
A single figure stood in front of a massive viewport, looking out
into space. She wore a blindingly white coat, which looked out of place
among the pure black machinery of the ship. She seemed familiar
somehow, as though Bryce had met her not so long ago.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at Bryce. Try as he might,
Bryce could not get her face to come into focus. She mouthed
something inaudible, but Bryce somehow understood.
Tell Jessica I’m sorry.
The image began to blur. As it did, Bryce heard laughter, harsh and
emotionless, as though someone was listening to a joke only they
understood.
:
“Bryce?”
Bryce blinked. He was back at the campground and to his surprise
Jessica was standing next to him.
“Jess? What the hell are you doing here?”
“If you don’t want to be found, take the battery out of your watch
next time. I need to talk to you about something.”
“And for that you drove all the way out to Pismo Beach? In the
middle of the night?”
“It’s not that far. And it’s important, Bryce.”
The light from the campfire cast a ghostly glow on her face, but
even the dim light was enough to make him realize how deeply worried
she looked.
“What is it?”
“Rick called me. He wanted to know if I could calculate how many
nukes I remembered seeing back in the mountain.”
“Why?”
“Six thousand.”
“What?”
“Six thousand nukes. That’s all. Only six thousand nuclear
weapons.”
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“Bryce?”
He looked up.
“This was all for nothing, wasn’t it? Everything we went through?
In the end, it was all meaningless.”
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Bryce shook his head. Slipping the picture into his pocket, he threw
the rest of the photographs onto the fire. “Not meaningless Jess. Just
the first chapter.”
Jessica studied Bryce in the glow of the fire, silently noting how
mature and grounded he suddenly seemed.
Maybe that’s the way he has always been, a small voice in her head
seemed to say.
She gave him a hug, much to his surprise. Just as quickly she
stepped away, smiling, despite the tears now running down her cheeks.
“You’re right. This was only one chapter. I think the real story begins
now.”
“Mrow.”
Bryce returned the smile and picked up Mo, who had come over to
rub on his legs. The cat immediately began to purr. They stood there for
a long time, holding hands, staring at the flames, while the pictures in
the fire pit turned to ash and danced upward toward the sky.
:
The dark sparkling points of light from the millions of stars seemed
close enough to touch, as though they were just outside the window.
JW knew it was just a trick of the mind, but it was still a unique feeling,
being here in space.
“Everything all right Gerty?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.
“Nothing has changed in the half hour since you last asked, JW.”
“Just checking,” he grinned.
The smile faded. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t stay
happy. Although he realized that he had saved thousands of lives by
programming the ships nanonites to cure those injured by the nuclear
blast, it was the faces of the ones he couldn’t save that haunted him.
The face of one little girl, in particular, he couldn’t get out of his mind.
She had been burnt almost beyond recognition, yet still managed to
smile when he had said ‘hello’.
He had told Director Bustos that he wanted to take David back to
his world. Truthfully, however, he simply wanted to escape. Escape
from everything.
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But no matter how fast the ship, he couldn’t outrun his memories.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the ship. It had only been a few
weeks since he had found himself here, yet it felt like several lifetimes
ago.
He looked out to the stars again. “Don’t you worry David,” he said
softly. “I’ll get you home. That is one promise I intend to keep.”
He clapped his hands. “Full speed ahead, Gertrude. We have a
mission to finish.”
There was a slight hum as the ship’s engines went full throttle.
Billions of stars seemed to blink out of existence as the ship folded
space around itself; disappearing into the blackness as though it had
never existed.
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