Chase weaved his fingers through the heavy-duty fencing, pulled out a chunk, and threw it to the ground. Leaning forward, he grabbed the broken spot with both hands and ripped the fence apart.
“Impressive,” Windsong said.
“The next fence holds a guard dog,” Chase said. “Don’t know if I want to stick my hand in.” He climbed through the hole. Windsong followed. Then Kirel, who snagged the sleeve of his jacket on the protruding metal and mumbled a foul word in French. Switchblade didn’t fit as easily as the rest of them, but he got through.
“Come on,” Chase said. The compound had two buildings and stretched a half mile in all directions. The runway where Windsong’s jet would land was eight hundred yards to the left. Chase had turned off most of the lights in the compound.
In the next enclosure, the Doberman rushed toward them and jumped a good six feet up the fence. It snarled like it hadn’t eaten in a week and the only thing that would satisfy its hunger was a buffet of intruders.
Chase stopped and crossed his arms. He sparked the exoself, the protection code, the safe travel code. Nothing. This was flesh and blood showing its teeth, not some computer system. What was he supposed to do with a ferocious dog?
But it had to be fitted with an identification chip. All dogs were chipped. He searched WR records for canine protection units. In twenty seconds he found the company supplying guard dogs to government facilities in the Northeast Territory. And he found the dog.
Female. Two years old. Trained in Montreal. Chase knew everything about the hundred pound blue-gray prize winner.
“I got this,” he said to the others.
“Nora, en bas,” he yelled. He clapped his hands once and then rolled his left arm in the air.
The beast backed away from the fence, cowered, whined, and dropped to her stomach. She rested her huge head between her front paws and huffed.
“Are you serious?” Switchblade asked. “Are you serious?” he yelled as he shook his head.
Chase shrugged, reached the fence, and ripped a hole in it. The dog sprang to her feet and growled.
“Nora!” Chase rolled his arm again and the dog returned to her subservient pose.
Windsong laughed and crawled through first. Chase followed, stretched the break a little bigger this time, and motioned Switchblade in. Kirel crawled in last. The man kept his back against the fence as he stared at the Doberman.
“She’s harmless,” Chase said. “Unless I tell her otherwise.”
Kirel nodded. “I’m glad I’m on your side.”
Something about the man’s voice sent a chill down all twelve processors of Chase’s lab-grown spine. “Come on. I hear the jet. It’ll be landing about the time we get inside the building.”
“I don’t hear anything. We’re going inside a building?” Kirel asked. “Why not just head for the runway?”
“The plane will taxi to the building where the drones are waiting to get picked up. Once they’re loaded, and the two of you are onboard, I’ll send the plane on its way.”
“You don’t need to program it, Chase,” Windsong said. “I’m the pilot—I’ll fly it out of here.”
“You’d have forces on you before you got over the ocean. This plane is on auto. It needs to stay that way until I can recode it. Don’t touch the controls. Don’t even go near the cockpit. It’s—”
“Heat sensitive. It’ll pick up my presence. Even my DNA. I had a scanner installed to prevent theft.”
“I could disable it, but I don’t want to attract attention. Just stay clear of the cockpit for a few minutes until I can scramble your location. I’m disabling the plane’s communications. You won’t have any way of notifying the ground, but it’ll keep the trackers off you. You’ll have to land by sight.”
“What about the drones?” Switchblade asked. “What happens when they don’t get delivered to wherever they’re supposed to be going?”
“The plane is going down in the ocean. The drones will be lost.”
Windsong put her hands on her hips. “What?”
“Don’t worry. The exoself will make it believable. It’ll free you up to start over in the EU if they think you and your plane are gone.”
“It’s all so easy,” she said. “I can’t believe the way you mess with the system and get away with it.”
Kirel walked ahead. “I can’t believe it either. The Helgen Institute must be proud.”
