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Third Transmission

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by Jack Heath


  A red dot had appeared on the window. Kyntak was home, and ready to meet him. Six switched off the laser pointer.

  He wondered whether to stay up here. It was where he had planned to keep watch from, after all. Would Ace be offended if she woke up to find him gone? Or if he went back, would she be creeped out to wake up and find him still there, sitting on the bed?

  He glanced at his watch: 6.03. It was time for her shift anyway. He thought about letting her sleep through it, and then concluded she’d be angry at him later if he didn’t wake her up.

  He climbed down the stairs.

  The bedroom door was open.

  Had he closed it? He walked through the doorway, and flinched, startled. Ace was already up. She was standing in the centre of the room, staring at him.

  And she had four arms.

  One of the hands was holding a gun to her temple. Another one covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide.

  Nightmare, Six thought, heart hammering against his lungs. This has got to be a nightmare.

  Then he saw that she had four feet, and suddenly the illusion was swept away. This wasn’t a nightmare, and Ace hadn’t grown extra limbs during the night. There was someone crouched behind her, pressing a gun to her head.

  The hand left Ace’s mouth. It didn’t matter if she screamed now.

  It took Six a quarter of a second to draw his handgun, take aim at the hand next to Ace’s head, and click the safety off. But he couldn’t fire. If he shot the intruder’s hand, he or she would probably pull the trigger on refiex. Same deal if Six shot the intruder in the legs. If a bullet hit the intruder anywhere other than the skull or the heart, Ace was dead. And the intruder’s head and chest were behind Ace’s torso.

  ‘Six,’ Ace said. ‘I’m sorry.’

  ‘Drop the gun,’ came a voice from behind her. Male. Firm.

  Ace’s stomach churned. It hadn’t seemed real until the man spoke. Awaking to find a rough palm clamped over her mouth, a cold gun barrel pressed against her head – she’d still been too sleepy to panic until she heard his voice. But now her mind was whirling.

  He wasn’t a time-soldier, as far as she could tell. And these weren’t ChaoSonic tactics. So this man probably worked for Vanish.

  Is he after me, or Six? Ace wondered. Or both? Will he shoot me, or does he need me alive?

  ‘You first,’ Six said to the gunman. It was a poor bluff.

  It looked to Ace as though Six’s gun was aimed at her. She hoped it was actually pointed at an exposed part of the man behind her, and that Six hadn’t lost his aim from fatigue.

  ‘Put it down,’ the intruder said. ‘Or she dies.’

  The gun pressed a little harder against her skull. Ace’s heart pounded like a timpani. He didn’t sound like he was making empty threats. He sounded completely willing to blow her brains out.

  ‘Who do you work for?’ Six demanded.

  Stalling, Ace thought. Distracting him.

  ‘That’s outside the scope of your responsibilities,’ the intruder said calmly. ‘Your concern right now is your girlfriend’s life.’

  Ace bit her lip. She figured if Six put the gun down, they were both dead. Not right now – but when Vanish arrived he’d probably kill her to protect his new identity, then scoop out Six’s brain and replace it with his own. Whereas if Six opened fire, Ace would probably die, but Six would probably survive.

  Say something brave, she thought. Tell him to shoot the intruder through me. Tell him to save himself.

  She tried. But nothing came out. She tried again. ‘I don’t want to die,’ she blurted out.

  ‘Of course you don’t,’ the intruder said. ‘So tell him to drop the gun.’

  Ace said nothing. Fear and shame fought for dominance in her mind.

  Six was as still as a statue. But she could see him thinking, hard and fast. This was a boy who could divide 53 by 31 in his head. If anyone could think of a way out of this –

  ‘I’m losing patience with you,’ the gunman said.

  Ace saw a change in Six’s expression. He’d stopped thinking. Some kind of decision had been made.

  ‘Listen to me very carefully,’ Six told the intruder. ‘Ace’s life means much –’

  ‘So ditch the pistol,’ the man said. Ace took a shaky breath, wondering if it would be her last.

  ‘Let me finish,’ Six whispered. Ace saw a droplet of sweat run down his neck. ‘Her life means much more to me than yours.’ He paused. ‘So if you let her go, I will let you go.’

