Shadow Warrior- Omnibus

by Chris Bunch

  ‘Son of a bitch,’ Wolfe swore. ‘Old Edgar Allan’s got a lot to answer for.’

  ‘What does that mean?’

  ‘Nothing.’ Wolfe thought. ‘Since we don’t happen to have a battalion or two of marines in our back pockets, I guess I’ll just wander in and see what’s going on.’

  ‘Joshua?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Why doesn’t Aubyn have troops surrounding the building, if she controls Rogan’s World? I surely would if I were her.’

  A bit of a smile came to Wolfe’s mouth. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. ‘And I’m very glad you’re not. Why no soldiery? I don’t know. Maybe Aubyn thinks the most important thing is for nobody to know who’s the puppet master here. Hell, for all I know, she’s aware of her enormous crimes and doesn’t think she morally deserves the army.’

  He didn’t voice his real thought: that Token Aubyn didn’t think she needed any backup.

  ‘That doesn’t make any sense,’ Kristin complained.

  ‘Since when does anybody make any sense? All right. I’m betting I’ll find Aubyn - and that other thing - in the main building. I’m bringing this hog down on the other side of that rise. That should give you cover against direct fire.’

  He picked up a bonemike from the control board, fitted it around his neck. ‘If you don’t hear anything - or you hear a lot of male screaming in my general tone of voice, get away from the ship, back into the city, and go to ground. Here. Take the credits we took from the hotel. That’ll get you a good running start in case Aubyn’s the vindictive sort. And good luck.’

  ‘Aren’t you the one who’s going to need the luck?’

  ‘I am. Wish I still believed in it.’

  Not far from Fiscus-MacRae’s central building were two monolithic abstract sculptures, set by themselves in the rolling lawn.

  Inside one, two men crouched behind a semiportable blaster, peering through a vision slit just above ground level. One lifted a microphone. ‘This is Two-Seven. One man, approaching from the east. I think he came from that ship that grounded about fifteen minutes ago. Shall we drop him?’

  Inside the building a balding man with the muscles of a weightlifter spoke into his com. ‘This is Kilkhampton. Stand by.’ He looked at the woman once known as Token Aubyn.

  Her eyes were closed. They opened. ‘No,’ she ordered. ‘We’ll let him get closer. Is he armed?’

  The bald man looked at another screen. ‘I see some sort of ferrous material mass at his waist. Probably a pistol.’

  ‘Let him come. He’s outgunned.’

  The bald man eyed Aubyn, then opened his com.

  Joshua Wolfe walked slowly, steadily, toward the building. His hands were at his sides, well away from the holstered sidearm. His breathing was slow, deep. In through the nose, out through the mouth, sixteen breaths a minute.

  He stopped, held his hands out level, and his breathing slowed, four deep inhalations per minute. He felt out, beyond.

  Inside the building, he felt the Great Lumina, a deep hum beyond hearing, a glow beyond vision. It swirled in his mind like a maelstrom, pulling him forward, pulling him toward death. He tried to take its power, failed. Another was blocking him, someone closer, more familiar with the Lumina’s power.

  Aubyn.

  He felt her waiting for him, an ant lion deep in her pit, a spider waiting for the web twitch.

  She was reaching for him, for his mind.

  He refused contact. Forced himself away.

  He noted the men hidden in the statue/gun emplacement, and other armed men equally well camouflaged around the seemingly deserted institution. There were other guards inside the building. They, too, were recognized.

  He reached beyond them, beyond Rogan’s World, into space. He felt the shrieking of the ‘red virus’ in space as it clawed toward Man’s worlds.

  He reached beyond that, beyond Man, toward a nameless world deep in the void.

  He felt the touch of the last of the Al’ar, the Guardians, waiting for him, waiting for the Lumina.

  He took strength, brought it back.

  Again he reached, this time into memory.

  The one he’d thought was the last of the Al’ar; Taen, lifted his head, and a Chitet bolt took him. Taen fell, dying, dead, across Joshua.

  Wolfe remembered that moment, brought it forward. His breathing changed once more, quickening, almost panting, but far too regular, coming from his diaphragm.

  Joshua felt the roar of life, of death, blood pouring through his veins. As he had once before, he took Taen’s death and cast it forth, like a net. He let it sweep out, around, over the towering glass building.

