Allie's War Season One (100 page)

Again, she acted like I hadn’t spoken.

If I cannot get you ready in the next few months...
She clicked softly, shaking her head. .
..Well, that would be unfortunate.

“Unfortunate how?” I said.

If this is what I think it is, I give us only weeks. Months at most.

“Weeks?” I said, a little alarmed. “Weeks before what?”

Before the Displacement begins for real,
she answered, taking a sip of the dark brown drink.
...And the humans begin to die.

9

FOUND

...and they say Death will live among them in the guise of a child, for like air tears a cloud, or smoke kills flame, or a river wears down its own fire-blackened stones...Death breaks inside itself and cannot be mended.

—Seer proverb, Anonymous

“SIR, YOU WON’T believe what we’ve found. We’ve scarcely been able to...wait. I should get Ithren, sir...”

Already, Terian-3 was bored.

Leaning back in his chair, the tall, Scandinavian-looking seer laid the folds of his furred cloak over one knee.

Sequestered in Bhutan, he’d been prevented from crossing over to Four and the boy by the Adhipan. Seertown being much closer in India than Three’s base in Berlin, they beat him here...then managed to cut him off.

Three loathed Bhutan. Really the entire Asian continent could be swallowed up by some kind of sea monster, leaving only the raw materials and a few pretty views and he would be quite content. He sat in an abandoned communications terminal inside a former military outpost outside Kurjey Lhakhang, Bumthang, in what looked to be an out-of-service public queue from one Communist regime or another. So far, no one had found the modified box; but then, Galaith, despite his other faults, always supplied him with the very best toys.

“Sir?” The voice resurfaced. “Apologies. You caught us at a bit of a bad time, and...”

At his stare, the seer trailed. The man’s VR shadow was a bipedal reptile with striped horns that protruded from a domed, iridescent-scaled head. Enhancements gave his voice a growling, hissing quality, causing the lizard’s nostrils to flare as his voice rose with emotion.

The seer had obviously programmed it himself.

Terian took a drag of his hiri stick. “Go on,” he said.

“We found another one, sir,” the lizard told him. “...Totally unknown.”

Terian choked on the smoke.

He’d occupied himself with a secondary chore while he waited for the word from Washington DC...namely, tasking the fragments of the Rooks’ genetics team with comparing Alyson’s bio-stats against all existing human and seer records.

He thought it an interesting idea that he might be able to ID other intermediary beings from their biological fingerprint alone. Once he had the idea, he simply could not resist trying it out; therefore, Terian-3 ordered the scans run to amuse himself, but also to be thorough...and to test his hypothesis.

He hadn’t really expected a hit. Little Allie’s bio-samples disintegrated upon separation from her aleimi with a speed that made it nearly impossible to tag her DNA with total accuracy, anyway.

“Alive?” Terian queried.

“No.” The man’s face fell. “Not as such, sir.”

Three inhaled smoke, chewing the end of the hiri to get at the resin. He felt his shoulders relax. “I am not interested in dead glow-eyes, Remsn. Find me one I can fuck. Otherwise, it is of academic note...”

A second voice rose. “This one might interest you, sir.”

A nondescript shadow appeared with wire-like hair and a yellow smock, to mark him as a doctor. Terian decided he liked the lizard suit better.

“We think it likely the record of Syrimne. There are several factors that—”

“Wait.” Terian raised a hand. “What makes you think that?”

“The dates match,” said the lizard. “We found him in colonial records of the French...but also in German records when we cross-referenced.”

“Show me.”

Both shadows faded.

Blood data floated, lines linking characteristics between the two subjects. Terian recognized Alyson’s before shifting his attention to the other, obviously older record. From phrasing it was likely from a primary source and handwritten.

After staring at it for a few seconds, Terian exhaled.

“There is some mild variation,” he commented. “And it is not a DNA record as such, but the old style of seer blood-printing, which is less accurate—”

“Yes, sir,” the doctor agreed. “Of course you are right. But all of the secondaries match. They even tracked the rate at which the blood lost its structural integrity, and it matches our rate of genetic decomposition. Factors indicate the possibility of at least two discernible Elaerian blood types. Given how closely tied these creatures are to their sight, it could also have something to do with their aleimic signature, or their specific connections to beings within the Barrier...”

Ithren sounded apologetic.

“...We still do not fully understand Barrier-mutable physiological factors, sir. We have a team working on mapping rules around...” Seeing, or perhaps feeling the impatience emanating off Terian, the researcher quickly went on. “...In any case, the second specimen is clearly Elaerian...an intermediary. An exact match exists in all other relevant data...heart rate, reflexes, glandular make-up, brain activity, respiratory functioning, aleimic signature described...”

Terian remained fixed on the dates. “Could the age be incorrect?”

“We pulled the records from a colonial school organized according to age groups. At the very least, he appeared this age physically, sir.”