  ‘You have three seconds,’ the intruder said.

  No, Ace thought. Please, no.

  ‘Please don’t make me kill you,’ Six said, teeth clenched.

  ‘Two.’

  Ace said, ‘Six!’

  ‘One.’

  ‘Don’t!’ Six said. He spread his arms wide in a gesture of surrender, letting his pistol face the wall. ‘All right. Don’t shoot.’

  Ace’s hands trembled at her sides. The gun was still against her head.

  ‘Put it down,’ the intruder said.

  Don’t do it! Ace thought. We’ll both die!

  ‘Okay,’ Six said. ‘I’m putting it down. Just don’t hurt her.’

  He reached out towards the desk with his gun hand – and then he pulled the trigger.

  Ace saw the gun kick in his grip. The bullet slammed into the lead wall at a 60-degree angle, leaving a star-shaped scorch mark, then it ricocheted outwards. Ace felt her hair blow aside as the bullet zipped behind her back and punched through the intruder’s face.

  There was a spray of blood and she yelped and ducked, but the man’s gun hand was lifeless. His body hit the floor with a slack thud.

  ‘Are you okay?’ Six asked.

  For an absurd second, Ace thought he was talking to the dead intruder. She pressed both hands to her chest, feeling her heart slam against its cage and her lungs inflate and deflate rapidly, but all losing momentum. A decelerating symphony of life under her fingers.

  ‘Lead walls,’ she panted. ‘Good for something.’

  ‘Damn right,’ Six said. ‘Are you hurt?’

  She shook her head. ‘I’m fine.’ Thanks to you, she thought. Again.

  ‘Let’s get out of here.’

  ‘There’ll be more out there,’ she said. ‘Guys like that never hunt alone.’

  Six nodded. ‘I’m thinking four to six commandos, probably with assault weapons. And they’ll have heard the gunshot.’

  ‘Is there a secret way out? A tunnel or something?’

  ‘Sorry. More ways out meant more ways in, so I designed it with just the one door.’

  ‘How did that guy get in?’

  Six looked worried. ‘I have no idea,’ he said.

  Ace thought about the distance from the front door to the stolen car. About 25 metres, all very exposed. It would take her and Six maybe ?fteen seconds to get to the car. That was a lot of time for whoever was out there to take pot shots at them. They’d be ducks at a carnival shooting range.

  But what was the alternative? They couldn’t just barricade the basement and wait for Vanish’s troops to give up and leave. Especially when they didn’t know how that first intruder had broken in. What was to stop the others from entering the same way?

  They needed an escape method that the commandos wouldn’t be prepared for.

  ‘Six,’ she said. ‘I’ve got an idea.’

  The commando jammed his finger into his ear, depressing the transmission button on his earpiece. ‘Interior One, Interior One,’ he said. ‘Come in, over.’ Then, after a pause, ‘Interior One, do you read? Over.’

  He was crouched behind a refuse bin near the gutter. He could see another commando lying flat on the grass beneath the front window of the target’s house. A third was poised on the roof, cradling an automatic rifie loaded with rubber ammunition in one arm, and a sledgehammer in the other. The fourth was out of sight around the back of the house.

  A minute ago, he’d heard what might have been a gunshot inside. Now the
inside man had broken radio contact. There seemed to him to be two likely explanations for this. A: Interior One has shot one of the two targets and is lying in wait for the other. B: Interior One is dead.

  We can’t wait any longer, he thought. If he’s dead, we need to move in now. If he’s alive, it will distract the targets. It won’t compromise his position. He grabbed the iron tube used to break down doors, and pushed the button on the earpiece again.

  ‘All units,’ he hissed. ‘Move in! Now!’

  He ran towards the door. The commando on the roof raised the sledge, and at the same moment the one by the window scrambled to his feet and swung the butt of his rifie towards the glass.

  Clank! That was the sledge hitting the roof. Bonk – the gun colliding with the window. And thud!The iron tube hit the door and bounced off without leaving a dent, and the commando stumbled backwards.

  He boggled at the house. The window was still in one piece, and the roof was apparently undamaged. The whole damn building looked exactly like it had when they found it.

