Portal Wars: The Trilogy

by Jay Allan

  Samovich knew better. He was not accustomed to dealing with men like Taylor. UNGov tended to breed a different sort, certainly not the dark hero, ready to die to destroy an evil. People who exhibited such characteristics were rooted out early in UNGov society, sent to reeducation camps…or just shot in filthy UN Security cellars somewhere. But still, he thought he understood Taylor.

  “Alexi will kill Taylor. He has never failed me. He will not now.”

  Drogov and his people knew what they had to do…the assassination that would buy UNGov a chance. Or at least that’s how Alexi will explain it to them. But Samovich knew his friend realized, just as he did, that killing Taylor wasn’t enough. Not anymore. Things had gone too far. His soldiers would fight on, his officers would take his place. Taylor’s genius, his strength had gotten them this far. Now they could go on without him if they had to.

  No, Alexi can’t do this by himself. The assassination is only part of our salvation. I have to do the rest…

  He turned toward his workstation, punching a series of keys and then pressing his thumb against the print scanner.

  “Identity confirmed, Secretary-General Samovich.” The AI’s voice was cold, sterile.

  Samovich leaned back in his chair. His eyes were wide open, glittering with rage.

  “Activate Plan Omega-99 immediately. All emplacements to be activated and armed.”

  “Awaiting final authorization code.”

  He stood up and turned, looking out over the rolling hills below. But he didn’t see any of it, just his imagined images of Taylor and his officers, columns of his soldiers marching through the Polish countryside, into the North European Plain…then down through Germany, into the rugged terrain and foothills leading toward Geneva. He knew the vision was of death itself, a manifestation of hell unleashed. And he would counter hell with another hell, one worse, more terrible even than any vengeance Taylor had conceived.

  He turned back toward his desk. “Authorization code delta-nine-nine-seven-three-zero-zero-alpha-omega.”

  “Plan Omega-99 activated. All emplacements armed and ready for final countdown to detonation.”

  Samovich turned back toward the window and began laughing.

  * * *

  “I thank you, General Akawa. You did exactly as you promised. I must confess, though I allowed you to go, I didn’t really trust you.”

  “I understand that, General Taylor. And if I had any doubts about that, they were cleared away when I saw that General Young was with us.” Akawa looked up at Taylor and offered a weak smile. “I don’t suppose I would have been any different in your shoes. And now, I must ask you to honor your assurances that my soldiers will not be harmed.”

  “We will honor every promise made to you, General. Your recruits, the draftees originally destined for the wars on the Portal worlds will not be harmed. Indeed, they will be offered the chance to join our crusade it they want…though I’m afraid they will have to be split up and placed under the supervision of my own people, at least at first.”

  “The others?” Akawa had an odd expression on his face, as if he was confused, uncertain about his feelings.

  “The ones who were UNGov enforcers? Who abused and killed civilians? Who dragged people away from their families to take them to die in reeducation camps?” Taylor’s voice changed completely. It had been informal, comradely, but now it was cold as ice.

  “I know, General…but they served under me, they followed my orders. Perhaps we…”

  “There is no ‘perhaps,’ General. The fate of those men was sealed four years ago, when I sat in a Tegeri facility and learned the truth. We are here to free a world, and to do that we must eradicate every trace of the evil that enslaved it.” Taylor glared at the former UNGov general. “I was clear about that when we first spoke, General Akawa. You may continue to cooperate with us or you may remain with your soldiers as a prisoner. But you cannot save the men who wielded UNGov’s bloody fist. They are as good as dead already. Their executions wait only on positive identification.”

  Akawa opened his mouth, but he closed it again.

  “What is it, General? You may speak freely with me.”

  Akawa hesitated. Then he said, “It’s just that…” His voice was nervous, tentative.

  “That?”

  “When I first met you, I saw the freedom fighter in you, the man struggling to bring liberty to a world. But when you speak in such absolute, merciless terms…you seem more like those you wish to destroy.”

  Taylor nodded. “And you were scared to say that to me…but I let you speak, and I have no anger at your words. Ask yourself how Secretary-General Samovich would respond in my shoes.”

  Akawa looked back silently. Finally, he just nodded.

  “And there is one other difference, General,” Taylor said. “UNGov seeks to acquire power, to rule over mankind. It does what it does to attain and keep that power. I seek to destroy a great evil. I have no desire to take Samovich’s place, no intention of becoming a dictator. Once I have destroyed UNGov, I will…”

  “You will what, General?” Akawa interrupted. “You will kill every government official of any significant rank and then walk off into the sunset? Is that what you would bequeath to the world? Anarchy? Brutal power struggles? How long before people start dying by the thousands? The millions? A week? Less? UNGov is evil, I have no argument with that. But are you any better? If you destroy it as thoroughly as you intend to do and you do not put something in its place, you will be responsible for the deaths of more innocents that UNGov has killed in forty years.”

