"Already done," Coypu said with unseemly self-satisfaction. "I have analyzed the atmosphere of Heaven. I know that he uses energy weapons and has an hypnotic gas, in addition to the addictive gases already present in the atmosphere."
He pressed a button and what appeared to be a transparent space suit popped out on the end of an extending arm. He pointed out its attributes.
"It is made of transparent seringera. A substance that is almost indestructible, unpierceable, a barrier to force fields and impervious to gases. Under the outer surface there is a nanomolecular structure that responds in a microsecond to a sudden impact such as a bullet. These molecqies lock together and become stronger than the strongest steel, stopping the projectile before it has penetrated less than a millimeter. This small power pack on the back, here, recycles and reconstitutes the gases and water in your breath so the suit may be sealed and worn for up to one hundred hours. It also powers a built-in gravchute that can be used for levitating if needs be. I will demonstrate."
He tore off his shoes, stripped off shirt and sarong, to reveal the fact that he wore purple undershorts with little mauve robots embroidered on them, trimmed with gold. He seized the transparent suit and wriggled into it, pulled the bubble helmet down to seal it. His voice rasped from the external speaker.
"There is no blade sharp enough to cut it." He opened a box of equipment and seized up a knife, plunged it into his chest. It bounced off. As did the other weapons he attacked himself with. Powering up the gravchute, he bounced off the ceiling, still firing his deadly devices. Soon the air was filled with noxious gases, whizzing missiles that threatened the rest of us, if not him. Coughing and gasping, we fled the chamber and did not return until the demonstration was over and the aircon turned up high.
"Wonderful, Professor," I said dabbing my eyes with the corner of my handkerchief. "We pull on your fancy suits and go to Heaven. When I say we I of course mean me and my family, along with Berkk and Sybil. The professor monitors our movements and our leader, Inskipp, stands ready to send any reinforcements that we might need. Any questions?"
"Sounds just insane enough to succeed," Angelina said. "How soon do we get our playsuits, Professor?"
"They'll be ready by morning."
"Fine." She smiled at us all. "We can have a little party tonight to celebrate our coming victory, the rout of Slakey, and the reunification of Berkk with himself. All right?"
A chorus of agreement was her answer. The robar hurried over to open the cocktail hour, and even Inskipp condescended this once to sipping a small dry sherry.
"I am very interested in this uimildecnovum," he said licking a trace of wine from his lips. "This madman has organized numerous religions to raise money to imprison slaves to mine coal to convert it to unnildecnovurn-why? It must have some very unusual properties or why should he go to all this effort? I am very curious about what can be done with it. Or what it does to other things, or whatever. And I am going to find out. Go forth, Jim, and succeed. And bring me back a sample and an explanation."
"Good as done," I said and raised my glass.
We all drank to that.
CHAPTER 27
WE ALL WORE SWIMMING OUTFITS under the transparent suits.
Angelina and Sybil looked quite fetching. I quickly averted my eyes from one, blew a kiss to the other.
"Equipment check," I said, drawing my gun and holding it up. "One paralysis pistol, fully charged. A container of sleepgas grenades, another of smoke. Combat knife with silver toothpick. Manacles for securing prisoners, truth drug injector for making them talk."
"Plus a diamond-blade power saw for cutting up a certain robot," Angelina said, holding up the lethal looking object.
"All in order, all accounted for. Just one thing more." I picked up a backpack that had a medical red cross on a white background printed on it. "For emergencies. Are you on the circuit, all-powerful Inskipp?"
"I am," his voice rattled in my ear. "I have countless deadly standbys standing by in case you need help."
"Wonderful! Professor Coypu, if you please-unlock the door."
He threw the switch and the red light above the steel door, studded with boltheads and massive rivets, turned to green. I grabbed the handle and turned it, threw the door wide and we strode into Heaven.
"What's with the clouds?" I asked, pushing my finger into one floating by; it tinkled merrily.
