Preying for Keeps

by Mel Odom

  Without warning, the keening of the drill changed pitches.

  Trey, standing tightly muscled behind the tool, suddenly surged forward, then cut the power. He pushed his goggles up on his face and wiped away dust and plascrete chips. Stepping back, he pulled the bit out of the three-centimeter hole. “I’m through.”

  Archangel moved forward and peered through the hole. The flash beam was bigger than the drill bit had been, and the residual light bounced back over her face. “I see it.”

  When she moved back to the gear she’d brought, Skater shone his flash through the drilled hole. He could barely see the thick cable trunk to his right, only three or four centimeters away. From what he could make of the room on the other side of the wall, it was an electronics sublet. Banks of service computers filled two of the walls. A desk and a chair sat in front of the third wall, but no one was there.

  Skater turned to Trey. “You didn’t say there was an office.”

  “Those are just back-up and relay stations. There’s no reason anyone would come down here much.” Archangel held a probe device with a flexible end in her hand. A small monitor on the other end above a waldo flickered to life when she turned it on. “Arthoscope. I should be able to implant a tap into the circuitry.” She flexed her hand, and the long probe wiggled in response.

  Skater peered over her shoulder as she inserted the probe into the hole. The monitor was rendered in gray tones and showed the thick trunk of the cable. It swelled until it filled the whole screen.

  Archangel worked the controls and a humming became an undercurrent running through the room. On the small screen, a tube restricted the camera eye’s view and sank into the trunk. The end of the tube was jagged, cut at an angle and filled with sawteeth. There was a buzz, then a circular section of the outer shell of the trunk about the size of a shirt button tumbled inside.

  Adjusting the focus of the camera, Archangel brought the wiring inside into view. She worked quickly and confidently. The tap looked like an ovoid insect with six stumpy legs. A heartbeat later, the legs wrapped around one of the wires.

  “That should get me into their system.” Archangel said. She fed a datajack with attached line through the scope and linked up. The other end slotted into her deck, then she jacked into the unit.

  Skater moved toward the deck and activated the floppy-screened display Wheeler had set up so he could monitor Archangel’s progression through the NuGene system. In case things went really bad for her, he could attempt to manually pull her out. Dealing with dump shock beat certain death from black or gray killer IC.

  Archangel formed on the screen, a lambent green version of herself with feathered wings almost a meter longer than she was tall. The setup usually only showed the decker’s point of view, but Archangel had modified it to also show the persona icon she used to maneuver in the Matrix by creating a double-image that shadowed her moves. The words I’M HERE typed across the bottom of the screen as she used the one-way communications link.

  Then icon flapped its wings and the world of cyberspace came to life around her.

  Archangel flew through multicolored flares of data pulsing through NuGene’s system. The System Access Node was the first to challenge her. A gray gargoyle of a thing with amputated leathery wings and a face full of scars, it rose from the asteroid that blocked the path Archangel wanted to take. Broken silver chains hung from its thick wrists.

  She paused and plucked a feather from her wings. She held it in her open palm and blew it at the fist-waving gargoyle. When the green feather touched the SAN, the feather popped, then the gargoyle calmed and sat back down on his prison of rock. A pucker opened in the rock and Archangel swooped toward it, her wings tightly closed around her.

  FAKED PASSCODE WORKED, Archangel transmitted as the world went black around her.

  Skater felt tense, counting the seconds that she’d disappeared. Then the Matrix appeared again, becoming a shimmering waterfall that represented NuGene’s central switching office.

  Archangel exploded through the rainbow-colored spray, her wings spread. It looked like a hundred different tunnels were stacked on the river’s surface ahead of her. IF THIS BROWSE PROGRAM WORKS, ONE OF THE TUNNELS SHOULD—

  One of the tunnels darkened. Archangel swooped toward it. almost out of control. I’M IN. NOW IF THE DECEPTION AND SLEAZE UTILITIES WORK, I SHOULD BE AT THE CPU IN SECONDS.

  Skater knew Archangel had set up her icon to resemble a preventive maintenance program that was used primarily in elven computer systems. Whether it would get her into the heart of the security-encoded CPU was another matter.

