Empire of Light s-3

by Gary Gibson

  Lamoureaux shook his head and grinned visibly beneath his mask. 'You realize how insane all this sounds.'

  The way he said it, it almost seemed like a compliment.

  'Our plan is to board the frigate in less than a week, when it's scheduled for final maintenance and diagnostic checks. Security will be low, and we won't get a better chance.'

  'And if it all goes wrong? If I don't hear from you, or they arrest you or kill you meanwhile, what then?'

  'Then I'd advise you to find some way off Redstone and out of this system as fast as possible. Until then, we've got a lot of work to do.'

  Chapter Fifteen

  The return journey aboard the Mjollnir had proved a difficult time for Ty. As soon as he and Nancy had reached the safety of the frigate, the ship had jumped to a point a few hundred light-years distant, while the Atn's remains were placed under guard in the ship's aboratory complex. Ty had been turned back when he tried to enter the labs, and told in no uncertain terms he was not to be allowed access to the Atn's body for the remainder of the journey.

  It had soon become clear there were political machinations taking place far beyond the frigate, which Ty could only guess at. Martinez vanished from the bridge, and if not for Nancy he might never have known the Commander had been confined to his quarters while his second in command, Simenon, assumed control. Other members of Martinez's senior staff had also quickly vanished from the ship's centrifuge, replaced by hastily promoted members of their crew. An angry confrontation with Simenon over access to the Atn's remains had ended with Ty barred completely from the bridge. He had risked his life to retrieve the thing, yet his every request was dismissed out of hand.

  On arriving back at Redstone, teams of armed soldiers had boarded the freighter, rapidly separating Ty from the rest of the crew without explanation. Before long he was ferried down to a spaceport and transferred to the windowless rear of a robot truck that drove away immediately.

  He still had no idea where he was being taken, or whether or not he was under arrest.

  The vehicle drove for over an hour before finally coming to a stop and unlocking its doors. Ty stepped out into what appeared to be an underground garage, where a man with impossibly wide shoulders and a face like granite was waiting for him.

  Ty did not fail to notice the way the man's pale grey eyes widened the moment he saw him. Yes, Ty thought, with a growing sense of doom. The man was clearly trying to remember where he had seen him before.

  'Mr… Driscoll,' the Freeholder rumbled. 'Welcome to Redstone.'

  Ty nodded, and fought back the tight knot of panic gathering in his stomach. He started at a sudden noise, then realized it was only the truck reversing back up the ramp that led into an industrial-sized airlock.

  'My name is Rufus Weil,' the Freeholder continued. 'You'll be staying here for a day or two.' Weil paused, and again those pale grey eyes roved around Ty's face, as if trying to place him. 'If there's anything you need while you're here, just let me know.'

  'All right,' said Ty, still watching as the airlock's inner door closed on the truck. 'Where exactly am I? And why am I even here? Nobody would tell me anything.'

  'You're in Unity, the Freehold's capital. And you're here because of a matter of security. There are questions over exactly who has jurisdiction over the Mjollnir, and the Senate requests that you stay here until they're sorted out.'

  'How long is that going to take?' Ty demanded, feeling scandalized. 'And what about the… remains I recovered?'

  'Those are high-level security questions, Mr Driscoll, and I'm not allowed to discuss them. All I can do is ensure you're comfortable while you're here, and apologize for any inconvenience.' He waved towards a nearby bank of elevators. 'This way, please.'

  Ty stood his ground, unwilling to share the small, confined space inside the elevator with this Freeholder. He did not want to have to stare into those quietly accusing grey eyes any more than he had to. 'What exactly is this place? Am I a prisoner here?'

  'No, sir, you're a guest. This is a residency for officials from other settlements when they're visiting the Senate. You'll have an entire suite allocated for your personal use.' Weil once more indicated the waiting elevator. 'Please, now. You'll be here no more than a few days.'

