After a nerdy childhood in the company of Tolkien, Lovecraft, and a certain time lord, Ian ran away to see the World. This quest for adventure landed in him countless scrapes, before he ended up teaching English in East Asia. After ten years of hard grammar, he returned to his native England, and graduated with a MA Distinction in Creative Writing. Since then he has written everything from computer games to children’s apps. Several of his SF stories have won prizes and as well as two Eisner nominations for a graphic anthology. Ian is a children’s history author and takes the History Road Show to schools with bloodcurdling tales of the past. His writing has appeared at the V&A’s Toy Museum. He is also a published travel writer. Ian lives near Nottingham Castle with his wife and children. When he’s not daydreaming about Martian landscapes, he teaches creative writing and art. Interests include origami, astronomy and vintage clothing.
Science Fiction has always been Ian’s first love. He is delighted to continue the Zeke Hailey series of novels for younger adults as part of the IFWG stable.
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Also By Ian C Douglas in the Zeke Hailey series:
The Infinity Trap (Book 1)
Gravity’s Eye (Book 2)
The Particle Beast (Book 3)
Electron’s Blade (Book 4 - forthcoming)
Zeke Hailey Series: Book 3
The Particle Beast
by
Ian C. Douglas
This is a work of fiction. The events and characters portrayed herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places, events or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not necessarily represent the opinions of the publisher.
The Particle Beast
All Rights Reserved
ISBN-13: 978-1-925496-32-1
Copyright ©2017 Ian C Douglas
V1.0
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Huge thanks to Ray, Clive, John and Howard. Those guys taught me the storytelling basics. And got me through some tough moments growing up.
Part One
Prologue
The Televator’s Galley
AD 2260
Someone was beeping. Stella cursed and checked the flashing light on her magnopad. It was the passenger in seat thirty-four.
“If they all just shut up, my work would be a lot easier,” she murmured, and gulped down the dregs of her coffee. Her job as Space Stewardess-in-Chief on the planet’s only space elevator was a lot harder than people realised. Whirling up to the edges of the atmosphere was fine, but oh, the passengers. The panic attacks, the tantrums, the special needs!
Stella tapped on the screen and brought up the departure profiles.
Name: Doctor Apollodoris Enki.
Profession: world famous translator.
Nationality: none.
He sounded weird, but was he dangerous? Stella knew all the rumours about terrorists. The talk about those crackpots on Mars. The so-called Martian State brigade.
“Any messing on my shift and he’s for it,” Stella said. She straightened her uniform and marched out onto the passenger deck.
The Televator cabin was shaped like a huge donut, slowly rotating as it climbed the two hundred kilometre high tower. They were already thirty kilometres up. The windows revealed ice-blue skies. Far below, the Himalayas looked like a crinkled white carpet.
“Can I be of assistance?” she asked the fat man in seat thirty-four, forcing her lips into a smile.
Dr Enki pinched his nose. “Less garlic and caffeine might be a start.”
Stella glared at the man, at his shiny bald head and his goatee beard. If there was one thing she’d learned in all her years in the space travel business, it was how to glare. But this guy was a tough customer. His beady eyes locked on hers. Neither of them blinked.
A shiver wriggled down Stella’s spine. There was something about him. Something creepy.
“So, is there a problem?” she asked.
“I need a new ion-coil for my ’pad.” He lifted his magnopad from his lap and shook it. “Dry as a Martian river bed.”
“Sir, the Televator provides a generous selection of refreshments. We can’t be expected to meet your technology needs as well. You can buy a new coil when we reach Hyperbola Spaceport.”
Enki exploded. “I am working on a matter of the utmost importance,” he cried in a flurry of saliva. Those beady eyes bulged like eggs about to pop their shells.
Stella bit her lip. Why ruin her day over this pompous little man?
“Very well, Sir,” she replied, sliding the ion-coil from her own magnopad.
Enki fitted it into his model and it whirred into life. A string of incomprehensible symbols appeared on the screen. Stella had never seen anything like them. She skimmed through a paragraph beneath the symbols. Words leapt out from the dense text. ‘Hesperian, beast, citadel, apocalypse.’ How peculiar. There was even a name, ‘Zeke Hailey’. For a nanosecond it seemed familiar. No, she decided with a shrug, she didn’t know it.
“Do you mind,” Enki growled, covering the screen with his chubby fingers.
“Enjoy your flight,” Stella said. She intended to sound polite but her voice came out as a snarl.
Enki dismissed her with a wave of the hand.
“I’m on a crucial mission,” he muttered. “The fate of two worlds hangs in the balance.”
Obnoxious, but way too bonkers to be a danger, Stella thought. She hurried back to the galley, and the delicious garlic cheese waiting for her in the magnowave cooker.
Chapter One
The Cranny Cafeteria, The Ophir Chasma School for Psychic Endeavour, Mars
Scuff gazed at the birthday cake. Nothing happened.
“Rats! Your turn,” he said, pushing it across the table to Zeke.
