Part 25 (1/2)

”Yes. It's a viable option, but”-the teleporter's gray eyes locked with Kaleb's-”the size of the blaze means it'll be unstoppable without direct intervention by a Tk of your strength.”

Not answering the unasked question, Kaleb took charge of the ama.s.sed telekinetics. No one, not even Ming, demurred. As Vasic had pointed out, Kaleb could do things they couldn't even as a group. ”Rescue must be a secondary aim,” he said, and it was a ruthless decision that needed to be made. ”If we can stifle the flames, the non-Tk teams can go in to provide a.s.sistance.”

”This is a map of the area currently on fire or under threat,” Aden said, putting a small device on the road where they stood. A touch of his finger and a holographic map sprang up. ”The central core is gone, no hope of survivors.”

It had to be significantly over a thousand degrees in that core, Kaleb thought. No one could survive such an inferno without specialist equipment and clothing, a single breath burning the throat and lungs to ash.

”This swath of homes”-Aden marked out a rough circle around the leading edge of the flames using a holo-compatible pen-”has been successfully evacuated.”

”Can we push the fire inward?” Ming asked, putting his hands together as if around a neck. ”Strangle it of fuel?”

Aden was the one who answered, though Kaleb guessed the response was Vasic's. ”Not with the core burning as violently as it is-we'd concentrate the entire energy of the fire in one area, risk creating a ma.s.sive firebomb.”

Kaleb agreed with Aden's conclusion, which left a single option. ”We go outward,” he said and drew a second rough circle inside the first, the real-life distance between the two approximately five hundred meters. ”One team inside the fire, the second in the evacuated zone, the aim to compress the fire in between and suffocate it.” The large surface area of the ring would mitigate, if not eliminate, the risk in concentrating the energy to that extent.

”I'll go in first, into the core.” Kaleb shrugged into the fireproof gear Vasic had 'ported in for him, the Arrows already suited up. ”Soon as I'm in, I'll push the fire outward. Your task”-he pointed to the Tks who'd be positioned in the evacuated zone-”is to make sure the fire spreads no further. Ming?”

The telepath nodded as the rest of the group started to get into their gear. ”I'll coordinate external placements to ensure total coverage.”

”Easiest way for the internal team to get in position,” Aden said, ”is to run in the five hundred meters from the external ring.” Getting no arguments from his Arrows against what would be a h.e.l.lish run through deadly flame, he continued. ”Once Kaleb has pushed the fire to this point”-he tapped the inner circle-”you keep it there. If you can't stifle it, then you let it burn out. Understood?”

A sea of curt nods.

”If,” Kaleb added, ”you feel the ring is about to fail, I want you all to 'port to the external perimeter to make sure the fire doesn't spread. I'll hold the internal section. Otherwise, I'll a.s.sist in stifling the flames as soon as the ring is stable.” Glancing around to make sure the message had been heard, he said, ”Get in position.”

The Tks began to 'port out to the external points using images provided by the fire and medical teams working around the city.

Kaleb, however, had no available image to use to get inside the blazing core. Which was why Aden and Vasic flew him up in a jet-chopper, hovering right over the center of the fire. Using high-definition binoculars, he captured a viable mental image and 'ported . . . just as the jet-chopper exploded from the proximity of the heat.

Aden?

We're fine. Vasic was monitoring the fuel tank.

Consumed by the white-hot core, the heat so violent as to create a dangerous level of warmth even inside his fire gear, Kaleb knelt down on one knee and spread his arms outward, palms pus.h.i.+ng against the flames that crawled over every inch of his body.

The suits won't last the expected sixty minutes, he told Aden. Anyone caught in a backdraft will have forty minutes maximum.

I'll warn the others.

A single calm breath of the air reserves built into the suit, his mind a sea of black ice . . . he unleashed the force of the power that lived in him.

Chapter 38.

”INCREDIBLE.”