  Ty considered his options and decided he had none. He swallowed nervously and stepped towards the row of gleaming silver doors. As the elevator carried the two of them upwards, in silence, Ty could feel beads of sweat forming on his brow. The interior of the elevator was mirrored, so that there was no way he could avoid Weil's persistent, accusatory gaze. Any doubts Ty had that his paranoia was getting the better of him vanished under that fixed stare.

  Several minutes later Ty was relieved to find himself alone in what indeed appeared to be a luxury-sized suite, whose picture windows looked out across the city. He listened to Weil's footsteps padding away down the corridor and leaned his head against the door, taking several long, deep breaths until he felt his nerves start to settle back into equilibrium.

  No doubt about it; Weil knew who he was – or certainly had strong suspicions. The Freeholder, Ty estimated, was in his mid-to late thirties – just about the right age to have taken part in the abortive, Consortium-backed assault against the Uchidan Territories more than a decade before. Also just the sort of person to wonder if he had seen Ty's face on some long-ago news bulletin.

  But even his sudden fear of being uncovered could not entirely distract from the frustration at being prevented from studying the body he had risked his life to recover. He felt sure that within its dusty shell lay the summation of all his life's work: a suitable antidote to the rank failures of the past.

  An armchair faced the window. He fell into it, suddenly exhausted, and stared out through the glass. A warning sticker detailed the fatal consequences of either opening or breaking the window without having a breather mask handy. As a native of Redstone, he knew full well how deadly the planet's naked atmosphere was. So if things got bad enough he could…

  No. He slammed the arm of the chair and leaned forward, chewing on a knuckle. Suicide was not an option. He had thought it was finished when the Territories decided to hand him over to the Consortium, and even then he had escaped. No matter how bad things looked, there was always a way.

  Ty brooded for a while longer, then stood up and stepped over to the door. He was pleased to find it was not locked, but a man of a distinctly similar build and demeanour to Marcus Weil sat in an easy chair down the far end of the corridor, next to the elevator.

  'Sir,' said the man, rising, 'can I help you?'

  Ty shook his head and forced a smile. 'No, thank you.'

  He ducked back inside, closing the door and listening to it click as it swung to. He might not be locked in, and it might be a comfortable suite, but it was definitely also a prison.

  He returned to the armchair, and watched the sun track its way across the sky, just thinking. Ty woke, much later, to find himself in darkness.

  He shook his head, rubbed tired hands through his hair and staggered into the suite's bathroom. When he emerged from the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, the first trickling light of dawn was showing itself beyond the glass of the window.

  He lay down on top of the bed and soon fell asleep again.

  Later in the morning, the same man who had been set to guard him the night before entered the suite with a breakfast tray. He placed it on a table by the armchair, along with a shrink-wrapped bundle.

  'Who are you?' Ty demanded, still groggy with sleep.

  'Hibbert, Mr Driscoll.' He nodded to the shrink-wrapped package. 'We ran afresh change of clothes out for you earlier this morning. If they're not right, let me know.'

  'What happened to Weil?'

  The Freeholder regarded Ty with a carefully blank expression. 'Mr Weil works on a different shift, Mr Driscoll. Enjoy your breakfast.'

  Despite his misgivings, Ty ate ravenously, delighted to have the opportunity to consume real food after the limited fare of
shipboard meals. When he had finished, he stood by the window and watched people passing through the city streets far below.

  There were certain parallels here with the Uchidan settlements, of course; underground tunnels similarly linked most of the buildings in Unity so that, in order to go about their lives, the citizens barely needed to step outdoors for months at a time. Most of those out in the open were maintenance workers or those there by necessity. He could almost have forgotten about the intrinsic barbarism that lay just under the surface here.

  When he felt ready, Ty activated the suite's comms system, but soon found it had been crippled: getting a message of any kind out was impossible. He tried to access local news services, but all were blocked except for one dedicated to the ongoing war with the Uchidan Territories.

  He got dressed and again went out into the corridor, finding Hibbert back in his seat by the elevator.