  Suddenly, the tunnel she was in widened and became a hexagon, then just as quickly shifted into a museum wall of niches filled with precious artifacts. NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHICH ONE WE WANT.

  Archangel stood in the center of the room. A glow surrounded her, golden and full. Jagged scarlet threads unfurled from her fingers and snaked out toward the various artifacts.

  In just a few seconds, a porcelain cup formed from a casting of a leaping dolphin pulsed with white-hot energy. She walked toward it. GOT IT!

  Before she could touch it, a green cloud swirled into the room, and a gnarled elf formed only a few meters away. He was rail-thin and hunch-backed, with pince-nez sitting on his blade of a nose. He demanded that Archangel identify herself.

  IT’S NOT BUYING THE PREV-MAINT DISGUISE, she transmitted. I’M BOOTING IN A RELOCATE UTILITY. MAYBE IT WON’T KNOW WE’RE INSIDE THE BUILDING.

  Skater watched in tense silence. He’d never seen Archangel do her work before. He didn’t like the helpless feeling it left him with.

  I’M GOING TO TRY TO GET THE FILE AND DOWNLOAD IT. SINCE I’M NOT TAKING ANYTHING OR CRASHING ANYTHING, MAYBE THE DISGUISE WILL HOLD. The winged creature reached for the cup, her fingers barely touching the surface. The deck hummed against Skater’s palm, downloading the information.

  Then the wizened elf exploded, becoming a humanoid figure that looked like it was made of obsidian. Fires shifted beneath its glassy skin as it closed on Archangel.

  Her wings unfurled, Archangel stepped away from the cup as she assumed a defensive posture. She plucked another feather from her wings and threw it like a dart at the obsidian elf. The feather struck and was absorbed. Immediately, the killer IC showed in its approach. I’VE GOT A SLOW UTILITY TAGGED TO IT, FOLLOWING UP WITH ATTACK UTILITIES.

  The figure reeled under the attack. Then it threw a complex multi-colored cube at Archangel. Before it reached her, a mirrored barrier rose around her. The cube struck sparks from it, and the colors clung to the shiny surface, whirling madly within it. TAGGED ME. THOSE VIRUSES ARE EATING AWAY AT MY DEFENSES. I’M GOING FOR IT. She stepped from the protective barrier and grabbed the cup as the obsidian figure threw itself at her, its scarred face twisted in rage.

  NO WAY TO BE QUIET ABOUT THIS NOW, Archangel transmitted. She shattered the cup against the stone floor and breathed in all the cinnamon-brown vapors that came up from it. The obsidian figure was almost on top of her when she wrapped her wings around herself and disappeared. JACKING OUT! The screen went blank.

  Alarms shuddered to life within the building.

  Skater activated the commlink. “Okay, we’re blown. Grab the gear and get ready to beat feet.”

  Duran growled an affirmative.

  “There!” a voice on the other side of the wall yelled. “They drilled through the wall. Look at that mess!”

  With a groan, Archangel sat up, pulled the probe, and snatched the cord from her datajack. She was pale, and dark circles showed under her eyes.

  A wavy shimmering left Cullen Trey’s hand and shot through the hole. An instant later, he turned to face Skater with a smile. “Those guards won’t bother us now, but there’ll be more.”

  Archangel got to her feet and grabbed her gear with difficulty as Skater laced his hands together and let her step up into them. She slid her deck over her shoulder, then pushed up, almost tumbling over backward but managing to grasp the pipe
’s lip. “What’d you get?” he asked.

  “More than I expected.” Archangel pulled herself into the pipe, but kept on talking. Her voice echoed and resonated within the confines. “I’ll have to decode it to figure out everything.”

  On the other side of the wall, security alarms cut loose with all the flair of a mauled barghest.

  “NuGene has created some kind of new organic replacement tissue.” she said, switching over to the commlink as she made her way down the tunnel.

  Skater helped Trey up, watched the mage disappear into the pipe, then reached up and pulled himself along with considerable effort. He lost a couple layers of skin off his cheek as he wormed his way in.

