Was this Miri’s legacy? Not DNA, but these mini computer things?
Sara went to the dark console. “That’s the key, isn’t it? The nanites can unlock the city, can’t they?”
The screen didn’t respond.
Okay, so not the whole story, but Sara had a feeling it was part of it. She sank down on the chair.
“How did I get them? I live two galaxies away. If Miri came to Earth, how did she get there?”
Either Ruby didn’t know, didn’t know how to say…or didn’t want to say. Her head started to ache, but not because of them. It was just the normal kind of headache.
Normal. Yeah, right.
Okay, she mentally added this lab to her report, though she left out the parts about her. She headed for the door. Didn’t seem to be anything else she could learn there at the moment.
Sara did a quick check of the other labs on the floor, but couldn’t tell what they were about. It was kind of reassuring not to know. She added descriptions of what she’d seen in her report.
At the end of the hall was another security checkpoint. That was interesting. This one scanned her eyes. It shouldn’t have worked, but one didn’t look a gift scan in the mouth. Or something like that.
She stepped into their version of an elevator, and like the subway thing, there was a flash of green light signaling movement she couldn’t feel.
It seemed to have moved her down, since there was no up in the building. Sara couldn’t tell how deep…but her ears popped. That had to be pretty deep to do that.
Instead of a hallway or even an office, she was just in a room. There were consoles on both sides and straight-ahead was a simple doorway, one without a door.
As she walked forward, she described it in her report, though without mentioning that room and consoles lit up, as she drew level with them.
What went on in this room to require so much security? It was pretty creepy and Sara almost turned back. As she reached the doorway, two panels on either side lit up.
One seemed to be a map of different planets. The other one reminded her of looking through a telescope into space. As she looked at it, it rippled and changed.
Whoa, weird.
She turned back to the other map. It looked almost…familiar for some reason. Of course, it looked a bit like the map of this galaxy that Fyn had helped create. She recognized the Dusan home world and even Fyn’s lost planet. She noticed that about ten of the planets blinked, all at once, forming a figure eight that wove through the galaxy.
Fyn had called this a lost outpost. Did that mean there were other outposts? Could those be outposts?
She reached out and touched one of the blinking worlds. The map faded, but then a single planet emerged, with rows of symbols beside it.
Sara was able to pick out a few words, but not enough to be much help. It did seem like it was a summary of some sort.
She did a quick rundown of it, for the report.
Just then she heard the SO Henderson on the radio.
“Donovan?”
“Yes, sir?”
“You still in Zone Five?”
“Yes, sir, I’m surveying Building Thirty-four.”
“Thought you’d like to know the Patton has arrived. Both commanders will conduct an inspection at 1430, then there will be a dinner at 1800. Colonel wants you there.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem, sir. I just have one room left to check out, then I’m heading back. I should be back by 1400 at the latest. Probably earlier.”
“Roger that.”
He signed off. Sara looked at the last doorway, but she was thinking about the Old Man coming to the city. Maybe Fyn would be with him. Maybe they’d return her to flight status.
She slipped off her pack, pulled out her lunch and unwrapped the sandwich, absently taking a bite as she stared at the doorway. Ruby lit up some lights in front of it, flashing repeatedly. Did that mean go or not go? She really needed to get a better way of communicating with her.
Sara wanted to leave, but it was just one room. At least, she figured it was. It was completely dark inside. She set down the sandwich and crouched down, feeling inside. Yes, there was a floor. It was kind of weird that no light from this room penetrated into that one, but weird was the new normal.
She stood up and put one foot in. The solid surface held. She reached out with her hands, but any walls were just out of reach. She shifted her weight to the front foot and brought the other in, and found the back wall—
Then she couldn’t feel it. It just faded away. Lights flashed, but not green, these were gold and they looked…pulled, stretched out. She had the odd feeling she was being pulled, too, first one direction, and then the other. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either.
It stopped as abruptly as it had started. Sara felt a little dizzy and a bit nauseated. A moment to settle her stomach, then she turned around to pitch dark. She pulled her flashlight and shone it around.
It wasn’t a huge shock to be looking into a completely different room.
It did suck.
At least now she knew flashing meant no.
* * * *
Fyn found out that Carey was going to the island and decided to see if they’d let him tag along.
It had been another long week, standing alerts with the wing and no sight, no sound and no news…from the island. He’d hoped it would help give him…distance to be away from Sara, help him clear his thinking and figure out what to do with this…chance…but so far it wasn’t working.
With each day that went by without any sign from Kalian, he felt more hope that he wouldn’t. This was a quiet corner of the galaxy. Uninhabited. No one to tell Sara’s people about Kalian and the Ojemba.
No one said anything, but what they didn’t say, told him more than anything. They talked about this or that he’d see when they returned to earth. The list of things he needed to see was almost as long as the list of movies they kept promising to show him.
Maybe they’d be gone before Kalian found out about them, about him. If hope could bloom on Kikk, well, here it thrived. These people inhaled and exhaled optimism. Impossible didn’t seem to be in their vocabulary—unless they put “nothing is” in front of it.
