Maxell considered her options. If they left bringing the sensor back into phase until the last moment, and then saw that the beast was entirely inside the wormhole, this would indicate that Goron had failed. If it revealed, however briefly, that the beast was still pouring in, they could drop the structural energy feed and thus extend the tunnel by perhaps another third of a light-year. After that, without closure at Sauros, they must act. It meant catastrophic feedback to Sauros and the certain deaths of any survivors there, along with most of the life existing on that past Earth. It was still a matter for conjecture whether this might shove the Heliothane Dominion down the probability slope just as firmly as anything Cowl might achieve.
On the third screen the beast came into view, eventually filled the screen, then folded away as Carloon put that sensor out of phase too. Maxell felt her body growing damp with perspiration.
Damnation! Twenty thousand million kilometres?
At fifty thousand million kilometres the sweat was actually trickling from her armpits.
âHow big is that damned thing?' asked Carloon.
Maxell didn't try to formulate a reply. There was a contention amongst Heliothane chronophysicists that the creature was potentially infiniteâand it was a contention she didn't want to think about.
âI'll bring the third sensor back into phase,' said Carloon. âIt doesn't matter if we lose that one.'
The sensor operated for less than a second. Carloon froze the view, displaying a blurred image as of a torch shone through someone's cheek from inside.
âComing up on number seven,' said Carloon.
Maxell noticed how the man's hand was shaking as he poised a finger over the virtual icon that would put this next sensor out of phase. Three more sensors went the same way and when Carloon got the same view from number four as he had from number three, she knew there was no point in saving any more of them for a hoped-for rear view of the beast.
âCut the structural feed to minimum sustainable,' she instructed the interface techs.
The immediate energy surge caused the floor to vibrate, and she knew the Heliothane population would be feeling this all across the city's disc. Now microwave projectors and terajoule lasers were pumping the energy excess out into space, but this was an emission the city could not sustain. Eventually something would burn out, and then systems would begin to break down. If that happened the wormhole extension would have to be cut, else the microwave beam transmitted from the sun tap would create a molten sea in the centre of their fine city.
âComing up on eleven,' said Carloon. âIt's taking longer.'
âWhen it hits twelve, we do it,' said Maxell. She looked around, seeing that most of the superfluous control-room staff were now standing in a semi-circle behind her. âAnd then we see if we survive.'
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THELDON GAZED BACK FOR a second to where the survivors of Sauros were setting up camp on the mountainside, then turned and negotiated his way down what was once the course of a stream between stands of charred vegetation. He needed a deep pool to take the emergency manifold and there was none around here, the water having been evaporated literally in the heat of battle.
Even though the differences between heliothant and umbrathant were a few
minor genetic ones, but mostly a question of loyalties, Theldon had found it difficult to infiltrate the upper echelons of the Heliothane Dominion. It had in fact taken him fifty of his one hundred and twenty-five years of life, and just when he was in a position to strike a blow that would obliterate New London, and the threat that it posed, Goron had shut down his console. He would have liked to have acted even earlier, but only during the chaos of the attack could his own penetration of abutment control have gone unnoticed. He damned himself for not sticking entirely to his job, and warning them of that first incursion because that error had certainly been what had roused Goron's suspicions. Now fifty years of sycophancy were wasted and ten years of being subordinate to Cowl's previously unknown primary agent.
Palleque.
They'd brought him back wounded for an interrogation. Theldon was unworried that his own presence might be revealed by Palleque, for the identities of Umbrathane agents or Cowl's agents were never revealed to each other, precisely for this reason. What had worried him then was just how long it was taking for that interrogation to start. And now ⦠now Palleque was Goron's great friend and a hero to the Heliothane. Palleque had always been a double agent and this was something Cowl needed to know because that, and the fatalistic way Goron had reacted to the torbeast's attack, made Theldon feel this whole situation stank.
At last, out of sight of the vast flow of the torbeast pouring into the wormhole, Theldon saw the glimmer of water between some rocks. Heading down, he scanned desperately for a deep pool, but none was yet in evidence. Then, thankfully, it appeared before him: a deep pool right by a seared pile of vegetation that must have been washed down here in an earlier flood. He hurried towards it, having no doubt that Goron's people would be hunting for him even now. Perhaps Cowl could somehow divert an outgrowth of the torbeast into depositing one of its active scalesâor maybe Cowl possessed some other method of retrieving his loyal agents.
At the pool Theldon went down on his knees and observed the floating bodies of blue-skinned newts amid the scum of burnt leaves and twigs. Plunging his hand into the water, he found it still warm and thought about the other kind of heat that would still be in this area. Certainly some of the citizens of Sauros would be excising tumours from themselves in the immediate future and having to run anti-cancer enzymes through their bodies for years to come. But whatever technology they had would now no longer be available to
Theldon himself. Cowl would have something, though, and Theldon, with his tough genetic structure resulting from Umbrathane breeding programs and direct genetic manipulation, would be able to survive any melanomas for quite a few years yet. He sat back and shook water from his hand, then he pressed the finger and thumb of his right hand into his left forearm. The lump embedded in his muscle became visible through taut skin and, as he kept on the pressure, a fistula developed and began to ooze plasma. He pinched the flesh hard and a flattened white spheroid, a centimetre across, popped out of his arm. He inspected the thing for a second, then tossed it into the pool.
In the Jurassic he had established a permanent manifold set deep and out-ofphase in granite, just like the one Palleque had supposedly been caught using. That was all well and good, as the device extruded layers of vorpal crystal through the surrounding rock with which to blur the tachyon signal and thus hide itself from detection. The only problem was that once the egg had been placed, it took a number of days to develop and become usable. Growing one in water was quick but risky, as the chances of detection increased by an order of magnitude.