  And then he saw that the window was no longer opaque. There was a blinking red light in the centre.

  It took his brain a split second to figure out what that might mean and then he roared ‘Down!’ at the others and then –

  BOOM!

  He was slammed onto the grass, and thick chunks of glass landed all around him. Raising his head, he saw the commando on the roof stagger and fall to the ground, dropping the sledgehammer halfway down.

  And then a motorbike fiew out the window, engine screaming. The wheels churned the air until they hit the grass and then they shredded it into mud and the motorbike blasted forwards, howling out onto the road.

  The two targets were on it.

  The commando pulled his pistol off his belt. The rubber rounds wouldn’t puncture the tyres, but they’d hurt like hell if they hit the targets, and might just knock them off the bike. He pulled the trigger, and kept pulling until the magazine was empty. Projectiles thunked against the rear fairing of the bike. One hit the boy’s helmet and one cracked the window of the house across the street but that was it. Suddenly they were gone, leaving behind only a stench of scorched rubber and a whirlwind of cobalt-blue smoke.

  No way to catch up with them. Mission failed.

  ‘All units withdraw,’ the commando shouted, and they all ran back to the van.

  ‘Nice driving,’ Six yelled, arms wrapped around Ace’s waist. His voice felt loud and blunt inside his helmet.

  ‘I don’t think they’re following,’ Ace said. She swerved into a darkened alleyway and skidded to a halt in the shadows between streetlights.

  Six held his breath. No van came roaring down the road.

  ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Where to?’

  ‘How secure is King’s house?’ she asked.

  Six thought about it. ‘Secure enough,’ he said.

  When he saw Six on the doorstep, King didn’t glance around to check his front porch was otherwise empty. He didn’t even say hello. He just launched forwards and hugged Six so tightly Six could hardly breathe.

  ‘Hi, boss,’ Ace said from behind them. ‘Mind if we come in?’

  King released Six. ‘Sure,’ he said. His eyes were red around the edges. He stood aside, and Ace walked through the doorway. Six didn’t follow.

  ‘You’re not coming in?’ King asked.

  Six shook his head.

  ‘What?’ Ace turned. ‘Why?’

  ‘I have to go to the Tower,’ Six said. His eyes met King’s. ‘My next mission.’

  King nodded. ‘Of course.’

  There was a long silence. Six knew King sometimes had trouble expressing himself, particularly when it came to farewells. Six shared this problem – anything too casual and it seemed like he didn’t care the person was leaving, too intimate and it sounded as though he didn’t expect to see them again.

  ‘Good luck,’ King said finally.

  ‘Thanks,’ Six replied. ‘See you when I get back.’

  King nodded, and walked back into the house.

  ‘I see where you get it,’ Ace whispered.

  ‘Yeah,’ Six said. ‘But I could have done a lot worse.’

  ‘I can come with you,’ Ace said. ‘On the mission. I can help.’

  ‘Thanks. But I have to do this on my own.’

  Ace went quiet for a moment. A fragment of their earlier conversation surfaced in Six’s mind: You can be pretty certain that you’ll die on a mission – it’s just a matter of guessing which one.

  Is this my last mission? he wondered. Will I see her again? Is that what she’s thinking about?

  ‘Then call me when it’s over,’ Ace said. She placed a hand on his shoulder. Squeezed it. ‘Okay?’

  ‘Okay.’

  Six started walking back up King’s driveway towards the motorbike.

  Aren’t there things you’ve never done?

  He heard Ace turn away and touch the doorhandle.

  Things you’d like to do before you die?

  Yes, he realised. There are.

  Suddenly he was facing the house again. He was walking back towards the doorway. Then he was running. Then Ace held out her arms, and Six stepped forwards into her embrace, resting his palm against her cheek as he pressed his lips clumsily against her smile. Her skin was soft and warm. Her hair smelled faintly like a fruit-flavoured soft drink. He held one hand to her back and felt her heartbeat and thought he’d never touched anything so perfect.

  Their mouths parted. She stared at him.

  Was that a mistake? Six thought, suddenly terrified. Did I misjudge everything?