In the transport bay he found Carey already prepping for their flight to the island city. If forced to, he’d put his thumb out.
But Carey looked up with a quick smile. “Park it here, Chewie. We’ll be taking off soon as the two Old Men and their escort get here.”
Carey was always cheerful, but since the arrival of the Patton, everyone was walking with a lighter step. Fyn hadn’t met the Patton’s commander or anyone from the other ship. He was sure he would. They all seemed to want to meet an alien.
There was a stir outside and then Halliwell came aboard, followed by an officer who was clearly his Patton counterpart and the inevitable jarhead escort. To his relief, Halliwell seemed unperturbed by his presence.
“Colonel Emerson, this is Fyn. Fyn, Colonel Emerson of the Patton.”
Fyn shook hands with Emerson and exchanged brief greetings. He got a piercing look from Emerson, but he was used to that.
The men chatted for a few more minutes, while Fyn wondered if they’d ever take off. Suddenly, it was as if an alert sounded. They all moved into action. Carey swung around and started the engine. There was a move to get seated. They were cleared to take off, and in a few they’d lifted off. Outside the bay, their fighter escort closed in for the ride to the planet.
* * * *
The room was similar to the one Sara had just left. It had the two consoles, but this one didn’t light up for her when she stepped out of the…whatever it was she’d stepped into. She shone her light on the wall beside the doorway. There was no map on either side this time. She wasn’t sure what that meant.
If that ride was like the subway thing, then she was just in another part of the city. She should be able to get back in, and either go on to the next stop, or back to her previous one.
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nbsp; She wasn’t eager for the carnival ride, but she’d left her stuff back there. She was glad she hadn’t eaten all her sandwich, though. The one bite was riding uneasily in her gut.
She stowed the flashlight and stepped back through the doorway, bracing for the stretching thing.
Nothing.
So, how could she could arrive, but not leave?
“I’m feeling a little hurt here. Was getting kind of used to the whole light-my-way thing.”
She looked around. Still nothing.
It was almost as if the system were hunkered down. That was a bit… unsettling. Sara tried to tap in to the systems mentally and had the odd feeling that the block was inside her own head. Did Ruby know something she didn’t?
Okay, yeah, Ruby knew tons, but did she know something relevant to right now? Because her situational awareness was crap. Ruby needed to can the light show and just talk to her.
She tilted her head for a moment, but Ruby didn’t respond. Great.
Since going back or forward wasn’t an option, she’d just have work her way to the surface and make her way back to the command center that way. Up top, she should have a better fix on her location.
Her spider sense was tingling, so Sara unhooked her P-90, flicked on the light and put it to her shoulder before she stepped out again.
“I’ll take point.” Hard to stack with one person, but it helped to pretend there was someone on her six.
As she moved forward, Sara shone the light around. The room was bigger, but emptier. And nothing…responded to her. By the time she reached the exit, her fun meter was pretty much pegged.
Addendum to the sci-fi list of things not to do in a creepy place: don’t go through really dark doorways.
As the door slid open for her, she cleared the room, before moving forward. Off to the side, she noticed a security station like the other one, but this room had some seating. Ahead was yet another door.
Panels slid back to reveal another one of those elevator-like things. At least it wasn’t stairs. She stepped inside. Green flash and it opened onto a corridor, with yet another security station. More ear popping, only the going up kind. That was good. She had to be getting close to the surface.
No doors off to the sides. Just a long walk to yet another door. This was taking her longer than planned. She’d better report in.
“Henderson? This is Donovan.”
Crackling silence.
“Captain?”
Okay, not good, but she’d been in some buildings where the radio didn’t work. She readied her P-90 and stepped to the side of the door again. It slid back and she cleared this room.
So far, so good.
Now she moved through a space that reminded her of the command consoles in the main control center, but on a smaller scale. And…still no welcoming lights. She reached out to touch one and got a mental yank.
“Okay, I won’t touch. Just tell me where I am.”
Not even a crackling silence.
Her spider sense was going nuts. She didn’t want to keep going. She stared at the door. If it, they, them, whatever didn’t want her to do this, why didn’t it let her go back the way she’d come?
You can’t sit here forever, she told herself, but her feet didn’t move. Apparently they disagreed.
She could almost hear Briggs jeering about her being a girl.
She reined in her imagination and approached the door. Almost automatically, she held up her fist in the stop and quiet signal. She looked at it.
“You’re just sad, Donovan.”
The same spider sense had her turning off the P-90’s light. She stepped up to this door. It opened, with a blank wall ahead, corridors stretching off to her left and right. Sara crouched down and did a quick look in both directions. Could she hear footsteps some distance away? She wasn’t sure.
She quietly tapped her radio again. “Henderson? Anybody?”
If the owners of the footsteps had been friendly, they’d have heard her radio, even if a signal couldn’t get outside the building, it should work inside the building.
