Ethan got onto his knees and peered over the edge of the control panel, then spotted the camera lying on its side near the smashed monitor. He reached out, grabbed it and shoved it beneath his shirt before crawling along the walkway toward where Bryson was sheltering behind a bulkhead on the far side of the dome, firing intermittently.
Ethan yelled out above the deafening reports echoing around them.
‘Watch your fire! Don’t hit the sphere!’
A clattering series of bullet impacts smashed along the edge of the control panel near Ethan’s head and he crouched down, praying that the rounds were not strong enough to punch through the metal panels shielding him.
Bryson yelled back between shots.
‘To hell with the damned thing! I’m almost out of ammo, we need to move!’
‘Keep their heads down,’ Ethan replied. ‘I’ll get behind them and finish this!’
Bryson nodded as Ethan turned, running back along the walkway toward the opposite end. He reached the edge, where Katherine was sheltering behind Lopez, who was still firing shots at the IRIS troops.
‘I can’t hit them!’ she shouted at him. ‘I can only keep them pinned down!’
Ethan knew that the soldiers might break out any moment, regardless of the risk of getting hit. They were doomed where they were, unless they were carrying extra ammunition and could afford to wait it out. Either way, it was a risk Ethan could not afford to take. They had to get out of here and fast.
‘Just keep their heads down!’
Ethan leapt out of cover as Lopez fired off a volley, and slid down behind the chamber’s outer hatch once more. He checked his magazine, counting twelve rounds plus one in the barrel, then got up and jogged round the back of the giant sphere, leaping over thick power cables and exhaust vents. Clouds of dense steam billowed up from shattered pipe-work near the black-hole chamber, the warning beacons of the dome glowing through the whorls of vapor like rising suns.
He was almost halfway round when an IRIS soldier appeared and rushed toward him through the diaphanous swirls, aiming his rifle at Ethan’s head. Ethan dropped instinctively to his knees and brought his pistol up as the soldier’s first shot zipped past, Ethan’s sudden movement and the M-16’s recoil fouling the soldier’s aim.
Ethan squeezed the pistol’s trigger and saw a misty spray of blood from the soldier’s back as the bullet passed through his chest and exited between his shoulder blades. The soldier shuddered midstride and stumbled over the dense tangle of cables, collapsing onto his face with a thick pillar of steam blasting in billowing clouds around his body.
Ethan got up and kept his pistol trained on the motionless body as he stepped carefully forward. He saw a large exit wound in the soldier’s back, already thick with blood as the man bled out internally. He wouldn’t be waking up from this encounter.
Ethan stepped over the body and then saw the huge form of a man lunge at him from the other side of the pillar of steam. Ethan turned and whipped his pistol up, but before he could pull the trigger Olaf batted the weapon aside and ploughed into him like a freight train.
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Ethan was hurled backwards by the impact of Olaf’s immense bulk and crashed down onto a thick tangle of cables. Olaf’s knees dropped down either side of Ethan’s waist as a huge fist plummeted toward his face, the Nordic giant’s features glowing demonically in the diffuse light.
Ethan swung both of his arms sideways to intercept Olaf’s punch and drive it aside. Olaf’s thick knuckles cracked against the metal plates in the deck and the big man growled in pain as he grabbed Ethan’s pistol and tore it from his grasp. Olaf hurled the weapon out of Ethan’s reach and then plunged his hands down onto Ethan’s neck, leaning forward and driving all of his weight behind his muscular arms.
Ethan’s eyes bulged, his throat choked shut and his lungs swelled. Olaf, his eyes poisoned with hatred, his teeth gritted with fury, squeezed with a tremendous, unimaginable force. Stars of light sparkled and whirled in Ethan’s vision, his own arms ineffective against Olaf’s immense strength.
Ethan reached out and grabbed Olaf’s face before driving his thumbs deep into the killer’s eyes, pushing with his fingernails as he felt the soft tissue beneath the eyelids compress like a squashed orange. Olaf gagged and pulled his head back as he struggled to escape Ethan’s hands, before releasing his stranglehold and smashing Ethan’s arms apart to break his grip.