  ‘Six,’ she said.

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Come back alive,’ she said. ‘So we can go on that date.’

  Six felt his mouth pull into a grin against his will. ‘Okay,’ he said.

  ‘Okay,’ she said.

  And he walked away again, and when he turned his head to look back, she was still watching him with a smile as strong as his.

  FROM ABOVE

  The F-60 fighter jet blasted through the night sky, dirty clouds sweeping across its ocean-grey flanks. The sky grew darker as the altitude increased – less and less fog was separating it from outer space.

  Six was lying in a triangular pod fused to the bottom of the jet. On the inside, it wasn’t so different from the torpedo he’d been in yesterday morning. Cramped, dark, noisy. There was a little more leg room, because the pod’s fuel tank was smaller. The safety harness was bigger and more intricate. And there was a small window in front of his face, through which he could see the fading lights of the City.

  Kyntak’s voice came through Six’s headset. ‘You did what?’

  ‘I kissed Ace,’ he said again. He was still grinning. This was the best he’d ever felt going into a mission. In fact, this might be the best he’d ever felt, end of story.

  ‘No way!’ Kyntak said.

  ‘Yes way.’

  ‘With tongue?’

  ‘Kyntak!’

  Six could picture Kyntak grinning mischievously in the cockpit. ‘Well, congratulations! I didn’t even know you liked her.’

  ‘Neither did I, until yesterday,’ Six admitted.

  ‘What happened yesterday?’

  ‘I got burned by acid and she saved me.’

  ‘I saved you,’ Kyntak said.

  ‘You saved me from being burned alive – she saved me from dying of infection.’

  ‘So she’s your knight in shining armour, then.’

  ‘Yeah. Plus, you should see her drive.’

  Six realised that he’d never actually experienced happiness before. He’d thought of himself as being happy when no-one was shooting at him, or when he had no physical injuries, or when he’d finished a mission and no-one had been killed. But happiness had been defined by a lack of bad events rather than the presence of good ones.

  He’d seen real happiness on other people’s faces, but had never really understood the power of it until now. It ?lled you with
a volatile energy that enhanced your senses, making the world seem warmer and brighter, and it made you want to fiex every muscle in your body. Ridiculous as it seemed to him, Six’s toes were wiggling in his shoes.

  He had been relieved to hear that no-one, besides Vanish’s troops, had died in the explosion. Kyntak had made sure everyone was out of the building before the bomb went off. Now the other agents were mostly recovering at their own homes, although a few had congregated in Jack’s basement to discuss the future of the organisation.

  Vanish’s body hadn’t been recovered.

  ‘Are you sure you’re ready for this mission?’ Kyntak was asking.

  ‘Definitely,’ Six said. ‘I’ve never felt better.’

  ‘That’s what I meant. Are you in the right mindset?

  Are you going to be able to focus?’

  ‘Yep,’ Six said. ‘Before, going in, I was always thinking one thing – that I didn’t want to die. But now I’ve got something more than that. Now I actually want to live.’

  ‘That’s really cheesy,’ Kyntak said.

  ‘That’s exactly what Ace would say,’ Six said, smiling in the dark.

  And then the missile hit the jet.

  Six’s forehead slammed against the thick plastic window as the pod lurched, and sparks burst in his eyes. ‘Kyntak!’ he roared. ‘What the hell was that?’

  ‘It’s ChaoSonic!’ Kyntak shouted. Six could hear the screaming of alarms in the background. ‘Looks like someone noticed our flight-path registration was bogus – they’re shooting missiles at us!’

  Six tightened the safety straps across his chest. ‘How bad are we hurt?’

  ‘They just clipped the port wing, we’re okay, but I can’t see them, can’t shoot back –’

  BOOM! The jet lurched again and Six saw a spray of fire flash past the window, then a few belches of smoke.

  ‘Kyntak, talk to me!’

  The plane jerked underneath him as Kyntak fired two missiles of his own. Six heard the hiss of the exhaust trails as they blasted away, then a distract crackas one of them detonated.

  ‘Kyntak!’

  ‘Yeah, I got him,’ Kyntak said. ‘He’s turning back. But there’s more coming.’

 

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