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The man stared at the tome with such reverence that Sam wanted to slap him. “I don’t think I have to tell you,” Sam said, “to leave that bag sealed, to not lay even the tip of your fingernail on that thing. I’m trusting you here. ”
“I’ll keep it safe,” he assured her.
“Good. Run it up to the house, and tell him I dropped it off. ”
He nodded, and Sam walked away, toward home, toward sanity.
Chapter 32
Belém, Brazil
5. DEC. 2283
NO FUNCTIONAL POWER source served the building. There would be no shortcut via an elevator this time. The windowless stairwell was shrouded in pure blackness. Every step echoed along the huge vertical shaft. After thirty flights of stairs with a collapsible dolly cart in tow, Skyler’s thighs burned.
On three occasions Vanessa called a halt to the climb. Faint, phantom noises came from within the darkened floors of the office building. Rats, more than likely. Subhumans rarely sheltered themselves so far above street level. Dark stairs and strange sounds reminded Skyler of a dozen previous missions, most prominently the foray to Japan that changed his life forever, though he didn’t know it at the time.
At the end of each flight of steps they passed a door on the wall, labeled with the floor number and whatever business once occupied the space beyond. Most indicated various multinational banks, or local Brazilian financial institutions. At the fiftieth floor the sign brought a laugh to Skyler’s lips, one he quickly stifled. PLATZ GLOBAL FINANCE, it said. Each floor after that repeated the same name. The PGF logo on the outside of the building now made sense.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Skyler rounded a flight of the switchback stairs to see Vanessa waiting at one last door. The placard was in Portuguese, but it required no translation. They’d reached the roof access door.
A pictogram sign warned of high winds beyond, and as if to hammer home the point the door rattled slightly in its frame. With each gust, rain spattered against the other side of the barricade. Vanessa waited for Ana to join them, nodded to the group, and pushed open the door.
Outside the wind was stiff but not unmanageable, and anyway a thick guardrail ringed the entire roof. Rain sprayed around them in seemingly random directions, stirred by invisible vortices that roiled up the sides of all tall buildings.
Skyler’s boots crunched into thick gravel, soaked from the downpour but free of any standing pools. Drains hidden beneath the covering of white pebbles were functional, then, which implied the rooftop was likely stable. He scanned the roof, squinting as a spray of rainwater lashed his face. The surface he stood on ran around the outer edge, like a walkway almost, with that thick metal rail around the perimeter. Inset closer to the center of the roof was a raised square area, one meter high and twenty on a side, with a slightly angled roof of corrugated metal painted in bright white and slick with rain. There were ventilation ducts and electrical boxes along the low sidewall of the square, indicating that the space likely housed air-conditioning and elevator maintenance access.
The antenna assembly loomed diagonally across from the stairwell doorway’s position. Skyler studied the city as he walked around the edge of the roof, and quickly came to realize the fantastic vantage point this tower provided. Unlike the luxury hotel where they’d celebrated Ana’s birthday, which was boxed in on three sides and provided only a western view, this skyscraper had almost clear views in all directions. On a clear day, if Colton and the rest of his team brought their camera here, they could image a good part of the city without moving much at all.
Skyler saw the flaw in the plan immediately. Although the aura towers allowed the other scavenger teams to move about freely, no one yet knew how high their auras went. The assumption was, at least as high as the tower itself, but no one had yet seen the need to test it. So any such mission by the Eden crew would require environment suits. Not a deal breaker by any stretch, but perhaps a better plan would be for Skyler’s crew to borrow the camera for a day. He made a mental note to talk to Karl about testing the vertical height of the aura provided by the towers.
He and Pablo set to work on the comm antenna while Vanessa stood guard at the door. Ana, bored, began to wander the rest of the roof, studying the city below. As Skyler readied his gear, he watched her out of the corner of his eye until she returned to the stairwell door, said something to Vanessa, and reentered the stairwell.
Skyler was midway through cutting through the third of eight bolts when Ana emerged again. She shouted something. He cut power to the plasma torch and flipped protective goggles up from his eyes. Pablo already had his rifle in hand and was crouched defensively.