  ‘What the hell’s he doing, just standing there -’

  Kilkhampton gagged suddenly, as if struck in the throat, grabbed for his chest, half rose, and toppled across the control board.

  Aubyn was on her feet. She grabbed for his com.

  ‘Any station - all stations - report immediately!’

  There was no response.

  Aubyn started to key the sensor again, tossed it away. She left the room and walked quickly but calmly for the lift.

  Wolfe entered the huge circular room and looked around. There were two mezzanine balconies above, then the diffused crystalline light from the faceted-glass roof. To one side was a large reception desk of exotic woods, with an elaborate com. No one was behind the desk.

  There was a body sprawled near one wall, a gun lying not far away.

  The marble floor formed a swirl of black and white, leading the eye to the lift at the far end. The air smelled as if lightning had struck nearby not long ago. Wolfe’s breathing was slow, regular, deep.

  A woman waited in the center of the room. She was about ten years younger than he was, not pretty, but striking. She wore a hand-tailored deep blue business suit. Her dark hair was cut close and looked a little like a cap.

  She appeared unarmed.

  Joshua drew his pistol with two fingers and spun it clattering across the marble to the side. Aubyn jumped in surprise, then recovered. Her eyes, hooded, sought Wolfe’s.

  ‘I am Token Aubyn,’ she said. Her voice was low, musical.

  ‘You do not need my name,’ Joshua said.

  ‘You are not a Chitet,’ she said.

  ‘No.’

  ‘But you were helping them.’

  ‘For my own purposes.’

  ‘Which are?’

  Wolfe looked up at the glass ceiling. ‘Congratulations,’ he said. ‘One crystal makes another invisible. Nice way to hide something in plain sight.’

  ‘I am trying to reach you,’ Aubyn said calmly, not responding to what Wolfe had said. ‘What I call mind-seizing. But you’re different from others - from other minds I’ve chosen to use for my purposes. Your thoughts are different. Alien. I almost feel like I did when I first saw the crystal, and thought into it and knew I had to have it for my own.’

  Again, Wolfe made no reply.

  ‘The crystal,’ Aubyn said, ‘what I’ve heard is called a Lumina, is mine. I found it. I killed for it. And I’ll kill again. This is my world, and soon I’ll be ready to reach out for more.

  ‘You - or those Chitet fools I once believed knew something - cannot, must not stop me.’

  Wolfe felt discordance, as if someone had rubbed a finger along a wet glass, a glass with a hidden flaw in it, and the growing tone that could not be heard felt wrong, was wrong.

  ‘I am not a fool,’ Aubyn went on. ‘I know the Lumina, and what it can give. So even though you’re strong, stronger than I thought at first, I must deal with the situation immediately. You must die now.’

  There was nothing to see, but Wolfe felt energy sear, saw it as a flashing ball. He took it, welcomed it, and it was gone.

  Aubyn looked startled.

  Joshua felt force, coming down, crushing force, coming from all directions. He fought, tried to stand, but it was too strong. He slipped sideways and fell heavily, half-curled, one hand resting on his ankle.

/>   Aubyn walked toward him.

  Wolfe lay motionless.

  Aubyn’s footfalls were very loud on the marble.

  Wolfe’s right hand flickered to his boot top, and a tiny, six-pointed, razor bit of steel flashed.

  Aubyn jerked as the shiriken scarred her face and blood spurted.

  Joshua felt the Lumina then.

  Zai . . . I welcome this . . . I accept this . . . ku . . . reach . . . reaching . . .

  The room was filled with a great luminescence, hard, cold, all the colors that could be imagined, and he took its power, sending, receiving as it rebounded, building.

  He dimly heard shattering glass, then the grating, rending of alloy beams as they cracked, smashed.

  There was something floating in the middle of the room, a great gem of many facets, each facet flashing.

  The Lumina.

  Wolfe came to his feet.

  All the universe held was Token Aubyn’s eyes, boring into his. Aubyn’s eyes, and somewhere beyond, the Lumina.

  Joshua reached, welcomed the Lumina’s energy, welcomed the thin Al’ar force from far beyond in interstellar space, shaped the power, focused it, and the room flared with intolerable light.