“Easy as a piece of, um, cake,” Zeke replied. He pushed back his blue hair and stared at the pink-frosted sponge. The candles remained spectacularly unlit.
“It’s okay, really,” Pin-mei said.
Zeke turned towards the window. The school’s cafeteria was built into a crack in the cliff, high above Mariners Valley. The view was panoramic. Great canyon walls tumbled down from the sunset and into the shadow.
“Did you bring a fusion lighter?” Scuff asked.
Zeke didn’t answer. He was staring at the land far below. A shape swirled across the bare valley. A dust devil, a small whirlwind of sand. They were a common enough phenomena on Mars. Yet Zeke’s skin crawled. This devil formed the shape of a man.
“Scuff to Planet Zeke, are you reading me?” Scuff said loudly.
“What?” Zeke replied.
He looked again. The dust devil was gone.
“A lighter? For the cake,” Scuff said.
Zeke shook his head.
“Never send a boy to do a girl’s work,” came a voice. It was Trixie Cutter, the school bully, sitting nearby with a couple of her cronies. They were hunched over a round of Moonshakes, plotting her next black market scam.
Trixie straightened her perfect blond ponytail, dabbed more blusher on her scarlet cheeks, and winked.
Twelve birthday candles burst in
to flames.
Zeke and Trixie’s eyes met. She arched an imperious eyebrow, as if to say, ‘beat that,’ and returned to her group.
“Too big for her boots,” Scuff said, but in a low voice.
“Happy twelfth birthday,” Zeke said.
“Happy birthday,” Scuff added.
Pin-mei beamed and clapped her hands.
“Go on, make a wish,” Scuff said.
Pin-mei drew in a huge breath and blew out the flames. All three friends cheered.
“Here’s for a splendid year, Pin,” Zeke said.
“Ditto,” Scuff added. “No rockbots, psychos, or intergalactic demons.”
“I hope not,” Pin-mei said, and started to carve the cake into segments.
Scuff waved to a nearby drinksomac.
“Another round of cherry blasters.”
The trolley-like robot bleeped. It flipped open its chest console and pulled out three tall glasses, bubbling with red froth.
Scuff clinked his glass against Pin-mei’s and then Zeke’s.
“Four months ago we were in the bowels of that goddam volcano. And now look at us. On top of the world.”
“Well, alive and out of danger,” Zeke said.
“Don’t be a wet blanket,” Scuff replied. He brushed greasy yellow locks out of his froggy eyes. “We’re doing well in psychic studies, even you. That evil goblin Fitch Crawly is safely locked up. Even your spooky Martian powers are quiet. We’ve got a lot to celebrate.”
Pin sipped at her blaster, swallowed, and said, “You’re forgetting one very important matter. Zeke’s father.”
“Okey-dokey, you’ve got a point. But one day we’ll find out where he went in this big old galaxy. One day.”
Zeke stirred his drink with the straw. He looked glum.
“So,” Scuff went on hastily. “What’s it like being twelve. Feeling different?”
Pin-mei’s moon-shaped face frowned. “Not especially.”
“You will,” Scuff said. “It kinda creeps up on you. You don’t notice at first but it’s right there, under your nose.”
“Under your nose,” Zeke repeated, still stirring the straw.
Scuff nodded and puffed out his chest. “Exactly, you’re growing up, Pin.”
Zeke slammed his drink down. “No, that’s what Fitch said. Under your nose. My father’s whereabouts is right under my nose.”
Pin-mei cupped her hand over his. “Don’t let Crawley mess with your mind.”
“After all,” Scuff said, “we’ve scoured the school from rooftop to basement. Other than your father going on a mission called The Flying Dutchman Project, we found diddly-squat.”
“Guess so,” Zeke replied, sinking back into his seat.
“What could possibly be under your nose anyway?” Pin-mei asked, cocking her head to one side.
“Dunno,” Zeke said with a shrug.
Scuff put an arm around Zeke’s shoulder. “Exactly, bro. But ask Albie if it makes you feel better. As software goes, he’s pretty smart.”
Albie was a unique transport app, left behind on a DVD by Zeke’s missing father. Zeke had downloaded Albie onto his mountain bike and various other vehicles to improve their performance. Albie came with his own personality and was devoted to Zeke.
He sat bolt upright, his eyes as round as circles. “What did you say?”
Scuff frowned. “Nothing. Just go ask Albie if that helps. He’s tuned into every database on the planet.”
Zeke grabbed Scuff ‘s arm so hard the Canadian winced. “Albie! Albie’s under my nose.”
“Zeke, you’re getting your hopes up!” Scuff said.
“I’m going to find out,” Zeke said. He jumped up sharply and his chair tumbled over. “Right now!”
As Zeke hurried across the dusty courtyard, he recalled his arrival on Mars all those months before. At the time, the Ophir Chasma School for Psychic Endeavour reminded him of a city of termite mounds. Even now, as he approached the lofty Grand Hall, the parapets and alcoves looked like ancient coral. The Chasm, as the school was nicknamed, used to seem forbidding. Now it felt like home. Every psychic teenager came here to train for the Mariners Institute. Principal Lutz’s claim that it was ‘the most important school in the solar system’ was no idle boast.
