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Chapter One
Earth Orbit
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Tears blurred the scene and tracked her cheeks. They’ll blame
me for their deaths...three hundred seventeen citizens. I’m not
home. She swallowed a sob. I’m a fugitive.
The Delta descended until she felt the wheels extend and touch
ground. Then, she heard the turbo wind down.
Fredericks released the magne-bindings from her seat and
clamped them so her wrists were locked together behind her
back, lifted her as if weightless and hissed, "Another hit from the
laser-stun this soon after the first will do permanent nerve
damage," when she attempted to kick free.
She froze, breathing heavily, and struggled to accept her
helplessness.
Fredericks carried her out, placed her on her feet, and removed
her helmet. He held the laser centered on her chest.
"You’ve made you point succinctly, Fredericks." Zaci
shuddered in a deep breath, and hated her weakness.
"Commander Fredericks."
She grimaced, shook her head, and said with conviction, "You
damn bastard. You lost the right to the title the moment you
activated the AVD."
His face hardened, reddened, and then as if he’d thought over
his options and concluded that not crippling her would prove to
be in his best interest, he nodded once and lowered the weapon.
"You need only concern yourself with obeying my orders. If
you do, you'll survive."
"Of course I will." She bravely straightened her shoulders,
although she didn’t feel courageous.
"Where do we go?" she said with resignation and shook strands
of black hair off her brow.
"Follow that path until it comes to a rail line." He pointed.
"Tracks? They shut down the train about a dozen lifetimes
ago."
"Move your ass, Goddamn you. Who the hell cares about back
then ago or your blasted train?" He shoved her shoulder.
"It would be easier if you’d unshackle my hands." Zaci
stumbled, and barely regained her balance before she fell.
Fredericks watched dispassionately, but didn’t move to help.
He hates me and I don’t know why.
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Chapter Two
21.5 hours later, African Continent
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his visor down and heard it too seal. Lastly, he pulled gloves
from inside his sleeves and slipped them on. When sealed, the
suit’s systems cooled him, dried his sweat. He checked the digital
readouts the computer fed into the visor and nodded when he saw
everything green.
"You about ready?" he asked.
"After you allow me to input the SCS data, then I will be
properly prepared to assist you."
Ryton popped the small chip out and handed it to his
companion. He studied En-Anh carefully as the cyborg placed the
chip into a small drive in his waist pouch plugged into the port in
the base of his skull. Ryton hesitated until he heard the cyborg’s
drive whirl, then flexed his shoulders in preparation for descent
into the wreckage.
He dragged a length of cable from the aircar’s winch and
dropped the looped end into the pit of fragments. He tossed his
alum-titan strut bracing against other scraps they’d collected and
looked for a safe way down.
The rear third of the shuttle had torn lose and disintegrated
during descent, shattered by the forces of reentry--bodies and
unrecognizable pieces of the craft had littered the desert. Ryton
planned to enter directly into the remains of the ruptured hull.
The climb would be close to straight down since the ship stood
on its nose at a seventy-five degree angle.
He used the narrow power beam mounted on his right forearm
for illumination, found structure he thought he could safely climb
and stepped inside the wreckage.
"I’ll go in first," he redundantly informed his companion as he
used the cable to hold most of his weight. Ryton felt his foot
contact torn honeycombed bracing, the under-carriage of the
cabin flooring--where power cables, pipes, hydraulics, and
electrical conduits ran from nose to stern. He tested it by
bouncing on the metal X’s without releasing the cable. The web
held his weight.
He let go of the cable. "Okay. Come on." He moved lower and
heard En-Anh’s boots contact the metal web, and continued.
Without the shuttle’s power supply to aid him, he needed to
rely on dead reckoning and instinct--both his and the cyborg’s.
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the humor he’d felt a moment before, but knew the attempt would
fail.
"If I use the laser-torch it will burn much of the organic matter
between it and the bulkhead underneath." En-Anh moved his
head. Their visors came close enough to let Ryton see his
companion’s eyes clearly.
"You stated your suit’s integrity is secure." Ryton held his
stare, his voice void of emotion.
En-Anh’s head made a curt nod.
"External sensors off?"
"They are."
"You can’t smell anything outside your helmet?"
"No, I cannot."
"If something smells bad, it’s only body odor or that nasty
garlic paste of yours." Ryton held back the same twisted grin
haunting him a moment earlier. Looking at his companion’s eyes,
he said, "Then I advise you to begin. The sooner you start the
sooner we get the hell out of here." He pointed to the edge of the
egress hatch exposed above the remains. "I suggest you cut
starting there and move upward."
En-Anh glanced down with obvious reluctance, and then
nodded. He lifted the laser-torch and switched it on. The tool
made a strange whine as if fighting for power.
Ryton tapped his shoulder. "Battery at full strength?"
"Of course, I checked the charge before leaving the aircar."
"Then why’s it making that God awful noise?"
"I do not know." En-Anh spoke without looking away from
the exact spot where the laser cut into the bulkhead.
Ryton imagined he could smell singed flesh, but saw the laser-
torch cutting through metal and knew his mind fed itself with
hallucinatory horror. The red beam stung his retinas. He studied
the readout of the names on the passenger manifest displayed
inside his visor and wished he could be anywhere other than
inside the wreckage.
As he did, he recalled the unsubstantiated rumors within the
Guild over the previous two or three months. Ryton hated
politics, ignored what he heard when he deemed the rumors
unworthy of his attention, and now knew he had erred. He was
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