"A life-form indigenous to this planet," Coypu's voice said in my ear. "It has crystalline guts, which explains the tinkling sound, and it floats because it generates methane. Be careful with sparks because they could blow up."
Not only could, but did. In a blast of flame that washed over me. I blinked at the glare but felt nothing. Apparently Slakey had us under observation and had opened fire. Other clouds were now floating our way, but were shot down before they could get close. They blew up nicely. When the last cloud of smoke had drifted away I pointed across the neatly cut greensward.
"There, that's the way we go. Valhalla is a con and just for show and Paradise is still being rebuilt. Nor do we wish to visit the rubbish dump. The bit of Heaven I found Slakey in is off in that direction. All we have to do is follow the yellow brick road."
Angelina looked around as we walked. "This would be a very pleasant planet if it weren't for Slakey."
"We are here to do something about that."
"We will. Do I hear music?"
"Are those birds up ahead?" Sybil asked.
"Not quite," I said, recognizing the fluttering creatures. "I looked them up in a volume called Everything You Wanted to Know About Religion But Were Afraid to Ask. They are legendary creatures called cherubim or cherubs. Asexual apparently, and great harp players, not to mention choristers."
The flying cloud came closer, plucked strings tinkling and falsettos singing. Another swan appeared, singing lustily despite the fact they had no lungs, being just heads with wings sprouting from behind their ears. This was pretty strange and I was beginning to have certain suspicions.
"Are these creatures native to this planet?" Angelina asked.
"I have no idea-but I would dearly love to find out."
They flew lower, circling and chorusing high-pitchedly just above our heads. I bent my knees-and sprang. Grabbing one by the leg before it could float away. It kept on singing, blue eyes staring upwards. I squeezed it, touched the wings, tried to lift the ribbons around its loins. So that was it. I twisted with both hands and tore its head off.
"Jim-you monster!" Angelina cried.
"Not really." I pulled the head away and wires came out of its neck. It kept on singing and fluttering its butterfly wings. I released it and it floated away still singing from its dangling head.
"Null-G robots filled with recorded music. Slakey must have built them to add verisimilitude to the landscape for conning his suckers."
The road curved through a glen filled with flowering shrubs. As we approached something burst out of the bushes and galloped towards us.
"That's mine!" Angelina cried out happily as she ran towards it. A stained and scratched robot with one good eye. I hurried after her, not to spoil her fun but to stand by in case of accidents.
There were none. It was all done quite deliberately. When it swung its mighty hand, tipped with razor-sharp fingers, at her she swung her power saw up even faster. The hand clanked down on the road leaving the robot with a metal stump. Two stumps an instant later.
It tried to kick her. There was another clang and it tried to hop away on its remaining leg. Then, limbless, it rolled along the ground.
"You are not nice to people," she said, saw ready. "You are just insensate metal so you do not feel what I am doing to you. You do only as you are instructed. It is your master who is next."
The head rolled over close to my feet. I looked down and smiled as the light in its single eye faded and died.
"One down," I said as I kicked it aside. "Now we follow this road to its master's lair. And please stay alert, gang. Slakey knows
that we are coming and will throw everything at us that he can."
Sudden memory flashed and I jumped. Shouting.
"Off the road!"
A little too late. The slurping sounded and the road rolled out from under our feet disclosing the chasm beneath.
"Gravchutes!" I ordered, turning mine on. Our descent into the pit stopped just before we hit the jagged stalagmites and sharp blades that projected up from the pit floor below. We zoomed up and out to safety and our advance continued. Reside the road.
"There it is," I said, pointing to the white temple on the hill ahead. "That's where I met a fat old Slakey playing God in this unheavenly Heaven. I wonder if he'll be there now?"
We were about to find out, approaching the marble steps with caution. They were not moving this time, no celestial escalator for us. We strode up resolutely until we could see the throne. And Slakey sitting on it. Scowling ferociously.