  Taylor didn’t reply. He just sat opposite Akawa, silent. He knew the general only spoke the truth. It was something he’d realized all along but suppressed. A realization he simply could not bear to consider. But now he was close to the victory that had seemed only a dream four years before. He knew he would have to step in, to take control until a legitimate government could be formed to take UNGov’s place. The thought of it made him sick to his stomach.

  I don’t have time for this, not now. He pushed it back, drove the thoughts from his mind.

  “I will see that the UNGov personnel among your people get fair trials. Those who have not killed innocent civilians, who have not used their power to terrify and intimidate the people…they will not die. The others will pay for what they have done.

  Akawa nodded. “That is fair, General Taylor.” He stood up and extended his hand. “I pledge you my continued support…to the end.”

  Taylor nodded. “I am glad to have you, Gen…”

  “Jake!” Hank Daniels burst into the room. “You’ve got to see this.” He hit a switch, turned on the large display in the room.

  Anton Samovich filled the screen. He had an odd look, not at all the cool, composed figure Taylor had seen lying about the murders of twenty-thousand Earth soldiers weeks earlier. His expression was distorted and his eyes were wide open, almost glittering in the light. Taylor watched and one thought went through his mind. He is insane.

  “You share the guilt in this, all of you,” Samovich said. “You have failed to support your government. You have allowed rebels and traitors to threaten the established order. And now you must all pay the price. UNGov is the legitimate government of Earth, and it will never yield to insurrection. And the time has come for drastic measures.”

  Taylor got a cold feeling in his stomach. He had no idea what Samovich was talking about, but he knew it would be bad. He glanced over at Akawa, silently inquiring if he had an idea, but the former UNGov general just shook his head.

  “And now, I have a message for you, General Taylor, as I have no doubt you are watching this broadcast. I am certain you believe you have defeated Earth’s legitimate government, that your band of murderers and traitors have prevailed. But UNGov is not so easily vanquished. There is a security program, a resource of last resort, put in place forty years ago against the possibility that a rebellious city could threaten the new world order. That program remains in place.


  “Under each of Earth’s cities there is a secret chamber, one containing a number of high-yield nuclear warheads. They were placed there to allow the destruction of a city in revolt from spreading its dangerous disorder to other locations. But now I have activated the entire system. In twelve hours, every one of these caches will be detonated, resulting in the complete destruction of every city in the world.”

  Taylor stared at the screen, his eyes fixed on Samovich, unable to avert his gaze for even a moment. For years he had planned the destruction of UNGov, raged at the evils of Earth’s government…but this was beyond anything he’d imagined. His mind raced, seeking for a solution, a way out. But there was nothing. Nothing but the sounds of the madman on the screen.

  “Twelve hours, General Taylor. You have twelve hours to surrender your forces, to disarm and submit yourselves to be tried for your crimes. If you do not comply, the deaths of billions will rest with you. Your treason, your refusal to submit, will bring mankind to the verge of extinction.”

  Taylor felt tightness in his chest. He’d been so focused, so determined. And now he had no idea what to do. And no time…

  “And just to prove this is no idle threat, in one hour I will destroy a single city, a demonstration of the power of this final defensive system.”

  No, Taylor thought…no…

  “And to the people of Earth…it is your duty to remain in your homes, to serve your part in this strategy to defeat the invaders. All cities are under surveillance…and any signs of a mass exodus will result in the immediate detonation of a city’s explosives. If you flee, you will die. Stand firm, stay put, and serve your government.”

  Samovich turned and walked away. A few seconds later, the transmission ceased.

  Taylor turned and looked around the room, exchanging glances with everyone present. Finally, he locked eyes with Hank Daniels, the most fervent of his inner circle. But Daniels looked as lost as Taylor, shocked by what he had just seen, unsure what to do.

  Taylor knew surrender meant death…for him and for all his people. He’d sworn hundreds of times that mankind must pay for its foolishness in allowing UNGov to come to power. But how much of a price could humanity pay? How much could he allow it to pay? He’d realized, in his nightmares if nowhere else, that many would die in the climax of the crusade, perhaps even millions. But billions? Most of the population of the world, blasted out of existence in the fires of nuclear death?

  No…I can’t.

  He felt despair as he had never before imagined. He’d considered the possibility of losing, of being defeated by UNGov. But yielding? Surrendering meekly and allowing Earth’s masters to continue to rule. To face execution…or whatever terrible fate awaited him, and to watch his friends and comrades go through the same thing.

  Better I had never lived at all, he thought, distraught, miserable. Better if T’arza and his people had killed me that day…

  * * *

  Wickes ejected the spent clip and slammed another in place. Then he opened fire, dashing for the steps as he did. He’d dropped four security troopers, and the others had pulled back, through the door. One of them was at the edge of the doorway, returning his fire from cover.

  Stalemate.

  His resistance had served its purpose. His people were all down in the subway tunnels by now. It was just a few minutes’ head start, but it was something, all he could give them. There was no guarantee, but he’d bought them all a chance…which was more than they had fighting it out in the cellar.