Sahara echoed the anonymous gasped judgment in frozen silence as the comm station successfully linked to a satellite that had zoomed in on Hong Kong, showing its viewers what was happening in the metropolis: the impossible. From the noxious core that reporters had stated was burning at a staggering five thousand degrees at least, according to the most recent estimates by scientific experts, the flames were being pushed outward in a perfect sphere, while the ragged edge of the fire remained stationary, as if held in stasis.

Fear gripped her chest, ice in her veins, but she bit down hard on her lower lip to fight the urge to reach out to the man she knew had been in that cauldron of flame until he shoved it outward. To distract him now could mean his death. Instead, she watched an event so phenomenal even the news anchors had gone quiet, the only sounds that of the seals in the bay and the seagulls overhead.

The blackness inside the conflagration continued to grow as the fire was pushed farther and farther away from the core. And then it came to a halt, a perfect ring of flame in the center of the island that burned a violent white against the night sky in that part of the world.

For two minutes, nothing happened.

Then the fire began to collapse in on itself, slowly but surely, as if it were being compressed by invisible walls. Exactly twenty-seven minutes later, the last flame went out, the glittering lights outside the fire zone making the smoking, darkened core so much more blatant a scar.

Squeezing her arms around herself, Sahara walked away from the comm screen and surrendered to need at last, reaching out across the vast distance that separated them, and hoping Kaleb would pick up her psychic signal with his far greater reach as he always did. If he didn't, if there was only silence . . . no, he was fine. He had to be fine. Kaleb? Are you all right?

IT took Kaleb a second to understand the question.

No one had cared if he lived or died for over seven years, and he found he didn't know what to do with the knowledge that Sahara did, as she'd always done. As if his life was worth something quite separate from hers.

Halting with the fire suit hanging off his hips, his upper body drenched in sweat, he said, I'm uninjured, all the while aware that Sahara was wrong in her belief. His life was one that should've ended in the cradle, the genetic legacy inside him stifled like the fire had been, while he was too young to understand what it made him.

Now the only value he had was in keeping Sahara safe.

You promised me you'd never lie to me, she said, the words holding a weight of emotion he could feel even through the distance that separated them.

I never have. It was the one untainted point of honor in his life. What do you want to know?

The pause was long, her question a psychic whisper. Did you help create this incident?

The black ice shuddered, fractured. No.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. It was a rational question given my history.

But I hurt you, and no one has the right to do that. Fierce words. Not even me.

Another fracture in the ice, this one deeper. Pure Psy did reach out to me, but our goals don't align. He glanced around at the rubble of Hong Kong Island, thinking of how Vasquez had refused a face-to-face meet, suspicious of Kaleb's motives. He'd been right to be. Kaleb would've executed the other man on sight. You know my stance on Silence-and I have never had anything against the humans or changelings.

Turning to the leader of the Arrows when Aden jogged over, he listened to the damage report and update on rescue efforts. ”Am I needed?”

At Aden's nod, he removed the fire gear and threw it on the pile where the Arrows were shedding their own. His cargo pants were as sweat soaked as his T-s.h.i.+rt, but there was no point in changing. The fire might be dead, but the heat hadn't yet seeped out of the ruins of the city.

Take care, Kaleb. A kiss against his mind. It would break my heart if you were hurt.

The city lay devastated around Kaleb as he jogged in the direction Aden had pointed him, yet he saw only the midnight blue eyes of the woman who, as her earlier question proved, knew exactly what he was capable of, but claimed him all the same. Always Sahara had seen him. And always she had refused to walk away.

The last time, it had cost her seven years of her life. This time, he'd lay the world itself at her feet. I'll come to you when this is over.

I'll be waiting.

The promise kept him going through the grim hours that followed, his main task to a.s.sist in maintaining the structural integrity of buildings while rescuers, including changeling teams who had come in via watercraft, combed the floors for survivors, their heightened sense of smell a priceless advantage. For every burned and barely alive survivor, they found ten corpses.