Ethan jerked his hips up and then yanked them down as he flicked his upper body forward and smashed his forehead into Olaf’s face. Olaf’s broad, thick nose collapsed with a deep crunch of shattered cartilage as a thick stream of dark blood splattered down across his vest. Ethan reached up for the pistol in Olaf’s shoulder holster, but the big man gripped his wrist and forced it aside.
Olaf heaved one arm back to swing another punch, but Ethan took full advantage of the clumsy maneuver and stabbed the fingers of his free hand like lances into Olaf’s bleary eyes. The giant growled and scrambled away from Ethan, releasing his wrist as he reached down for the pistol nestled in his shoulder holster and hauled it free to aim singlehanded at Ethan.
Ethan saw the pistol swing around to point at him, and in the fraction of a second before the moment of his death his marine corps training flashed through his mind and, rather than evading the weapon, he instead lunged toward it.
Ethan grabbed the pistol’s barrel with both hands and clamped them down tightly. Olaf squeezed the trigger with the pistol pointed at Ethan’s chest from point-blank range. The mechanism moved a fraction before jamming against Ethan’s fingers as he locked its movement and then shifted one hand to ram his index finger behind Olaf’s. With both of their fingers trapped behind the trigger, Olaf could not fire the pistol.
Olaf stared at Ethan in surprise but before he could respond Ethan rammed his right knee deep into the big man’s groin with all of his might. Olaf’s legs collapsed reflexively beneath him, and as he fell Ethan twisted and yanked his grip sideways across the pistol’s barrel, twisting it against the direction of Olaf’s fall.
Olaf howled in pain as Ethan twisted relentlessly aside, then crouched and drove his bodyweight into the maneuver. Olaf was forced sideways on his knees and his wrist trembled as it failed and then the pistol snapped from his grasp. The huge man scrambled away from Ethan and reached out for the discarded rifle of the dead soldier.
Ethan let himself fall away from Olaf and rolled onto his shoulder to come up the other side onto one knee with the pistol aimed double-handed at Olaf. Olaf whirled and pulled the rifle into his shoulder as Ethan squeezed the pistol’s trigger.
The bullet struck Olaf just to the left of center of his chest, a neat red stain appearing as if by magic on his vest. Olaf shuddered and stared at Ethan with his blue eyes wide and almost instantly lifeless. The tiny stain on his shirt spread in moments to encompass his entire torso as his heart, grossly oversized after years of steroid abuse, spilled his lifeblood at a tremendous rate.
Olaf’s huge arms trembled as the rifle dropped from his grasp, his once firm jaw hanging slack as he toppled over backwards and vanished amidst the swirling clouds of steam.
Ethan staggered, his balance uneven and his breath ragged in his damaged throat as he slowly got to his feet. He carefully picked his way forward over the cables to where Olaf lay and took the rifle from beside the man’s corpse. He turned and moved to the far side of the chamber where the IRIS troops were protecting Joaquin.
It was then that he realized that the firing had stopped.
Ethan peered out through the whirling clouds of steam. Hazard lights flashed like beacons through the fog at him as though he was in some infernal subterranean nightclub, and he could hear sirens as the smoke from the fires began setting off alarms. Then, above it all, he could hear Joaquin’s voice.
‘Olaf? Come out, Olaf! It’s over, we have them all!’
Ethan felt a crushing disappointment swamp him as he advanced a single pace to peer around
the edge of the black-hole chamber. Several IRIS troops lay dead behind or beside the computer banks, many of which sparked and smoldered from multiple bullet impacts. The remaining IRIS soldiers stood in the center of the dome with their weapons pointed at Bryson, Lopez and Katherine.
Behind the soldiers, using them as a shield, Joaquin called out again.
‘Olaf?! It’s over!’
Ethan shouted out in response. ‘I don’t think your little puppy is up to replying, Joaquin!’
A long silence ensued, during which he could almost sense Joaquin’s anguish.
‘Where is he, Warner? Bring him out here or I swear I’ll shoot Lopez dead right now!’
Ethan savored his reply.
‘He’s too heavy to carry,’ he shouted. ‘Most people are when they’re dead.’
Another silence followed and this time he could hear Joaquin’s voice cracking with suppressed rage.