  Skater knew it was only his imagination, but the pipe felt tighter as he crawled back to the drainage spillway. He pushed the claustrophobic thoughts aside and tried to figure out how the hell they were going to get out of here. They couldn’t go back the way they came, so it seemed the only choice was to go deeper into the city.

  “Dragonfletcher was working security.” Archangel said over the commlink. “The kicker is, he’d linked up with someone in Seattle who was supposed to help him handle things at that end.”

  “I’ll bite.” Wheeler said. “Who?”

  “Conrad McKenzie.”

  “Not Lone Star?” Duran asked.

  “No.”

  Skater considered that, feeling the suppositions turn suddenly nasty in his head. “How long has that been going on?”

  “From the quick take I got while downloading files,” Archangel said, “the earliest mention of McKenzie was maybe a couple months ago.”

  Skater started through the bend, working to stave off the increased panic that flooded through him as soon as he felt his shoulders wedge. Gently, he loosened them and went on. “Does Silverstaff know about McKenzie?”

  “There’s no way to be certain.”

  A blast echoed through the pipe from the other end. Skater felt the heat and force of it wash over him. Voices followed, sounding loud and excited. He pushed himself harder, trying to get around the bend. If the NuGene security guards fired up into the pipe, he’d be an easy target. The ragged plascrete burned across his back, shredding fabric.

  The deep basso baying of dogs on the hunt sounded. A clatter of nails scratching frantically at metal rattled through the pipe. Then the howling resonated differently, letting Skater know the dogs were inside the pipe.

  “Move.” Duran yelled over the commlink. “Those fragging yabos have sicced beasties on you.”

  At the end of the pipe, Archangel pulled herself out and fell. Trey hesitated, watching her. Hearing the clatter of claws coming closer, Skater reached forward and grabbed the mage’s foot. Bracing himself against the side of the pipe and wedging in tight, he shoved the foot as hard as he could.

  With a cry of protest, Trey scooted out of the pipe and went down, flailing haphazardly. Water splashed and there were some painful grunts.

  When he was within reach, Skater grabbed the lip of the pipe and hauled himself through just as the first pair of reddish eyes gleamed in the shadows behind him. He twisted as he fell, bringing the boosted reflexes on line as he reached for the Predator. His hand closed around the cold grip an instant before he slammed against the bottom of the drain pipe.

  Elvis was facing the pipe’s mouth with his forearm snap blades bared. The carbide tips gleamed darkly. “Get clear, chummer.” he told Skater.

  Duran was on one side of him, holding a pair of full-size Cougar Fine Blade knives in a martial arts stance, and Wheeler was on the other, wearing his jacket wrapped around his arm and waving a stun baton above his head.

  Archangel had Trey by the arm and was hurrying him out of the way. Elvis’s jacket was lying in the water where she’d dropped it.

  The first animal to appear was a huge black Labrador with bullet-proof armor over its head and chest. The pink tongue lolled out over the ivory fangs for just an instant, then it launched itself at the troll. The reflexes as well as the distance of the dog’s jump let Skater know it was razored. It streaked for Elvis’s throat at once, almost too fast for the troll to counter. The snap blades crashed against the dog’s skull plate with enough force to shoot sparks, and the dog sank its fangs into Elvis’s shoulder instead of ripping out his throat.

  Then Skater’s attention was yanked back to his own situation. Another dog, this one big and heavy, but not as immediately identifiable, leaped from the pipe and landed on Skater’s chest with enough weight to knock the wind from his lungs and put him flat on his back in the running water.

  He didn’t know how many other dogs came out of the pipe, but the sounds of animal growls and the team fighting for their lives blotted out all other noises. Struggling, the teeth only centimeters from his eyes, the stink of the dog’s fetid breath over his face, he managed to leverage an arm under the animal’s chin and keep it momentarily at bay.

  The claws ripped at him, the slashing efforts blunted by the wetsuit. Hot saliva dripped on his face as the dog whined and growled in its frustration to get at him. Skater smashed the dog on the end of the snout with the Predator’s barrel, drawing blood and a sudden yelp of pain.

  The dog shook its head and backed away. Skater rolled to his knees, but before he could get to his feet, the animal launched itself at him, mouth gaping almost wide enough to clamp down on Skater’s entire face.