Zeke passed through the huge arched doorway and down into the subterranean tunnels. A prehistoric river carved them from the bedrock two billion years before. The river dried up and for eons they lay empty. Then humankind arrived and converted them to store rooms and cubby holes. As well as bedrooms for the poorest students. Students like Zeke.
His bike was propped against the wall of his room, charging its magnetic coils. Just as he had left it.
“Albie.”
The bike lit up.
“Yes, Master Zeke?” the bicycle replied in its metallic voice.
Zeke paused. His pulses were racing. He was dying to find out if Albie knew anything, but he dreaded the disappointment if it did not.
“We’ve never talked about my father.”
“Coleridge Hailey, born—”
“Yes, Albie. I know when he was born. The crucial thing is where is he now.”
Albie’s circuits hummed for a split-second before it answered. “Current location unknown.”
Zeke chewed on his thumb. “Because…?”
“He went into Deep Space fifteen years ago. We cannot deduce where he has travelled since that time.”
“Yes, but where was he going when he began his journey?”
“Cepheus.”
Zeke sank into the chair. The answer he had sought for so long. Something that appeared so out of reach was actually there all the time. The room swayed.
“You mean, the constellation of Cepheus?”
“Affirmative, Master Zeke. Alpha Cephei to be precise, the brightest star in the constellation.”
“Why there?”
Albie hummed for an interminable time. “Would you like Master Coleridge to tell you himself, Sir?”
The words stuck to Zeke’s tongue. “Y-y-yes!”
The bike’s headlamp glowed into life, casting a holo-field into the centre of the room. Electric greens and blues shimmered and rippled before condensing into a shape. A tall, handsome man stood before Zeke. A man with blue hair and a lopsided smile. His father!
The hologram spoke. “My name is Cole Hailey. In case I don’t return, I am recording this for posterity. And for my son. What I am about to say is strictly classified.
“I am volunteering for a mission of extreme importance. For years now the Mariners have translocated into Deep Space. It’s a matter of urgency that we get the human exodus underway. But there is one huge problem. None of the Mariners translocating into Deep Space ever come back. Whether they go alone or at the helm of a colony ship, no one returns. For over a century we’ve been translocating inside the Solar System without the slightest of setbacks, so what’s going wrong with our longer trips?
“The Institute initiated Operation Flying Dutchman to find out. I’m to captain a far-ship into the heart of the galaxy and back. A crack team of scientists will accompany me and one way or the other, we will solve this. We must.
“My only fear is that I will not get back for my son’s birth.”
Cole stared directly into the camera. His eyes were watery.
“If you are watching, son, please know I do this because the fate of billions hangs in the balance. Unluckily for me, I’m the most qualified for the job. But duty is tearing my heart apart. Understand this, I—”
The hologram crackled and faded.
Zeke leapt to his feet. “Albie, where’s the rest of it?”
“That is all, Master Zeke, the holofile terminates there.”
Zeke threw himself onto his bed and cried.
Minutes passed. Zeke
sat up and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles.
“There’s only one person who can help me now.”
Chapter Two
Psychokinesis 101
Zeke fell through the door and into the shiny classroom. Thirty heads turned and stared.
“I’m disappointed,” boomed a deep voice from the front. It was the psychokinesis teacher, Mariner Bobby Chinook. He stood before the holoscreen, as tall and broad as a tree. Zeke looked into his Inuit face, the deep-set eyes, the prominent cheekbones, the aquiline nose.
“Sorry, Sir, overslept.”
Chinook raised a solitary eyebrow. “I could give you a tardy slip. Or I can use you in this experiment. Come here.”
Zeke gulped and walked through the sea of desks to the front. A medium-sized boulder rested beside the holoscreen. A feather and a dumbbell were on the teacher’s table.
Chinook gestured for Zeke to stand beside him.
“Face the class, Hailey. Take a deep breath and clear your mind.”
“That won’t be difficult,” Scuff called out from the back.
Chinook caught Scuff with his eagle-eyed gaze. Scuff coloured deeply and buried his head among his electrobooks.
Chinook placed both hands on Zeke’s shoulders. “Now young man, I want you to lift the feather. With your mind.”
Zeke glanced at Pin-mei, sitting in the first row. He winked. She grinned. He looked at the rest of the students, all frowning at him. Despite his claims of innocence, Zeke was still regarded as a co-conspirator in Fitch Crawley’s brief reign of terror. He sighed and focussed on the task at hand.
The feather fluttered upwards, one, two, three metres off the tabletop. It hovered in mid-air then drifted down again. Zeke flashed a cocky smile to friends and foes alike.
“Now the dumbbell.”
“What?” Zeke exclaimed.
“You heard.”
“But Sir, it must weigh ten kilos.”
“Twenty. Hurry up.”
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