‘It’s over, Ethan!’ he shouted. ‘Come out with your hands in the air where we can see you!’
Ethan thought hard about what Joaquin was willing to sacrifice in order to achieve his aims. It had become clear that the lives of other people, no matter how close they were, held little value for him. It was also clear that there was no way he would let Ethan, Lopez or Katherine Abell leave the facility alive, for to let them do so would bring an end to Joaquin’s insane scheme. Ethan stared up at the metal sphere towering above him, and realized that there was only one thing that Joaquin could not afford to lose.
‘It’s not over, Joaquin,’ he shouted back. ‘I’ve still got one play left.’
From the far side of the sphere, Joaquin laughed out loud.
‘You’re defeated, completely,’ he snapped. ‘I am holding a gun to Miss Lopez’s head. If you don’t show yourself in the next five seconds, I’ll kill her. I can afford to waste a hostage, Mr. Warner, because I have three of them. What can you afford to waste?’
Ethan gripped the M-16 tighter and set the fire-control switch to automatic. Then he strode out into plain view with the rifle pulled tight into his shoulder and trained ahead of him.
He saw the small knot of people turn to look at him as he appeared through the hissing steam clouds. Joaquin was holding a pistol to Lopez’s head, but to Ethan’s relief he saw that none of them had yet been restrained. The three remaining IRIS soldiers turned, aiming at Ethan. Bryson, standing between Katherine and Lopez, noticed instantly that there was no longer a weapon pointing at him. Having lost several men, the soldiers’ professionalism was starting to crumble.
‘Drop the weapon, Warner!’ Joaquin shouted.
‘I’d urge you to compromise,’ Ethan replied, edging toward them. ‘You still stand to lose. I have the camera.’
Joaquin shook his head and tutted.
‘And you say that I’m insane,’ he said. ‘You are once again outgunned, four to one. Lose the weapon or Lopez will lose her head, as will you. I will retrieve the camera from your cold, dead corpse.’
Ethan smiled grimly as he glanced up at the black-hole chamber beside him.
‘Then you’ll have to follow me to oblivion to get it.’
Ethan whirled and aimed at the giant metal plates of the black-hole chamber. In the instant that he aimed the weapon, he heard Joaquin’s terrified scream.
‘No!’
Ethan squeezed the trigger, and the rifle clattered and bucked in his grip as bullets smashed into the chamber’s walls.
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The metal of the sphere buckled violently under the blows, and then two rounds ricocheted off and hit one of the giant power generators. The bullets smashed their way into radiator vents, cables, wires and mounting bolts as a shower of sparks and metal fragments sprayed down onto the deck.
Ethan flinched, stopped firing, and looked up.
The panels held firm.
Joaquin’s laugh echoed around the dome and then he gestured to his men.
‘Kill him.’
Scott Bryson moved before any of the soldiers could pull their triggers. He grabbed one of them around the jaw and shoulders and lifted him off of his feet before yanking his head violently one way and then the other. Ethan heard a dull crackling sound as the soldier’s neck snapped like a dry twig. Holding the soldier’s limp corpse against his chest, Bryson grabbed the rifle that was still in the dead man’s grip and turned it toward Joaquin.
The tycoon leapt to one side, grabbed Lopez and shoved his pistol up under her jaw.
Ethan dropped onto one knee and aimed at the other two IRIS soldiers as they turned to defend their boss. In an instant, nobody could move. Bryson kept his rifle trained on Joaquin, the two IRIS soldiers held Bryson and Katherine Abell in their sights, and Ethan’s rifle was fixed on the soldiers.
‘Mexican stand-off,’ Bryson said as he looked at Joaquin. ‘Time for you to make your choice, little man. You want to die here, or in prison up top?’
‘Just shoot the asshole!’ Lopez shouted as she struggled against Joaquin’s grip.
Joaquin sneered at Bryson from behind Lopez’s long black hair.
‘You’ve already lost. You’ll never make it out of here alive and I already know that I’ll be in Puerto Rico tomorrow.’
Ethan’s eyes narrowed. ‘What the hell makes you think that?’