  Using the lightning-fast reflexes available to him, Skater rammed his right hand, pistol and all, into the dog’s mouth. Before the fangs could close and break the skin of his arm, he fired three shots. The bullets cored through the back of the animal’s head and sent it into spasmodic quivers. As the corpse shuddered to the ground, Skater stood and looked around.

  A decapitated dog and a disemboweled dog lay at Elvis’s feet. Bloody splash patterns covered his clothing. “Slot, I hate killing dogs.” the big troll said. “I like dogs.”

  “These weren’t dogs.” Duran said as he extricated one of his knives from the skull of another animal. The shattered head dropped into the running water at the bottom of the drain. “They were just tasked killing machines. Being flesh and blood didn’t change that.”

  Voices echoed through the pipe and let Skater know pursuit hadn’t ended with the dogs. “Grab the gear.” he said, fisting the straps of the pack nearest him.

  “They’ll have the river closed off.” Wheeler said.

  “We’re not going to the river.” Skater took the lead, using his flash for the benefit of Trey and Archangel, who weren’t chipped for low-light vision. The elven decker’s vision in the dark was better than a human’s, but not enough to navigate by.

  Duran asked Elvis to give him a hand as he shoved the corpse of the first dog into the access pipe leading to the building foundation.

  “What’s up?” the troll asked. But he complied with the request anyway, cariying a dead dog in each hand.

  “Going to leave the sec-jokers a little surprise.” The ork reached into an ordnance pouch, slipped the pins from two grenades, and wedged them under the pile of dead animals. He glanced at Skater. “Relax, kid, I know you figure these nitbrains were just doing their jobs, even if they sicced these razored hounds on us. This is just pepper gas. It’ll make them uncomfortable for awhile, and definitely throw any other animals they bring up off the scent.”

  Settling the pack over his shoulder, Skater held the Predator in one hand and the flash other. He set out at a quick pace, but no one complained. Death was dogging their steps.

  26

  They’d been in the drainage tunnels for almost three hours, but Skater finally found the drainage system trunk line he was looking for. He’d discovered that some of the access drains were marked and some of them weren’t. The one he wanted wasn’t. He was bone-tired, feeling the effects of the last couple days. Adrenaline could be pushed only for so long before it gave out too.

  The beam of his weakening flash was turning dirty gray as it splashed across the narrow breadth of the drain. This on
e was older, constructed of masonry rather than plascrete. Keeping the flash down, he used low-light vision to scan the ladder leading up to the manhole five meters up. There was no reason to think that Border Patrol guns were waiting at the top of the climb.

  Still, he took a deep breath before shutting off his flash, grabbed the first rung and headed up. At the top, he gently shoved the manhole cover up and peered about. As he’d hoped, they’d come up in an alley beside an office building. Satisfied that he wasn’t being watched, he pushed the cover to one side and climbed out.

  The alley was narrow, framed by a tall hurricane fence and a three-story office building. One end was blocked by a plascrete wall that had been badly damaged in the past, and the other fronted a two-lane street. Cracks splintered the ground, allowing weeds to grow through. Some of them were almost knee-high.

  Swan Island Industrial Park had become economically disenfranchised when the Council of Princes had moved the Tir’s main port to Seattle. As Swan Island was one of the highest crime districts in the city, the police only came here when they had to—or so Kestrel had told Skater. He was sure they weren’t very popular when they did, and that the locals would act as an alarm system if blue crews did start rolling the streets.

  “Lights out,” he told the others over the commlink, “and let’s move. Elvis, you’re up first. I need the lock on that building taken out pronto.”

  The troll surged up the ladder, full of vitality even after drekking around in the sewers for hours laying down false trails before finding their way here. “Which one, chummer?” Skater pointed at the one back toward the ill-used Dumpster already filled to overflowing. Experience had taught him that all rear doors with Dumpster access were wired, but usually with dog-brain security systems instead of anything too exotic. Since employees used them frequently, they were generally set up user-friendly and not complicated. Archangel followed the troll.

  “I want a telecom line up and running as soon as you can get it.” Skater told her. “I need to call a guy in Seattle.”