Ana was smiling, however. The largest smile Skyler had ever seen on her face. She raced over and grabbed his arm. “Forget that for a second—you have to see something!”
“See what? We’re halfway done. ”
“Trust me,” she said in a tone that left no room for argument. Her eyes had that reckless look in them that gave Skyler cause for worry.
Intrigued, he set the torch down and removed the heavy protective gloves that went with it. Ana bounced back to the stairwell door, forced to wait, once she reached it, for Skyler and Pablo to catch up.
“Come on,” she urged.
Next to her, Vanessa shrugged to indicate her lack of knowledge and followed Ana into the darkness.
Skyler bounded down the steps only to find the door on the landing open. Ana stood there, her grin too wide to dismiss as simple mischief. She waved him inside, behind Vanessa.
“First door on the left,” Ana said.
Vanessa went through first, her flashlight on at full brightness now, and Skyler could hear a sharp gasp escape her lips. He turned the corner and added his own light to the room beyond.
Not just a mere room, he realized instantly, but an aircraft hangar.
The raised square on the rooftop above them was not a housing for machinery; it was a door. A massive, retractable door big enough to allow a VTOL aircraft in and out. The space reminded him of the cargo hangar on Gateway Station.
Like a child in a museum, Skyler stared in pure delight at the sleek vehicle that dominated the floor of the room. Even in the wan illumination their flashlights offered, he could tell the plane was brand-new. Or had been, before the fall. If it had been flown ten times he’d have been shocked to hear it.
The sharp nose cone tapered back from a needlepoint to form a narrow fuselage. Unlike the Melville, which had four engines dangling at the ends of as many wings, this bird had its vertical thrusters tucked up against the main body, below a pair of folded-back wings that would extend during normal flight. Two huge thrusters were mounted atop the craft, near the back by the rear fin.
“Oh,” Pablo said from behind, “nice. ”
“Nice doesn’t begin to describe it,” Vanessa said. “It’s gorgeous. ” She strolled along the length of the hangar, her flashlight dancing across the white body of the plane.
Skyler cleared his throat. “Workman Aeronautics Silver Flute,” he said to no one in particular. “A Mark 5, I think. Executive class. ”
“Is it a good plane?” Ana asked from the doorway.
He turned to her and motioned with one hand for her to join him. When she did, he put an arm around her and squeezed. “Phenomenal. Very fast, and all latest flight systems and gadgets. ”
Ana beamed, and though Skyler studied the plane intently, he could tell out of the corner of his eye that the girl was looking at him, not the aircraft.
“Mind you it’s not military spec. It’ll have a luxury passenger cabin, I suspect,” Skyler noted. “Minimal cargo space for luggage and whatnot. And no suborbital capability. ”
“So it won’t work for us?” Ana asked.
Skyler squeezed her shoulder again to reassure her. “We can strip out most of the cabin, maybe even knock through to the cargo floor to expand the space.
The lack of thermal plating means we can’t drop from space, but that’s really just a range-extending feature. Besides, the only planes built with that feature were for use in Darwin. It wouldn’t have been a big selling point here. ” Absently he wondered what the craft’s maximum range was, his thoughts already on the three missing groups of towers.
“How will we get it out?” Vanessa asked, completing her circuit of the room. “I don’t see a manual override for the doors, and there’s no power. ”
“Portable cap?” Pablo offered.
“That would get the doors open,” Skyler agreed, “but the bird is likely dry, too, and we’ll need a lot more juice to spool it. ”
“So we run a line,” Ana said. “Find the nearest building with a reactor and run a cable up here. ”
Skyler cringed. Sixty floors with a spool of high-gauge cable. The effort would take days of backbreaking work. Still, this was the first aircraft they’d found in operable shape. In the early, chaotic days of SUBS, if there was one thing the rumor of a safe Darwin caused, it was that anyone with access to an aircraft took flight for the city. Thousands of planes crashed either in the chaos of takeoff, or when their caps ran dry on the long flight. Still more reached Darwin only to find crowded skies and a protective local population that swarmed many of the vehicles on landing. Most of those who did make it became scavengers, the airport being the only place they could find refuge.