Sarcasm? Chase caught up with him as they reached the south side of the metal building. “The people at the Helgen have no idea what I’m doing. And I plan to keep it that way.” He reached a bolted steel door and yanked it open as if it were made of cardboard.
“I bet they’d be amazed at the way you’ve learned to use the exoself. Sparky.” He laughed. “But what about the destruction you’re leaving here? Holes in the fence and busted doors—nobody but Chase Sterling could do that.”
Chase looked the man in the eyes. “Anybody with the right tools could do it. And when I’m through feeding bull to the Feds, they’ll think the dissenters did this. One group casts blame on another—I throw it right back at them.”
Kirel’s closed his mouth and his nostrils flared.
Windsong’s plane whooshed overhead and circled to land on the airstrip that wasn’t quite long enough. But together with the auto-pilot program, Chase made it work.
The human pilot lifted her hands in the air. “Glory to God,” she said. “Thank you for the transhuman.”
The four slunk into the building and lined up against a wall near the sleeping drones. Why were they sneaking around? Nobody but the Doberman knew they were there, and she’d accepted the situation.
The drones were lined up, awaiting orders. Unarmed. Chase had seen other little flying spybots shoot to kill, but these weren’t weapons. Five would fit into the cargo bay of Windsong’s plane, which could be heard rolling near on the other side of a thirty-foot pull-down door. Chase broke off the padlock and pushed the door upward.
The plane rested, and Windsong ran to it and punched in a code to lower the ramp to the cargo bay. She smiled as she patted the plane’s belly.
Chase programmed the drones to come to life, and one by one they lifted from their hovering position and moved toward the rear of the jet.
It was easy. Too easy.
Windsong hoisted herself on board and motioned for Kirel.
“I don’t know if I want to cross the ocean with a bunch of WR drones,” he said. “I’m feeling a little queasy.”
The man seemed to have a sudden case of aviophobia. Chase could relate—it had taken a fly-or-die situation to get over his fear of all things airborne. But he didn’t have any sympathy for Kirel. The man was getting on that plane.
Chase grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the building. “It’s being underground you don’t like. Remember?”
“Hey, Switchblade,” Windsong yelled.
“Yeah?” He stepped to the open rear door where Windsong leaned out.
“Got some crates in the way in here. Come on board and help me shove them to the side before the drones load.”
“Kirel’s coming,” Switchblade said. “Let him do it.”
“The man looks green. I don’t want him on my plane if he’s gonna puke.”
“Well, what about the guy with the augmented muscles?”
“Promised his girlfriend I wouldn’t let him near my plane. I think she’s worried he’s a flight risk.”
Chase smiled and headed for the opening. “I’ll move your crates. I’m not going anywhere but back to Blue Sky Field in time for breakfast.”
“Nah, man, I’m going. Got me some real muscles.” Switchblade hoisted himself into the plane and disappeared.
With Windsong and Switchblade out of sight, Kirel grabbed Chase around the neck and pointed a laser gun at his head.
Chase reached back. He gripped the arms of Kirel’s jacket, and braced to flip the guy over his shoulder. Kirel shoved the cold narrow barrel of the gun firmly into Chase’s
temple. A blast from the weapon would take him out, transhuman or not. He froze.
“What is this, Kirel? You want something from me? Just tell me. We can work it out.”
Windsong stepped to the hatch and started to climb out of the plane’s underbelly. Her eyes grew wide and she pulled out her gun and aimed for Kirel.
“Drop it, pull the door up, and get out of here,” Kirel shouted. “You try anything and what’s left of the real Chase Sterling gets his revved-up brain splattered all over the place.”
She tossed the weapon and stepped forward, her lifted palms before her. “OK, think it trough, Kirel. Whatever you have planned—”
“Get out of here!” Kirel shoved the laser gun tighter into Chase’s head.
You fool, I can’t fly the plane.” She pointed at Chase. “He has to do it.”