‘Because I saw tomorrow’s news!’ Joaquin shouted back. ‘I was there! This is all preordained, Mr. Warner. No matter what you do the future cannot be changed! It’s over for you, because you’re all going to die here and there’s nothing that you can do to stop that from—’
A deep cracking sound from behind Ethan cut Joaquin off in mid-sentence as it echoed across the dome. Ethan glanced over his shoulder, up at the sphere. Clouds of steam were drifting across the roof of the dome amid showers of sparks and the pulsing glow of warning beacons. From somewhere within the sphere emanated a deep humming sound, as though every atom in the facility were vibrating, and another deafening crack thundered through the dome.
Ethan saw the metal panel where his bullets had struck suddenly warp, the solid steel buckling like paper crushed in an invisible hand. A blast of steam and smoke billowed in a toxic cloud from the damaged electromagnet high above them and set off another smoke alarm. Ethan turned back to Joaquin.
‘Looks like everybody’s time is running out,’ he said with a tight grin. ‘We should all leave, right now.’
Joaquin shook his head, his face suddenly racked with panic and desperation.
‘We can’t leave!’ he shouted. ‘You’re not going anywhere!’
Katherine looked at her husband.
‘If you leave now, with us, then this is all over, Joaquin! There’ll be no hard evidence to convict you! We can fight this, together!’
Another pair of deafening cracks thundered out from inside the sphere. Ethan flinched in shock as he guessed that the failed electromagnets were destabilizing the containment field. With the delicate repulsive balance within the chamber lost, the black hole was beginning to drag on the sphere around it. It would only be a matter of moments before the panel failed, and with it the whole facility.
‘The chamber’s going to breach!’ Ethan shouted at Joaquin.
Joaquin shook his head and gestured to the control panel nearby.
‘Widen the field from the remaining generators,’ he ordered one of his men. ‘Compensate for the imbalance!’
The soldier obeyed instantly and ran across to the control panel to stare at the endless array of screens, dials and instruments.
‘How?’ he shouted.
Joaquin jerked Lopez toward the panel, one eye on Ethan and the other on the buckling panel high up on the sphere.
‘Use the touch-screens!’ Joaquin ordered. ‘Fourth on the left!’
More sirens began going off as the black hole began to collapse the sphere. Ethan felt the metal panels beneath his boots begin to vibrate, numbing his legs as he kept his weapon trained on the IRIS soldier still aiming his weapon at Bryson.
‘We’re wasting time,
Joaquin!’ Ethan warned him. ‘We’re all going to die!’
‘That one there!’ Joaquin shouted at the soldier, ignoring Ethan.
Everyone watched the soldier as he began pressing buttons on the screen before him. Ethan moved further away from the sphere as he glanced up at the damaged panel to see it bowed inward like a convex lens, rivets trembling under the unimaginable force.
‘It’s too late,’ Ethan shouted. ‘It’s going to fail.’
The IRIS soldier finished his adjustments and Ethan felt the vibrations in the panels beneath his feet cease as the deep hum faded away. Joaquin’s face illuminated with a bright smile as he laughed out loud.
‘It is over! Nothing anybody does makes any difference!’ he cried out in delight. ‘The future cannot be changed. I cannot die here today!’
Lopez stared up at the trembling panel in the dome, ignoring the pistol at her throat. Bryson, still holding the dead soldier against his chest, glanced up at it, too, just as a tiny sound tinkled above the hiss of steam and alarms. Ethan turned his head and saw a single rivet bounce down the side of the sphere to hit the metal floor plates with a high-pitched twang.
Ethan turned to Lopez.
‘Cover, now!’
Joaquin’s face collapsed into terror as with a final rending screech of metal torn through metal the panel imploded inward, ripped like tissue paper as it vanished from sight to be replaced by a writhing bolt of blue-white plasma that snaked from within to envelop the power generator like a ghostly hand.
Ethan hit the deck as a screaming noise wailed through the dome. He glimpsed rippling streams of water vapor and ice that were plucked from the air of the dome, flowing like a writhing river into the unimaginable blackness within the chamber. In an instant the failed power generator was torn from its roof mountings and smashed through the wall of the sphere with a terrific crash and another blaze of pure energy that seethed across the ceiling of the dome and fell like white hot rivulets of rain down toward the deck.
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