Part 64 (1/2)

's.h.i.+t, you b.i.t.c.h!' Reiger shouted.

Suzi was two seconds behind the missiles as she went through the opening into the cavern. The infrared radiance from the rocket motors lit up the interior like a pair of glare flares. She saw a roughly semicircular s.p.a.ce, ten metres across. Above her, the roof was made up from giant cuboidal stone blocks, as if steps had been carved at some crazy inverted angle. Water came up to mid-thigh, slowing her movements.

She saw the missiles curving upwards. There was a red corona s.h.i.+ning out from behind one of the rock cubes, Reiger's infrared signature. Her photon amp caught the squat 523.

black cylinder tumbling down. Airbuster grenade. Stupid! her mind yelled. Bitterness and fury welled up. She flexed her knees, and started to fling herself flat, the water might s.h.i.+eld her from the worst.

The airbuster detonated just as she hit the water. Her sight went from misty blues and reds to glaring white, then black.

There was no pain, no real feeling of anything. Her thoughts were sluggish, full of worries; about getting Reiger, and whether or not Greg had made itto the alien, and Andria who was far too innocent to be left to fend for herself alone. All of them mixed up, faces twisting together in a crazy kaleidoscope whirl until she wasn't sure who was who any more. s.h.i.+t but that airbuster must have f.u.c.ked her brain good and hard.

Suzi?

She knew it was Greg. He was bringing pain back to her, suffering. Greg was crying in her mind.

1 screwed up, she told him. Reiger got me with an airbuster.

Suzi, Suzi, I taught you better.

Sony, Greg. She could see the weirdest egg, translucent, white and pale blue, dark shape at the centre. Julia's face, frightened and angry. Is that the alien?

Yeah.

Don't look much.

Julia's getting it sorted, no messing.

Great. Then the image began to slip away.

Arm Loral Missiles.

That was strange, she certainly didn't have the mental nrength left to load orders into the implant. But somehow ~ier thoughts were being pushed up a very steep hill into her processor node.

Target Image: Muscle-Armour Suit.

Greg, was that you?

Sure thing, we're going to get Reiger yet, you and I, '~o messing.

Launch Two Missiles.

She couldn't tell if they had fired or not. Even the memory 524ghosts had fled. There was only blackness, without form.

Greg, don't let my kid grow up like me.

Oh, Suzi.

Promise me, Greg.Greg?b.o.l.l.o.c.ks.

T.

he gothic-biology fabric of the chamber seemed an appropriate setting, Julia thought, as she listened to Royan. Neither one thing nor the other, rock or disseminator plant, both gone awry, stalled and incomplete.

Her anger had drained away, as it always did when she concentrated on a.s.similating the intricacies of a problem. But this time, that cool logical state of reasoning she exercised, the famed Evans rationality, was in danger of crumbling away. Her eyes couldn't linger on Royan for more than a few seconds at a time. Royan, trapped inside this creature, this grotesque chimera. The deliberate physical ruining of his body. Once again. She knew exactly how much that would tyrannize his soul. And all her guilt from knowing it was because of the gulf between them that he had been driven here, to this ignominy, If they had never met, if she hadn't tried to bind him to her, if...

Her mind was going through the routine at a virtually subconscious level, processor nodes a.n.a.lysing the data she was hearing, coding it, a.s.signing it storage s.p.a.ce in her memory nodes. All ready to be run through a logic matrix when the time came. Her decision. But all she really wanted to do was take Royan in her arms and hold him. To be free of all this punis.h.i.+ng pressure, and live. Just for once, escape from what both of them were.

G.o.d, or fate, never seemed to give that option to an Evans.

Greg moaned, eyes widening in shock. His knees sagged, and Rick just caught him before he fell.

”What is it?' she demanded.

'Suzi,' he said, voice coming from the back of his throat. His features clenched in effort.

'What do we do?' Rick asked.

'Wait,' she said. 'It's all we can do.'

Greg moaned again.

She glanced at the Hexaemeron, wondering whether to

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call the crash team hardliners in. But it didn't seem to be doing anything; its surface was awash with s.h.i.+mmering refraction patterns. She'd been relying on Greg to provide any advance warning in case it turned hostile.

'Dead,' Greg said numbly. 'Suzi's dead.'

'How?' Julia asked.

'She went after Leol Reiger; they tangled in the caves somewhere.'

'Is Reiger dead?'

'Durmo. We loosed off Suzi's missiles. Might have got him.' He steadied himself against Rick, and straightened his back ponderously.

'Reiger,' said Royan. 'I've heard of him. Tekmerc with a high hazard rating. Is he Jepson's agent?'

'Yes, he's Jepson's.' She gave the Hexaemeron a long stare. 'The one you summoned. Do you have a reason why I should allow you to live?'

'I am not a hazard, Julia Evans, to you or your world,' the Hexaemeron's smooth voice said. 'I sin, as stated, simply a midwife. When the species I contain have birthed, my time will be over. Royan is guilty of judging me by his own human standards. My planet's life is st.u.r.dy, yes, but also highly organized. It is not as compet.i.tive as terrestrial organisms.'

'What do you mean organized?' she asked.