The spheroid sank about half a metre below the surface and there, with one twitch, expanded to twice its previous size. It then frayed around the edges, and all movement in the water surrounding it ceased as it set itself in a fastpropagating jelly. It then began to grow the hard tentacular arms of the manifold, like sulphate crystals dumped in a solution of isinglass. In seconds it was ready and he pressed his palm against the pool's now rubbery surface: like an attacking squid the manifold rose to bind with his hand. After a moment Cowl's beetle face looked up at him from the depths.
âSauros has been evacuated,' Theldon said without preamble. âWas Palleque really your primary agent?'
âHe was,' Cowl replied.
âThen know that he was a double agent. Goron gave him a displacement generator
before
the torbeast's attack and now it seems they are the greatest of friends.'
Pain shot up Theldon's arm from the manifold and he found he could not pull his hand away.
âIt's true!' he protested. âSomething more is going on! I'm sure Goron
expected
things to happen as they have.' The pain eased and Theldon took an unsteady breath. He went on, âI don't know what they think to achieve, but you have been out-manoeuvred.'
Cowl's head turned sideways, and for a moment Theldon got a hint of nightmarish shapes deep down in the pool.
âThe beast will not stop,' said Cowl. He turned back. âThe killer ⦠my sister â¦'
Abruptly the connection broke, and the manifold sank and slowly broke apart. Theldon withdrew his hand and looked disbelievingly at the still pool. No chance of rescue now. Cowl had given him nothing, not even a chance to ask for help. Theldon turned and looked back the way he had come. Maybe he could still salvage something. Maybe, during the chaos of the torbeast's attack, what he had tried to do could be put down to panic ⦠inexperience.
Theldon was halfway back along the course of the stream when Palleque spotted him, and folded up the scope of the Heliothane rifle he was carrying. Theldon did not even see the source of the shot that punched a finger-width hole through his chest and blew his spine out of his back. There were never any maybes in this conflict, and very little room for doubt.
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ABOVE COWL'S CITADEL THE weird shapes of incipient horror continued their hideous dance. Cowl stood utterly still before his vorpal controls, his hands hanging slack against his sides. When Makali and her compatriots entered the sphere, he still did not move until Makali's second, Scour, spokeâbefore she could stop him.
âHave we killed them? Have you done it?' he asked eagerly.
Cowl turned slowly, then stalked towards them. Eventually he came to stand still and silent before Scour. Makali herself did not move, knowing the danger of this moment. Those Umbrathane whom Cowl had brought back to his citadel were here on sufferance and under his absolute autocratic rule, being viewed by their ruler with the same contempt with which he viewed all humankind. Any who had been there for some time knew when to keep their heads downâfor if Cowl suffered any kind of reversal he would take it out on those nearest to him.
Finally Cowl's voice issued, as if out of the air, âThe assassin escaped to the sea. Bring Aconite to me.'
âAbout time we dealt with that bitch,' said Scour.
Makali winced. As Cowl backhanded Scour and sent him sprawling, Makali willed her second to just stay on the floor and make no further move. But he was new to this part of citadel and still retained all his Umbrathane pride.
He moved his hand to the butt of his handgun, his face twisting in a sneer as if about to say something.
None of the seven Umbrathane saw Cowl cross the intervening space. He was just there, jerking Scour high into the air, ripping and tearing at him. Then Scour arced away, trailing his own intestines, and hit a lambent transformer before sliding, burning and screaming, to the floor. None of the other six moved or spoke while Scour's screams turned to groans as he cooked, unable to drag himself out of the thermal containment field around the machine. Cowl stood amongst them utterly still, as oily smoke drifted across the sphere's interior. This stillness went on interminably, until Makali relaxed the tension gripping her body and slid her hand down to her belt, just a short distance from her own hand weapon. Cowl immediately spun round towards her, and for a moment she thought she would now die like Scour had.
Sibilant hissing drew in to Cowl, from the shadows amid the machines, and expressed from that entity in words: âI do not give orders twice.'
Catching the attention of her companions, Makali twitched her head towards the exit, and the five of them began backing out of the sphere. Makali followed them, pausing at the exit.
âThe torbeast?' she asked, knowing she was now risking her life.
Cowl hissed again as his face covering began to open up.
Makali fled.
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IF ASKED WHO SHE trusted, Polly could only suggest Nandru with certainty, since his fortunes were now utterly tied to her own; and Ygrol, maybe, because he was utterly ingenuous. The word âtrust' did not apply to Tacitus because, though always honest and utterly straight with the others, he also coldly informed them that he was loyal unto death to Aconite, and cared not one whit if the rest of them lived or died. Cheng-yi she felt was the kind of dog you daren't turn your back on, and Lostboy she included in her general assessement of Aconite, for most of what rested inside his skull the troll woman had put there. The heliothant herself Polly considered too complex a being to either trust or distrust. Tack she trusted even less than the Chinaman, and when she spotted her erstwhile killer sneaking out into the damp night, she took up her taser, and the Heliothane handgun Aconite had provided for her, and followed him.
Rain was now steadily pouring from a dark sky, but it was a warm downpour and Polly relished it as she fixed her mask across and tied her hair back.
Now then, is there something Mr U-gov arsehole has neglected to tell us?
âWell, I don't think he's out here to smell the roses, Nandru,' Polly replied.
I wonder what it's to be: some sort of doublecross, or is he still going after Cowl?