  'My comms unit doesn't work,' Ty explained. 'I can't send any messages. How the hell am I supposed to call anyone while I'm stuck in here?'

  'It's a security issue, sir, and it might take a couple of weeks to clear up. I'm afraid you're going to have to-'

  'A couple of weeks?' Ty yelled, stepping up close to the other man. 'Weil said a couple of days.'

  Hibbert stood, towering over him. 'Please, Mr Driscoll. You're going to have to return to your r-'

  Ty stepped past Hibbert and towards the elevator. Hibbert swiftly pressed something against his side, and the next thing Ty knew he was lying curled up on the floor, spasms of pain racking his entire body. He was distantly aware of Hibbert grabbing him by both feet and dragging him back into the suite. Weil delivered Ty's breakfast the next morning, and also his lunch and dinner. No word was said about the previous day's incident, and Ty was far from inclined to risk being zapped a second time, or even to engage Weil in conversation. Instead he endured the silent tension until Weil stalked back out each time, closing the door behind him.

  The next day passed in much the same way, and the day after also. Ty found that, if he leaned against the window and peered straight down, he could see part of the ramp leading into the basement garage, almost directly beneath. He watched as unmanned supply vehicles entered and departed through the airlock. But most of his time he sat in his armchair, brooding and staring out across the city. It took a few seconds before Ty realized that the comms unit really was registering an incoming message.

  Slouching in the armchair, he had been drinking his morning coffee, the window half-opaqued. It was his fifth day in captivity, and the remains of his breakfast lay on the table, waiting to be picked up by Hibbert.

  He stared unbelievingly at the comms unit. A message? Did Lamoureaux and Willis know he was here? Were they trying to get him out?

  The door opened suddenly and he jumped up, suddenly full of nervous energy. Hibbert gave him a wary look before approaching the table. He had clearly not noticed the glowing message icon floating above the comms unit's imaging plate.

  Ty moved quickly to one side, so that Hibbert's view of the comms unit would remain blocked as he reached down to pick up the tray.

  Hibbert instantly froze and stared at Ty with eyes full of the threat of incipient violence.

  'Nice morning,' Ty blurted.

  Hibbert's gaze turned contemptuous. 'Sir,' he merely replied, then picked up the tray and left the room.

  Ty sagged slightly as Hibbert closed the door behind him, then he turned to the comms unit and opened the message.

  It was, he found, a list of instructions encoded in simple text. The message itself read like something out of some hoary old spy 'viro. This message will delete itself within 300 seconds of being opened. When you are ready to leave the Senate residency, stand at the window of your suite, facing outwards, and wave your left hand. The response will come within no more than a half hour of your performing this action. Please be prepared to move quickly. Ty stared back out over the city, aware he was standing in plain view of an entire metropolis. Anyone could be watching from any one of thousands of windows. He thought about waving his hand immediately, but something made him hesitate.

  Surely, he thought, if Lamoureaux or Willis were behind the message, they would have identified themselves in some way? How could he be sure the message wasn't some kind of trap – that if he did stand there and wave his hand, some assassin armed with a rifle, and in league with Weil, would not endeavour to take him out with a long-range shot?

  He felt trapped by his own indecision.

  When he finally turned back to the message, hovering like a mirage within the dark shallow bowl of the unit's viewing area, it was just in time to see it vanish of its own accord. Later that night, Ty opened his eyes to find the keen edge of a blade held close to his throat. A moment later a hand clamped over his mouth.

  'Not a fucking sound,' said Weil, leaning over him. 'Do you hear me? So much as a squeak, and I'll skin you alive before I cut your throat.'

  Ty nodded, dizzyingly aware of the blade pressed against his flesh. He hadn't even been sleeping, just resting with his eyes closed on the bed. Weil had entered the room and pushed the knife against his throat without making a sound.

  'I know who you are,' Weil hissed. 'I knew the second I set eyes on you. I was part of the detail sent to receive you from the Territories, but you got away before we could pick you up.'

