“Of course I can see it.”
“Then I think this is as good a place as any to stop. Warn your helm we’re going to go all engines stop in a minute.”
They saw Petrov speak to his officer and the Novgorod immediately started to slow. With its great inertia, it couldn’t hope to come to a full halt quite as quickly as Vodyanoi, it began the manoeuvre early.
By the time both boats were no longer cutting bow waves, they had finished less than a hundred metres apart. The Novgorod had turned slightly to starboard while slowing to avoid any possibility of collision.
Kane’s communicator blipped and he changed to another channel, listened for a moment, and closed the call. “Captain Petrov,” he said after re-establishing the link to the Novgorod, “the war is over. Don’t get yourself and your crew killed at the last minute by doing something silly.”
“What are you talking about, Kane? The Yagizban have surrendered?”
Thunder rolled, a ripping, tearing peal of thunder that seemed to stun the waves. Petrov scanned the horizon looking for lightning, but there was none.
Kane passed the communicator to Katya. “He’ll take this better from you.”
Katya looked at him and tilted her head. “You think so?” she said, a little sardonically.
“Fractionally. Just tell him.”
Reluctantly Katya lifted the communicator and spoke.
“Hello? Anatoly? It’s Katya again.”
“Ms Kuriakova,” said Petrov cautiously. “Just what is Kane talking about?”
It was hard to sum it all up. To take all the reasons and the need and the desperation of it, and put it into words, especially when she’d spent her time in the Deeps doing her best to force it from her mind.
“The Terrans didn’t start the war, Anatoly. We did. The FMA high command might have given the orders, but we all just stood around like idiots and believed them. The last eleven, twelve years have been a big lie, but the Alpha Pluses were lying to us long before then.”
“That’s dissident talk, Ms Kuriak…”
“No! You haven’t seen the bodies. You haven’t seen just what’s lying in the middle of the Peklo Volume. I’m not guessing at the truth – I’ve seen it. The FMA is as good as dead. You should start thinking about what’s coming next.”
“And what precisely is coming next?” He sounded impatient, a man talking to a fanatic. Katya realised that he’d put her into a nicely stereotyped category in his mind so that he didn’t have to think very hard about what she said. She couldn’t blame him. How many times had she heard similarly dark muttering from others, usually put down by a friend’s concerned whisper of, “Careful. Don’t let Secor hear you talking like that.”
“I’ll tell you what I wouldn’t tell Secor. I’ll tell you what I did in Atlantis, what made me a traitor. I placed a transmitter box in a disused relay station.”
“A microwave relay. I know. I saw the report. To communicate with all the surface Yagizban elements. To what end?”
“Is that what the report said? It’s wrong. Atlantis is the oldest settlement, with equipment not found at any other station. Equipment we’ve lost the ability to replicate elsewhere. The microwave relay I plugged that box into was the old satellite communications link.”
“There are no satellites left. The Terrans destroyed them.”
Petrov was sounding angrier than she’d ever heard him. Was he beginning to suspect? If so, it didn’t surprise her. He was a clever man.
“The Terrans destroyed all of our satellites, that’s true. Then they deployed their own.”
Across the water between the two boats, Katya saw Petrov lower his communicator as he understood exactly what Katya had done. She continued to speak. Perhaps he could still hear her.
“The Yagizban collaborated with the Terrans and were given the satellite network’s access codes. Anatoly… one of them is a long range faster-than-light communications array.”
In the clouds above FP-1, the lightning flashed long after the thunder had died away. Blue, unnatural lightning. As they watched the flickering blue grew stronger and brighter, illuminating the whole cloud bank above the waiting platform. Then the clouds rolled aside.
It was beautiful. It was terrifying. Katya thought of how the Novgorod had looked as she broke the surface. This seemed so similar, as if the clouds were the surface of an angry sea and they were looking down upon it.
Petrov’s voice came through the communicator, taut, angry, fearful. “Katya. What have you done?”
She turned it off. There was no point talking now. She had either helped save a world on the edge of destruction, or pushed it over the precipice. She had called across the stars, and her call had been heard.
The Terrans were here.
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Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter One: Lukyan
Chapter Two: Jarilo
Chapter Three: False Flag
Chapter Four: Total War
Chapter Five: Plumbing Supplies
Chapter Six: Armoured Merpeople
Chapter Seven: Red Water
Chapter Eight: Dead Water
Chapter Nine: Fallen Angels
Chapter Ten: Zarya
Chapter Eleven: Psychotic Break
Chapter Twelve: Last Request
Chapter Thirteen: Dangerous Corridors
Chapter Fourteen: Little Flag
Chapter Fifteen: Traitor's Gate
Chapter Sixteen: Admiral's Launch
Chapter Seventeen: Hard Time
Chapter Eighteen: White Death
Chapter Nineteen: Extraordinary Freedom
Chapter Twenty: Retinal Identification
Chapter Twenty-One: Falling Forward
Chapter Twenty-Two: Desperate Times
Imprint
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