"You are not welcome here," he said, shaking his head. His fat jowls jiggled and the golden halo bounced with the movement.
"Don't be inhospitable, Professor," I said. "Answer a few questions and we'll be on our way"
"This is my answer," he snarled as he reached back and seized his halo-and hurled it at me. It exploded as it struck my Suit, knocking me down with the impact. I climbed back to my feet and saw Slakey, throne and all, vanish into the floor.
As he went down-so did the ceiling. The supporting pillars must have been pistons as well. Before we could escape out of the way the entire thing, stone ceiling, roof and lintels and all, crushed us like beetles.
Or it would have crushed us like beetles if we hadn't been wearing our battle suits. As the weight of stone struck the nanomolecules in the fabric locked and the suits became as rigid as steel.
Steel coffins. "Can anyone move?" I shouted. My only answer was grunts and groans. Was this the end? Crushed under a power-operated temple in Heaven. Waiting for our air to run out. One hundred hours-and then asphyxiation.
"No . . . way!" I muttered angrily. My hands were at my sides. All the pressure was on my chest which stayed as hard as nanosteel. But there was no weight on my hand and I could wiggle my fingers. Move them, feeling along my belt in the darkness. Plucking out a percussion grenade by feel. Pushing it into the rubble of broken stone, as far out as I could reach. Taking as deep a breath as I could. Triggering it.
Flame and a great explosion of sound. Smoke and dust of course-that settled and blew away to disclose a crater in the stone. With sunlight filtering in.
A few more grenades did the job. I stumbled to my feet, staggering as another explosion rocked the ruin of the temple, and Angelina emerged from the cloud of smoke. We embraced, then blasted free the others.
"Could we please not do that again," Sybil said, more than a little shaken by the experience.
"An act of desperation on his part," I told her. "Trying to pick us off before we closed in on them. It didn't work-and now we take the fight to them."
"How?" Angelina asked, ever practical.
"This way," I said, leading them back down the steps. "That first pit we fell into in the road was just that. A pitfall pit for killing people~ But this pit leads to the underworld where his entire operation is taking place."
As I said that, I flipped another grenade towards the place on the -road where I and the robot had dropped through. It blew up nicely and opened a hole into the deep chasm below.
"I'll lead since I've been this way before."
We powered up our gravchutes and leaped into the jagged opening. Floated down slowly instead of dropping as I had the first time. The jagged stone walls moved past at a leisurely pace, lit by the ruddy glow from below. Then the bleak, black landscape with its sporadic gouts of flame came into view. The table-like structures were still there, barely revealed by the ruddy light. But there was a difference-the women were gone.
We soon discovered why. They were all grouped together before the buildings. My troops landed and spread out, weapons ready.
"Don't shoot!" Angelina called out. "Those women, they're the victims, the workers here."
As we warily came closer we could hear a low moaning, and the familiar coughing. It was pretty obvious why. They were tied together, ten or twenty in a bunch, bound with ropes.
"Safety is here!" I called out. "We've come to free you."
"Oh no you're not," Slakey said in chorus. Behind each group of women was a Slakey with a gun. They all spoke at the same time because of course they were all the same person.
"Leave or we kill them," he/they chorused as each of them raised his gun and aimed it at the captive victims.
It was stalemate.
"You can't get away with this," I said, playing for time, wondering what I could do to save them.
"Yes I can;" the massed voices said. "I will count to three. If you have not gone by then, one in every group will die. You will have killed them. Then another and another. One... two..."
"Stop," I called Out. "We're going."
But we didn't-the women did. The coughing and moaning wads replaced by silence and a whooshing sound as they popped out of existence. I had a moment of dreadful fear that they were gone, dead-until I saw the shocked expression on every Slakey's face.
Professor Coypu-of course! He had been watching and had snatched them out of Heaven to the safety of Prime Base.
I raised my gun and shot the nearest Slakey, ran towards his inert body. Everyone else was shooting now and a blast of fire rocked me back. I stumbled, ran on, grabbed for the Slakey I had shot.