“That’s exactly what he’s going to do. As soon as you shut the hatch.”
Switchblade launched out of the hatch and landed on the loading pad thirty feet in front of Chase.
Kirel backed up, tightening his chokehold. “Get back on the plane!”
“You’ll regret this,” Chase said. He remained frozen, but the exoself was running wild.
“You’ll regret it if you don’t cooperate. Remember the truck that slowed down back in Herouxville? It’s loaded with explosives and parked at the front door of the museum. You let me down, I blow the place. If I don’t show up at the rendezvous point, others will take care of pulling the switch.” He looked at Switchblade. “That goes for you and the pilot too. You try anything, all those people die.”
“You’re lying” Chase said. “I would have picked up on it.”
“You don’t know as much as you think you do. Sniffing out explosives is not in your programming. Neither is surviving a laser gun, and there’s nobody here to put you back together. The transhuman still bleeds. You’re not invincible.”
“The exoself may have already sent a warning.”
“You’d better hope not. If anybody tries to come up out of that hole, the place explodes.”
Chase hesitated. Then he nodded to Switchblade. “Do what he says.”
“I am not going to the EU, Charlie.”
“You want him to blow up Blue Sky Field? You have to go, Switch. I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.”
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Switchblade backed up to the hatch and crawled into the plane. “What about the drones, huh? They’re supposed to be on the plane. That’s what the orders say.” He gave Chase a final glance, his eyebrows lifted, his head shaking.
Kirel hesitated, then answered, “Never mind the drones. Just go.”
Windsong pushed a button to lift the hatch. “I’m sorry, Chase. God be with you.” The door lifted and sealed shut, and Chase and Kirel were alone.
“Get it in the air,” Kirel said.
“Don’t think so,” Chase said.
“Do it!”
“I have to get the drones back inside the warehouse first. They should’ve been on the plane. Now they’re just in the way.”
“Then get on with it.” Kirel pulled Chase to the side of the building, out of the way of the drones.
The hovering machines moved back to their earlier positions. Windsong peeked through the one small window of her plane. Chase shook his head, and she turned away.
Kirel jerked and stumbled back. “Stand still and do what I told you!”
Chase connected to the auto-pilot, and the plane revved and nosed toward the runway. Then it took over and increased its speed. Soon it lifted and headed east. That part of whatever insidious demands were to be made of him was done.
“How long until it’s over the Atlantic?” Kirel asked.
“Fourteen minutes.”
“In half an hour, crash it.”
Panic rushed through Chase. “I can’t do that.”
“You said the report would show the plane crashed.” Kirel at last let go of Chase and pushed him against the wall. The laser gun remained pointed at his head.
Had the exoself acted on its own and sent a warning to the underground? Chase took a breath when he determined no such message had gone out. “I said it would show the plane went down. I didn’t say I could crash it.”
“You programmed the take-off. So why can’t you program a landing into the sea?”
Chase wiped icy sweat from his brow and smirked. “You’re not a Christian, are you?”
“I consider myself a Christian. I don’t consider you a Christian,” Kirel said. “What are you doing hanging out with the Underground Church anyway?”
“How can you kill your fellow believers?”
“They don’t have any vision. God wants us to restore this country. And he doesn’t want transhumans taking over the world. If the so-called Christians at Blue Sky Field were real believers, they would have killed you.” Kirel side-stepped to the open hangar door. “We’re going back through the hole in the fence and we’re walking to the highway. If you send out any kind of warning with that computer in your head, or if I don’t reach the meeting point in ninety minutes, the museum blows. They will take you in, transhuman. You might as well get it over with.
“They?” Chase asked. “I get it. There’s a bounty on my head. How much?”
“Plenty and it’ll be used for the right cause. But I’d do it for nothing.” He motioned with the laser gun, grabbed Chase’s arm, and headed out of the building.
Chase rolled his free arm, and the obedient Doberman who waited near the loading dock readied for command.