  Ty panted, his breath whistling sporadically through his nostrils. His bladder felt on the verge of unleashing a tide of urine.

  'I lost a brother because of what you did, you and the rest of those Uchidan god-fuckers. He wasn't even a soldier, just a teacher – a whole school bombed out of existence. We never even had a body to bury. Because of you.'

  Ty could feel the moist warmth of the man's breath on his face. 'I don't know how long they're going to keep you here,' Weil continued, 'but it makes me sick to have to wait on you. Part of me wants to kill you right now,' he added, the knife moving infinitesimally closer to Ty's jugular, the pressure of its blade like a line of fire against his skin. 'Do you understand what I'm saying?'

  Ty realized the other man was waiting for an answer, and he nodded under the palm of Weil's hand.

  'I warned my superiors. I told them who you were, but they refused to let me execute you. All because of something on that frigate.' Weil leaned in a little closer. 'Fuck that. The instant I think you're going to walk out of here, I'll be back. Me and my friend here,' he added, twitching the knife a little. 'Are you scared? Because you'd better be fucking scared, Whitecloud. I'm not finished with you yet.'

  Suddenly the pressure was gone and Ty sat up abruptly, hyperventilating, grabbing at his throat even as Weil lurched out of the door and slammed it shut.

  Ty stumbled off the bed and over to the armchair, pulling himself into a tight ball and moaning with terror.

  Gradually his eyes fixed on the darkened city beyond the window. He had been a fool to hesitate for so long; anything was better than staying here a second longer than necessary.

  He leaned against the glass with his right hand, and peered down, just able to see the ramp directly below him. Even if he could break through the glass, even if he had a breather mask handy, he would be dead as soon as he hit the ground.

  Instead he lifted his left hand straight up, sweeping it in an arc several times from left to right.

  Would they be watching even now, in the middle of the night? Perhaps not.

  But if they were, there was only one way to be sure. A short while later – he estimated no more than twenty minutes had passed – Ty watched a set of headlights approaching the residency up a long street before driving down the airlock ramp. On closer inspection, it proved to be nothing more than a standard unmanned supply truck.

  He sat back down, feeling obscurely disappointed. Then there was a distant, muffled clang as the airlock door opened and closed again. He swallowed and stared once more at the sprinkle of lights outside, wondering who was looking back, and what they were thinking.

  An earth-s
hattering roar shook the building. Alarms began to clang discordantly both inside and outside.

  There were shouts and footsteps in the corridor outside, and he realized with a shock that the window of his room had become badly starred. Already smoke drifted up past it.

  Ty lurched upright and headed quickly to the door. The message had instructed that he should be ready to move. But did that mean he should simply wait here, or instead try and see if he could find a way out of the damaged building?

  He remembered Weil's promise, and decided not to stay.

  Sliding the door open quietly, he risked a glance outside, towards the bank of elevators. Weil was gone from his post. He eyed the elevators hopefully, but hesitated while deciding it might be too dangerous to use them.

  Instead he stepped out into the corridor and headed quickly in the opposite direction, making for a door leading into a stairwell. Smoke drifted up from several floors below.

  He took the steps downwards three or four at a time, the air growing denser with smoke as he descended. He could distinctly smell burning plastic, but also something else he could not quite identify.

  After a moment he realized this was the unique odour of Redstone's air, which meant the building's atmospheric seals had been breached.

  He continued down several levels until he came to a glass-fronted box mounted on the wall. It was filled with cheap emergency breathers, so he punched out the glass and quickly pulled on a mask.

  Heavy footsteps, approaching from above.

  Ty leaned out over the banister and peered up in time to see Weil glaring straight back down at him from several levels above.

  Ty bolted down the remaining steps, then burst through a door that led into a ground-floor atrium-style lobby with a reception desk at one end. The bank of elevators was on the opposite side from the desk, and the door of one of them was jammed halfway open. Thick dark smoke billowed from inside it towards the ceiling.