Terian quirked an eyebrow, smiling in spite of himself.

“A school? What was his claimed race?”

“Human, sir.”

“Human?” Terian blinked. “Really?”

“Yes, sir. He claimed to be the son of a diplomat from Serbia. A blood illness along with rumors of mixed ethnicity were meant to account for some of his secondary traits...”

“And you believe this age to be correct?”

“It matches, sir,” the lizard piped in. “Three of his classmates went on to take prominent roles in the German military in World War I. His guardian was a confirmed member of the resistance under Syrimne later.”

“All right.” Terian tapped his fingers. “What else?”

“Intelligence tests, emotional assessment, disciplinary reports...his intelligence scores were off the charts. Empathic didn’t even register. Relational he was weaker, but still better than most Sarks. They thought he cheated, sir. Apparently he made a point of sabotaging every test they tried to perform on him, either rigging outcomes or refusing outright to participate. They have a lot of notes scribbled by the results...” The seer gestured vaguely. “Someone was protecting him. The issue of his race was never raised. Of course, humans were incredibly ignorant about seers at the time...”

“What was the name again?”

“Nenzi, sir.” He appeared to be scanning other records. “...But it seems to be some kind of nickname. At the school he’s listed as Ewald Gottschalk. Could have been a joke though, sir, that name...” At Terian’s blank look, Ithren paused. “‘God’s servant in the Law,’ is roughly how it translates. We may have traced back a clan name, from the guardian. Humans knew him as the boy’s uncle, but we’ve got him ID’d as a seer as well...Sark of course, but it has to be presumed he knew something was odd with his charge.”

“Name?”

“Clan Argstaad, sir. Menlim as given.”

“You mentioned disciplinary reports.” Terian scrolled through electronic records. “Were these all about faked tests?”

“No, sir. Most related to behavioral issues, but he was also written up for a number of...well, odder things. One of the teachers built a case for suspected child abuse, openly naming his guardian in several reports. According to her, our boy refused to undress for physical examinations, fell asleep repeatedly in class due to sleep deprivation, passed out at least twice from lack of food, came to school visibly injured...showed symptoms of trauma. He also displayed as nearly obsessive-compulsive in terms of certain rituals, and acted as though he thought he were being watched...”

“Did they pursue it?”

“No.” Ithren shrugged with one hand. “Given the political situation at the time, it is hardly surprising. One of the reports also has Nenzi cutting the throat of a classmate in a schoolyard fight, so he didn’t make a particularly believable victim.” Seeing Terian’s eyebrows rise, Ithren added,

“...The boy survived. And extenuating circumstances were present...but Nenzi wasn’t popular. They actually had a petition at one point to drive him out of the school.”

Terian lips twitched in a smile. “I’m beginning to like this kid. Did the petition succeed?”

“No, but only due to timing. His uncle pulled him, claiming his nephew ‘Ewald’ suffered from some sort of illness. We found no reports of him visiting medical facilities, however. In fact, there are never any reports of him visiting the human meds, except when his teacher forced the issue, and then the guardian nearly had her arrested...”

“Any adult records?” Terian said.

“Two.” Ithren’s image receded, replaced by a VR record that had once been hand-written. “A double homicide in which he was the primary suspect. The records are incomplete, and it may have related to the war. There was a fire at the relevant police station prior to his transfer to military tribunal...”

Terian skimmed details. “Was he prosecuted?”

“No, sir...but again, only due to timing. The second record I referenced is that of his death...” The image morphed again, replacing the first record with another, also hand-written, beside a death certificate in German. “...which is listed as occurring one week prior to the first scheduled hearing before the military tribunal assigned the case.”

“Death? But that would be before the war ended, surely?”

“Well before, sir. We believe his death must have been staged...perhaps even with the complicity of the German military.” A news broadcast began playing in the background, describing an explosion in one of the military shipyards.

“It makes sense,” Ithren said. “If his handlers were trying to keep him inconspicuous, they didn’t do a particularly effective job. And the incident surrounding his ‘death’ was used as a political weapon for a number of months after. The Germans claimed it was sabotage by the French.

“...Nenzi was known to be a member of the Brotherhood, which was only a political organization at the time, handing out leaflets, giving speeches, holding protests, that kind of thing. He had a reputation as a fighter...even made money as a street boxer. He appeared to be around eighteen, in human years, by that time. It’s impossible to know his true age. We now believe, from Alyson’s records, that Elaerian are able to adapt to the chronological cycles of the dominant species around which they were raised, as a function of camouflage. If he were raised mainly around humans—”

“This was all prior to the ban. Are there any images of him?”

“No, sir...that’s another odd thing. Images of his classmates exist, but his were destroyed. All of them, even in the official records.”

Terian thought for a moment. “Who witnessed his death?”

“His guardian, a few neighbors, people he worked with...we looked into all the names. All Brotherhood, sir. No one thought to question it at the time.”