  Wolfe shouted - fear? rage? - as Aubyn’s body exploded into a sheet of flame for a bare instant. Then it was gone, and her unscathed body collapsed to the floor. Not far from her body was a gray, indistinct stone, about the size of Wolfe’s head.

  The Lumina.

  Wolfe stumbled toward her and made sure she was dead. He spoke into the bonemike. ‘Bring the ship in. We’ve got a cargo to load.’

  He let himself sink back to the floor, felt the chill of marble against his cheek, and welcomed nothingness for a time.

  SEVEN

  ‘For a renegade,’ the comfortable-looking man named Fordyce said, ‘your Joshua Wolfe has been doing very, very well by Federation Intelligence. Are you sure you aren’t running a very deep private operation here?’

  Cisco shook his head. ‘No, sir. I’ve been with FI too long not to remember my pension whenever I start getting too creative.’

  ‘Of course,’ Fordyce drawled blandly. ‘Certainly I never thought of such subterfuge, but was content to soldier my way up through the ranks, knowing my innate ability would be recognized in the fullness of time.’ He roared with laughter.

  The title on the entry door to his secured suite read OPERATIONS DIRECTOR.

  ‘You must admit,’ Fordyce went on, ‘he has done us a world of good. Athelstan dead along with almost all of his advisors and security people, which puts a big crimp in the Chitet’s ambitions for a few dozen years. Admirable, simply admirable. If he were still on the payroll, we’d have to promote and gong him a couple of times. And I won’t even consider the seven rather senior officials in FI who decided, after the debacle on Rogan’s World, to either take early retirement or transfer to less, shall we say, active sections of the government. Rather a good job of smoking the moles out, I’d say.’

  ‘Yes, sir,’ Cisco said. ‘So what do you wish done about Wolfe?’

  ‘I’d say nothing. Let him sneak back to his Outlaw Worlds and mind his own business.’

  ‘We can’t do that, sir.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘We’ve picked up some very strange data,’ Cisco said. ‘You’re aware of those Al’ar objects called Lumina?’

  ‘I am.’ Fordyce’s tone became flat, disapproving. ‘Manna for oo-ee-oo-ee idiots and mystics.’

  ‘The Al’ar didn’t think so,’ Cisco persisted.

  ‘That doesn’t mean they have any relevance to us,’ Fordyce said. He waited for Cisco to withdraw the point, but the gray man just sat, lips drawn into thin lines. Fordyce sighed. ‘Very well. What new data about these Lumina further complicates the issue of Joshua Wolfe?’

  ‘We’ve been getting reports of some sort of a super Lumina the Al’ar had at the end of the war. I don’t know if it was a secret weapon that didn’t quite work out, or what, for it was never deployed as far as I can tell,’ Cisco said. ‘Supposedly this is what the Chitet were after, and why they hijacked Wolfe when I had him comfortably zombied and on the way back here for debriefing.’

  ‘Of course this Great Lumina would give anyone who touched it superpowers,’ Fordyce said cynically. ‘Such things always seem to have a reputation like that.’

  ‘That’s the story,’ Cisco said reluctantly. ‘Supposedly this woman who bossed Rogan’s World, who was called Alicia Comer, but who was in fact a deserter from the Federation Navy named Token Aubyn, had possession of this Lumina, and used it to carve her way upward.’ Cisco told Fordyce as much of Aubyn’s history as he’d been able to get from Naval and FI records.

  ‘Interesting,’ Fordyce said, lacing his fingers on his desk. ‘I still view the whole matter skeptically. Now let me return your question to you: What do you want to do about Wolfe, assuming that he has possession of this ruddy great chunk of colored glass? Put out an all-Federation hue and cry? That’ll certainly attract attention, particularly with the rather strange happenings these days.’

  ‘No, sir. But I’d like to let word slip out at a high level that FI’s very interested in talking to him. Alive only. Anyone who can provide his services to us will be appropriately, if quietly, rewarded.’

  ‘That seems a viable alternative,’ Fordyce said. ‘I assume you can do it through the usual conduits - old boys and such?’

  ‘I can.’ Cisco started to rise. Fordyce held out a hand.

  ‘A few minutes ago, I referred to the current level of excitement. Have you been following events?’

  ‘Not really, sir. Since I got out of the hospital from the gassing, I’ve been concentrating on Wolfe.’