  His wounded arm was giving him trouble. He’d ignored it at first, but now it throbbed, and he found it difficult to keep his mind focused. He’d lost blood, not enough to be life-threatening, not yet at least. But he felt his strength slipping away. He’d stayed behind the crates and held his position for as long as he could, but he only had one clip left. If he was going to make a run for it, now was the time.

  He considered staying, a last stand, a fight to the death, but the truth was, there was no point. He wouldn’t hold long with one clip, and that meant staying was throwing his life away. He’d sacrifice himself if he had to, for victory or to buy his people their escape. But the Marine in him wouldn’t let him give up…and sacrificing himself for a few more seconds, making no attempt to get away…that would be giving up.

  He jumped down the opening in the floor, grabbing hold of the creaking rail as he leapt half way down the stairs in a single bound. He’d spun his head around as he dropped, taking a last glance at the room. He’d surprised the enemy…none of them had burst into the room yet. But they wouldn’t be fooled for more than a few seconds. He had a headstart of his own, but his was measured in seconds, not minutes.

  He almost stumbled as he leapt down the wreck of a staircase, feeling the impact of the concrete floor vibrate up his body. His injured arm radiated pain. He felt his legs almost buckle, but he struggled and managed to stay on his feet. He ran toward the half-collapsed wall, jumping over chunks of shattered concrete, crawling through the opening and out into the half-flooded subway tunnel.

  He turned instinctively at the sound of shooting behind him, but then he swung around and ran down the tunnel, splashing wildly as he did.

  It’s over. They’re right behind me.

  He looked around the tunnel, his eyes seeking anywhere to go but straight. There was some old equipment, now little more than debris. But it was cover of a sort, so he made for it.

  He heard the gunfire behind him, louder, more of it.

  What the hell are they shooting at?

  He ducked behind the broken metal carcass of what looked like a part of a train carriage, and he turned and looked back. Nothing. Just more gunfire, still from inside the passage, muffled now with more distance.

  He pulled up his rifle, ready to spend his last shots as well as possible, to take as many of the enemy down with him as he could. But nothing came. Then he saw movement, slow, cautious. His finger tightened.

  “Resistance fighters…”

  The voice echoed off the walls of the tunnel.

  Wickes was surprised. He didn’t expect the UNGov security to give the rebels a chance to surrender, not after the losses their comrades had taken. But he had no intention of being taken prisoner…and seeing the inside of a UNGov interrogation chamber.

  “Resistance fighters, do not fire,” the voice continued. “I am Lieutenant Davis Stevenson, Army of Liberation. We’re here to get your people to safety.”

  Chapter 24

  From the Journal of Jake Taylor:

  When I embarked on this quest, I swore to myself I would bring all the guilty to justice, that I was sweep the world clean like some avenging angel. And through all the battle, the terrible loss, I never wavered in that resolution. I have sacrificed friends, thousands of my soldiers…I have endured pain and devoted all I have to the fight. And in the end, even my own convictions. For I had refused to deal with UNGov and its corrupt minions…until a deal with the devil became the only way to save four billion human beings.

  Drogov stared out from behind the brush, looking out at Taylor’s camp. He’d planned the approach for days, taking every detail into account. Evading the AOL’s Supersoldiers was a major undertaking, but Alexi Drogov had been a master of covert ops for thirty years. Of course, his preparations had been intended to get him close enough to kill Taylor. Now he planned to get even closer.

  He’d snuck as far as he could, and now he was ready for the final tactic of his approach…surrendering. He could have done that kilometers out, but there was no guarantee some sergeant on picket duty or junior officer commanding a patrol would have listened to him and brought him to General Taylor. He would solve that problem by surrendering to Taylor himself. Now.

  He saw the general step out of the shelter he used as an office. It was time. He stepped right out of the woods, his hands extended well above his head. He walked slowly, taking care not to make any sudden moves. Taylor’s soldiers were good, and it wouldn’t take more than an instant’s overre
action for them to gun him down. He wouldn’t do anything that could be perceived as threatening.

  “General Taylor,” he yelled. “I am one of Secretary-General Samovich’s chief lieutenants. And I wish to surrender to you.”

  “Freeze,” one of the guards shouted. In an instant, half a dozen rifles were leveled, all pointing right at Samovich. Four soldiers were running toward him.

  “I am here to surrender,” he repeated, taking care to keep his arms in the air. “I am unarmed.” He’d found it difficult to leave his guns behind. Drogov customarily managed to take a weapon with him wherever he went, the shower, a sexual encounter…anywhere. But since he’d decided to parlay with Taylor instead of killing him, he knew the weapons could only get him killed.

  A dozen guards ran toward him, grim looks on their faces and weapons at the ready. Two of them grabbed him roughly and forced him to the ground. It took all his restraint not to fight back, to let the natural killer inside him out. But he knew what he had to do.

  The guards searched him…twice. Then he felt four hands on him, pulling him back up to his feet. And Jake Taylor was standing two meters from him.

  “You wanted to see me? You seem to know who I am…I’m afraid you have the advantage.”

  “My name is Alexi Drogov, General.”