She peeked out again, not sure which direction to go. It was lighter in this corridor, looked like natural light, but she couldn’t tell where it came from.
Okay, that was definitely footsteps approaching. She angled her head…from the right. She didn’t know why she felt the urge to move and move quickly. She just acted on it, turning and running in the opposite direction. She almost made the turn.
Almost wasn’t good enough.
A beam of light just missed her. She recognized it.
A Dusan energy weapon.
Where the crap was she? Okay, memo to self, Ruby’s flashing lights meant not just no, but hell no.
She raced for the next corner hoping to find cover.
Footsteps pounded behind her.
Sara reached the corner and stopped, waiting for them to come into view. When they did, she made them go away.
Two shots. Two kills.
She leaned against the wall. Her impulse was to return to her arrival point, but she’d already tried that.
Okay, clearly she’d left the island. She thought about the maps she’d seen, about the circle of flashing planets. Was it possible she’d been sent to another outpost, one controlled by the Dusan? That world she’d touched? Was that like the subway, a sort of destination request?
Man, those Garradians should have put warning labels on their stuff.
The presence of the Dusan might be the reason nothing would turn on for her. At least it was a working theory. Not anyone around to dispute it.
But if the portal, or whatever it was, wasn’t going to send her back, then she needed another way off this rock. Just taking a wild guess, but the only available transport was probably Dusan.
So that was the plan: steal a Dusan ship and fly back to mother.
Okay, it wasn’t a great plan. There were lots of problems with it, but at least it was a plan.
Assuming the layout of this outpost was similar to theirs, and assuming she was in the building she thought she was, there should be another elevator with direct access to the outside. The problem, she was pretty sure she had to go back past the two gone gomers.
Weapon ready, and keeping close to the wall, she peeked around. So far the corridor was still clear. She paced forward. When she got to the two downed Dusan, she reached down and grabbed one of their weapons, tucking it in the front of her vest. Her ammo wasn’t going to last forever. And their ray guns were quieter.
At the corner, she hesitated, listening. She did a quick look. More light blasts sizzled past as she jerked back. At least six, maybe seven bandits.
No joy that way.
She turned and ran full out to the next corner, then crouched low and waited. No single shot this time.
As the patrol came into view, she opened fire with a sustained burst, then threw herself behind the protection of the wall and ran to the next corner. Did a quick look. Clear. She dodged around.
These corridors were crap. She needed some place where she could go to ground and regroup. Figure something out. Improve her situational awareness, hell, get some situational awareness.
As she jogged along, she started looking for vents or shafts. This time she didn’t stop at the corner, just ran harder for the next one. They’d be expecting fire at the corners now. By the time they figured out she’d changed tactics, she needed to be out of sight.
She stopped shy of the corner, did her quick look, then slid around. Maybe she should duck into a room. She picked a middle one. As she went in, she heard footsteps from the other direction. Hard not to feel like Custer, with bandits closing in from both directions.
She saw a ventilation grille and jumped up on the desk, but it was bolted in place. Trapped.
She dropped down in a crouch behind the desk.
Crap.
* * * *
Carey made a clean landing near the main building. Fyn watched Colonel Halliwell, and the Patton’s commander, Colo
nel Emerson, rise and head down the ramp, followed by the jarheads. Dr. Smith and the Marine’s commander, Major Loren, and the SO, Captain Henderson, waited for them outside.
Fyn was disappointed not to see Sara with them. He’d been so sure she’d be waiting. She could be on duty, though. Doing whatever it was she was doing down here.
Loren saluted the two men, and then they all shook hands. He remembered Sara telling him it was “friendly.” He’d also noticed that sometimes it was friendlier than others.
Carey strolled down, stopping next to Fyn. He looked around.
“I wonder where Donovan is.” Carey adjusted his cap.
Halliwell heard him and looked at Henderson.
“Where is the Captain?”
Henderson frowned. “I’m not sure, sir. I thought she’d be here.” He tapped his radio. “Donovan? This is Henderson. What’s your twenty?”
For some reason, Fyn began to feel uneasy.
“Donovan? Respond, please.” Henderson started to look worried.
“Who’s on her team?” Halliwell wanted to know.
Now Henderson looked really worried. He opened his mouth, but didn’t seem to know what to say.
Carey stepped up to him. “She’s out there by herself?”
Henderson opened his mouth. Closed it. Sighed. “She was just mapping—”
“What was her twenty last contact?” Halliwell snapped.
“Zone Five, Building Thirty-four. She said she had one more room to check, then she was heading back. Be here no later than 1400.”
“It’s 1415 now. Has she ever returned and not reported in?”
Henderson shook his head, looking a bit sick now.
“You weren’t concerned when she didn’t report in?” The Old Man’s eyes were hard, narrow slits. He didn’t give Henderson time to respond. He didn’t look like he could anyway. He turned to Smith. “Can you show us this Zone and building?”
“We can look it up on her map,” he half sputtered, looking more annoyed than worried.
Halliwell looked at Carey. “Get a team together and keep trying to contact her.”
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