  ‘Things have been a little unusual of late. Quite some time ago, we lost one of our spyships. The Trinquier, which was operating under civilian cover as an exploration vessel, vanished. Then an investigative team - straightforward scientific chaps - on one of the Al’ar homeworlds disappeared, after making some very aberrant screams for help. We had to make some threats in the scholarly community to keep that silent. Finally, we sent out a task force - six ships, including the Styrbjorn - seven weeks ago, to investigate along the Trinquier’s projected mission plan. The entire task force has fallen out of communication. We’re presuming all six ships are lost, with no explanation whatever.’

  Cisco sat down heavily. ‘The Styrbjorn? I used that ship a few times. Sharp crew. Good captain. There’s no way they could be surprised - or get into an accident.’

  ‘Unusual, isn’t it?’ Fordyce said. ‘I’m starting to get a very strange feeling. We may be in for extremely interesting times.’

  EIGHT

  ‘So it’s just like the old-fashioned romances. Logic - common sense - probability are discarded, and one man defeats an entire kingdom,’ Kristin said. ‘You have the Lumina, and we Chitet have nothing.’ She sighed, got up from the control chair, and went to Wolfe. ‘I suppose you’d better hold true to the romance and kiss the princess you’ve won.’

  ‘That I can do.’

  After a while, she pulled back. ‘Although I’m not much of a princess.’

  ‘You’re more of one than I’m a prince,’ Joshua said.

  ‘So you have me to do with what you will. What do you will?’

  ‘Let us see,’ Joshua said, twirling nonexistent mustachios. ‘First I shall remove all your clothes except your space boots. Then slather you with freshly made tartar sauce. I’ll wake the six furry creatures I have back in cold storage . . .’

  Kristin laughed. ‘I never realized you had a sense of humor before.’

  ‘I generally don’t, when somebody’s got a gun on me.’

  ‘No, seriously, what . . .’

  The ship jolted, went in and out of N-space. Wolfe’s stomach crawled. Kristin slid out of his lap as he came out of the chair. ‘Not good,’ he said. ‘Ships aren’t supposed to do that without giving hints. Let’s go see the worst.’ He started for the engine spaces.
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  Four hours later, they knew the worst.

  ‘Less than sixty drive-hours and this drive’ll make a good ship anchor,’ Wolfe said. ‘Damn these bargain-basement yachts.’

  He called up a gazetteer onscreen and opened a voice sensor.

  ‘Nearest inhabited planet,’ he said.

  The screen blinked twice, then an entry scrolled: Ak-Mechat VII. Class 23. Currently exploited for minerals. Est. pop. 7,000. No controlled field. No cities. Three populated sites, little better than mining camps, are located as shown . . .

  Figures scrolled.

  ‘Two jumps,’ Wolfe said. ‘Not good. Then a goodish chug on secondary. And it’s a bit chilly. I’m not considering hollering for help.’

  ‘Is there any other choice?’ Kristin asked.

  ‘Surely. Press on regardless for real civilization and hope my mechanical diagnostic abilities are pessimistic.’

  ‘Could they be?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘I just realized I always wanted to visit this Am-Kechat.’

  ‘Gesundheit. But it’s Ak-Mechat.’

  Kristin quietly slid open the hatch to the small freight compartment. The space was empty, except for the Great Lumina. It hung in midair, fluorescing colors. She heard, over the increasingly shrill hum of the ship’s drive, deep, slow breathing, coming from nowhere. She heard the clank of metal; she saw a thin piece of alloy steel lift, stand on end, then bend in an invisible vise. The steel clanged to the deck and Joshua appeared. He was naked, drenched in sweat. For an instant Kristin didn’t register. ‘You did that,’ she said.

  Wolfe took several more breaths before he nodded. ‘I still don’t quite have full control. I wanted the metal to bend, and then fall slowly to the deck.’

  ‘When you do - what then?’

  Wolfe shook his head. ‘I can’t tell you. And I doubt if you’d believe me, anyway.’

  ‘I just read, in one of your books, about a queen who believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. Try me.’

  ‘All right. I want to use the Lumina to close a door, or maybe seal a door. Something that I think’s here, with us in this spacetime, has to be either destroyed or put on the other side. And then the door must be sealed.’