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by Gary Gibson


  Something sailed past the frigate, moving so fast it was gone by the time she discerned its passage. She reached out for a rung next to the hatch . . .

  The field-generators came to life, even as the first pulse-beams lanced towards the Mjollnir.

  The world went white for several seconds, but she still had hold of the rung. The light faded quickly, and she activated the lock system, watching the door slide into its recess.

  More dark shapes shot past, so quickly they barely registered. She pulled herself inside.

  Trader? I don’t know how they could have found us. Why don’t you tell me?

  The hatch slid back into place above her, lightning playing across the hull outside.

 

  The airlock finished its cycle, and Dakota passed on into a network of cramped service tunnels. She briefly dipped into the data-space until she had an idea which way to go.

  Following the passageway to a heavy door, she passed through it and into a large control module overlooking the interior of the hold, designed for use by traffic controllers overseeing the movement of ships and cargo. As she entered it, she saw that the module was several metres across, with a wide window at the far end which revealed the looming shape of Trader’s yacht, now free from its cradle and floating just beyond the glass. It was close enough, in fact, that its drive-spines risked shattering it.

  Ty crouched beneath the window, next to a console, still gripping the bag containing the Mos Hadroch tight against his chest. He’d already taken his helmet off.

  ‘You shouldn’t have followed me,’ Ty rasped in what sounded more like his own voice.

  As she stepped closer, he pulled a knife out of the bag, its blade still stained with Willis’s blood.

  ‘You can’t hurt me with that,’ she said. ‘Believe me.’

  She started to move closer to him – and the yacht moved towards the window with startling suddenness. A drive-spine pierced the glass, sending dozens of fragments spinning through the air. Dakota grabbed hold of a metal shelf bolted to the wall, before the venting atmosphere could suck her out of the module and into the hold.

  But the explosive decompression ripped her hands away from the shelf, and she collided with the bulkhead nearest the window. She then managed to grab hold of the console for just long enough to let the force of decompression finally relent after a few moments.

  The next time she looked, Whitecloud was gone. The strap of his bag, however, had become caught on a piece of twisted metal to one side of the window-frame.

  Dakota pushed herself towards it, hands outstretched.

  She was not aware of any kind of explosion, or of being hit by any form of missile. Only later did she recall having a momentary glimpse of a ball of white light expanding through the shattered window towards her. She was initially only aware of now being on the opposite side of the room. The metal shelves were twisted out of shape where her body had rammed into them with sickening force.

  The filmsuit had protected her, but the impact had nearly drained it of power. She might have as little as a few minutes left before it would begin to fail.

  Trader swam in through the ruined window, moving towards the bag until the sphere of water enveloping him had surrounded it. The tentacles dangling from his underbelly untangled the strap from the obstruction and drew it close to his body.

  She watched, helplessly, knowing that if she provoked Trader into attacking her a second time, the power drain would likely overwhelm her filmsuit.

  Trader swivelled to look at her directly.

  I don’t know what you mean.

 
  Nothing would please that monster more than to see us all die, so it was hardly surprising that he might place a similar form of tracking technology on your own person. Something so small and undetectable you would never find it. Then, my dear Dakota, he gave the means of tracking you to our enemies, the Emissaries.>

  Dakota remembered how Moss had touched her shoulder back on Derinkuyu, and the way his touch had stung.

  You’re lying. There’s no way you could possibly know all this.