Grabbed empty air as he vanished. The firing was dying down, stopped, as the Slakeys disappeared one by one. Angelina reholstered her gun and came over to me, patted my arm. "I saw that you killed one. Congratulations."
"Premature. I used my paralysis pistol since I wanted to talk to him."
"What next?"
"A very good question. There is no point in going to the coal mines right now because that's just the place that supplies the raw ingredient. The same goes for the cyclotron chamber because we know that the unnildecnovum is made there, but brought here for separation from the coal dust."
"Then we find where it is taken."
"Of course-and it can't be far." I turned to Berkk. "You heard Slakey order the now extinct robot to bring it somewhere?"
"That's right."
I turned and pointed past the rows of empty tables. "That way, it has to be that way. The opposite direction from the cyclotron, Let's go look."
We went. Warily. Knowing that we were getting close to the end of our quest and that Slakey would not like this in anyway. He didn't.
"Take cover!" I shouted as I dived. I had only a quick glimpse of the weapon as it floated into position in front of us, a large field gun of some kind.
It fired and the shell exploded close by. The ground rose and slammed into me; chunks of shrapnel and shattered rock rained down. This was not good at all-even Coypu's battle suits could not protect a body from a direct hit. It fired again-then vanished.
"Got it," Coypu's voice spoke in my radio earpiece. "A remote controlled siege gun. I dropped it into a volcano in Helifrom a great height. Are there any more?"
"Not that I can see. But-thanks for the quick action."
We advanced, past the spot where the gun had appeared, and on towards a solid metal fortress-like structure. I didn't like the look of it-liked it even less when ports flipped open and rapid-firing weapons appeared. Firing rapidly.
"Professor Coypu!" I shouted as slugs struck all around us, and into us, knocking us down and rolling us over.
The professor rose to the occasion. An armored gun carrier appeared between us and the building, firing even as it thudded to the ground. The weapon traversed and the weapon positions were obliterated one by one. With the defense silenced the gun traversed once more and blew away the, front entrance to the building. A hatch, opened as I passed the machine and Captain Grissle of the Space Marines poked his head out.
"I'll cov
er you when you go in. Just shout and point."
"Right-and thanks." I pumped my right fist in the air, then pointed forward. "Charge!"
We did. Right up to the front of the building, beside the gaping hole where the door used to be.
"Grissle-can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear."
"Put a couple of rounds in there before we go in."
"No problem."
A couple proved to be more than a hundred; he must have had plenty of ammo. Flame and smoke exploded inside the building. Sounding farther and farther away as the interior was demolished. The firing stopped. Then a last large-caliber shell whistled by-the resultant explosion was so distant it sounded like a mere crump.
"Holed through to the other side."
"Cease fire then-we're going in."
Whatever defenses and traps that would have been awaiting us were gone now. Flame and destruction had blasted any obstruction aside. We felt our way through the debris in the darkness. Which began to lift as the smoke cleared. Light poured in from a ragged opening in the wall ahead. Weapons at the ready, we crept forward, looked out.
"Now isn't that -nice?" Angelina said. "It looks like we have finally reached the end of the trail."
CHAPTER 28
WE WERE LOOKING OUT ON the pleasant valley of Heaven.
Blue sky above, green grass below. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves on the ornamental trees and brought sweet perfumes to our noses. Set into the valley floor were white marquees, small buildings with tiled roofs half concealed by flower-filled gardens. Paths twined through the landscape, past fountains and statuary. All of this surrounded the most unusual object I had seen in my unusual life. A matte-black sphere at least ten meters high. Smooth and unmarked in any way; a giant eight ball without the eight, a Brobdingnagian bowling ball without finger holes. We stood and gaped.
"Can't you feel it," Angelina said, holding out her hand towards the enigmatic object. "That sensation, indescribable- but that's what we looked for in the coal dust."
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