“Attaque!”
Nora raced toward them, teeth bared. A low growl gave warning. She jumped. Her lean body targeted at Kirel. Chase braced for the impact. Nora collided with Kirel and Chase squirmed free as the dog knocked Kirel to the ground.
But the man didn’t lose the gun. He blasted the laser. The dog reeled backward. She dropped to the ground. Then Kirel aimed at Chase. He fired. Chase clutched his right shoulder.
The blast drove like a knife into his flesh. He sucked in his breath and swallowed a scream. Stumbling back, he fell against the metal wall. He gaped at the wound. Blood streamed down his arm.
“You’re lucky I tuned it to low gauge. Next time I’ll blow off the whole arm.”
Chase slid out of his jacket and tore his shirt loose from the wound. He didn’t know what might be coming out of the hole—wires or some kind of computer hardware. But it was just a small hole. Nothing but ripped tissue and blood.
The exoself seemed to fade away, or maybe Chase was about to faint. His vision fragmented into bits of light. Then the lights went out, replaced with nothing but black. He shook his head and internally screamed at the powers inside his mind not to do anything about this. No warning to Mel or anyone else. Please.
“Come on, you can walk with a hole in your shoulder. But I bet you’re not as strong as you were with two good arms.” Kirel grabbed him and yanked him to his feet.
The pain was all human. The strength sensors in his right shoulder had indeed powered down. With no one to repair him, what Kirel had said was true. He wasn’t as strong. But the bleeding slowed. He reached for his jacket and struggled to pull it on. And then he trudged beside the man in control. Kirel’s strong grip and the laser gun pointed at his head kept Chase moving forward.
“Highway circles the plant,” Kirel said. “We’re going down on the north side. If I’m not at the rendezvous point in an hour, the bomb goes off. So no more half-cocked attempts at escape. Now see what you can do about crashing the jet. I don’t want any trouble from that pilot and the black Goliath.”
Chase’s power ebbed—he could feel it leaving him. But he could handle one more manipulation in the cyber world. He had to in order to save Blue Sky Field.
“Done,” he said.
“You sure?”
“If you don’t believe me, crash it yourself.”
Kirel huffed and jerked Chase forward. “Well…even if you’re lying, you told the pilot you disabled her communication with the gro
und. No reason for you to lie to her. By the time those two get a message to the underground, I will have collected my fee. And you’ll be back where you belong.” He didn’t mention the plane again. He spoke little as they traipsed down the dark hillside. Even Chase’s night vision was failing. Why? What did that have to do with a wound to his shoulder?
“Why did you frame those people in town? Why did they have to die?” Chase asked.
“Couldn’t risk the kids trying to go back up. If their families were dead, they’d stay put.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Look, I didn’t plan on three teenagers getting caught. Didn’t plan on Molly getting taken in by the Feds. It just worked out that way. I was supposed to end up at the detention center alone. They would have let me go, even without all your help in making me look like an informant. When they released me, I would have had to go under. Alone. It was a ruse.”
“Because you’re an informant,” Chase said.
“Yeah. But not due to my great love and respect for the WR. That was the ruse. I set myself up to use my position in the Underground Church to take the heat off the dissenters.”
“Kind of a double agent?”
“Sure, if you say so.” Kirel huffed and quickened his pace. “Once we all came under, I couldn’t let those kids go back up. They might have talked. I got myself into the inner circle at Blue Sky Field for a reason. Couldn’t let them blow it. So I used that all-fired important untraceable communication system you set up down there to plant a lead to the WR. And they took care of things.”
“You make it sound like you’re innocent.”
“I will do whatever needs to be done to restore this country.” Kirel stepped in a low spot and nearly stumbled. “And I will feel no guilt.”
“You sure were quick to give up that position in the underground that you killed for.”
“I told you, I didn’t kill anyone. The Feds did. Anyway, I found something better than a place to plant misinformation.”
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