“Skyler?”
He glanced at her and saw a hope in her eyes he’d not noticed before. He knew then she relished the idea of getting away from Belém. Whatever travel she’d experienced as a child was long gone, and the journey she and her brother had undertaken was nothing short of a nightmare. The city of Belém was home for her now, and home was something to flee for a girl of twenty-two years.
“Yes. Hell yes, let’s do it,” Skyler said. “The least we can do is see if it will power up. ”
Two technicians, formerly stationed on Anchor, were enlisted to help with the project. A good thing, too, since they devised a solution much simpler than Skyler’s: Restore power to the building.
Still, the job was complicated and difficult. They had to decouple a nearby shopping mall from its thor, snake heavy cable through Belém’s mottled streets, and find out where to make the necessary couplings in the electrical room three floors below the tower’s lobby. All of this had to be done with one loaned aura tower and occasional backup from the Tombstones scavenger crew. After four long days the techs were finally ready to flip the switch.
Skyler sat on the bumper of the APC, a half-eaten mango in his hand, the cabin’s small red LED providing the only light, since night had fallen an hour earlier. His radio crackled and one of the techs said, “Here we go!”
When the switch was thrown, Skyler thought the lights could probably be seen from space. Every other powered building in Belém was mostly dark, their bulbs burned out or systems simply switched off. Not this one.
As power coursed through its sixty floors, it seemed every single light in the building came on. The place glowed compared to the ghost town around it, and Skyler squinted in the sudden brightness pouring from the lobby.
“Wow,” Ana said from her perch on the bumper next to him. Pablo, seated on the ground a few meters away, let out an uncharacteristic hoot and raised one arm in celebration.
“Skyler. ” Vanessa’s voice, on the radio.
He snatched it up and spoke into it. “Are you seeing this? It’s amazing. ”
“You all better get inside,” she said. Vanessa had ventured into a building across the street, to relieve herself.
“Why?” he asked. The answer came to him before the word even left his lips. “Oh … subs. Yes, you’re right. ”
“They’ll come like moths to a flame. ”
“We’ll wait for you,” he said. “Hurry. ”
She did. The woman emerged from the gray building behind a few seconds later. Skyler covered her while Ana and Pablo jogged to the bright lobby. The two of them stopped at the door and took up positions on either side, scanning the avenue in both directions with their rifles.
Within seconds Skyler heard the grunts, the strangely human howls. Then shadows were moving at the edge of the illumination the building provided.
Skyler fired a few warning shots into the murky darkness as he followed Vanessa to the door. The crackle of gunfire echoed off the vacant buildings around them and rolled along the downtown streets like thunder.
Pablo began to fire, and Ana followed suit. Their rifles chattered as if in an argument. Skyler urged Vanessa forward, content to let the others handle any of the creatures that advanced.
He reached the door and immediately took a knee behind Pablo. Between short, rapid breaths he steadied himself and brought his rifle to the ready.
The street outside grew quiet.
Skyler counted three fresh subhuman corpses among the skeletons that already littered the streets. At the edge of his vision, he saw shadows recede into the blackness beyond. However many diseased were out there, they seemed as mesmerized by the lights as Skyler had been, and in no mood to join their pack mates in the dirt.
Ana fired once more. A single, startling round, and when Skyler looked he saw another subhuman, loping on all fours, stagger and crumple into the ragged asphalt wasteland beneath its feet.
Silence followed. Skyler put the radio to his lips and held down the transmit button. “Guys,” he said, “see if you can find a master switch for the lighting. A breaker or something, I don’t care. Just kill these lights. ”
“Copy that,” the response came.
Almost five minutes passed before the building suddenly plunged back into darkness. Other than a few emergency exit signs, and some accent lighting in the ceiling, the effect was complete.
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