Annihilation: Love Conquers All (25 page)

“Sir, they’re not responding.”

“Target one of our lasers on the aft engine mount.”

“Ready, sir.”

“Fire.”

Tag sensed the laser was about to be fired and jerked his ship up just as it went through the space his ship had just occupied.

“Sir, the laser missed.”

Kosiev looked at Mikado and said, “How?”

“I don’t know. The ship changed direction just as we fired.”

“Use three lasers; I want that ship disabled. Fire when ready.”

Tag was rolling his ship in multiple directions to avoid the lasers. He could sense where they were going to hit before they actually fired and he moved his ship out of the way. He simply flew into the psychic shadows he saw ahead of his ship.

“Sir, we are unable to hit him with a laser,” Mikado said with frustration in his voice.

“You can’t be serious,” Kosiev said. “Our sensors have confirmed that ship is nothing more than a civilian transport. It doesn’t even possess a screen. How can you be missing it?”

“I don’t know,” Mikado answered. “But it is able to avoid every shot.”

“Then use all eight lasers.”

“Sir, I authorized use of all the lasers more than three minutes ago. We have still been unable to hit him.”

Kosiev was amazed. There was no possible way for that ship to avoid being hit, but there it was, still headed full speed towards the moon. “Arm two missiles and set them to target the transponder on that ship; fire when ready.”

Tag was now flying low over the surface of the moon when he discovered that his time was up. He could avoid the lasers because he could see where they were going to be and knew the path that would avoid them. Missiles were different. He could see that they were locked on his ship and there were no psychic shadows in front of him; there was no way he could avoid them. Not only were they faster, but they could outmaneuver him. He pressed the eject button on the console, felt the floor open out from under him, and felt his chair accelerate out of the ship and drop towards the surface of the moon. The chair automatically turned and fired its small maneuvering jets to slow his forward velocity down so that he could land safely. Tag sat in the chair and saw his ship explode overhead as the two missiles impacted. Then he watched as the surface of the moon flew by under him at a dizzying speed. It began to slow down as his chair’s jets continued to fire; they finally stopped firing at six hundred feet above the surface. He saw a huge crater below him and realized that he was going to land inside it next to the crater wall. The chair released him one hundred feet above the crater’s floor, and he started to fall slowly towards the moon’s surface. He used his suit jets to land him softly in the crater.

“The ship has been destroyed, sir,” Mikado said. Then he looked at his board and said, “We also have a message coming in from spaceport authority.”

“Put it on speaker, Lieutenant.”

The speaker came on and a voice asked, “Commodore Kosiev, did anyone survive the destruction of that ship?” Kosiev looked at Lieutenant Mikado, who nodded and held up one finger.

“Yes, we recorded one person ejecting.”

Then he heard a new voice from the speaker. “Commodore Kosiev, I am Inspector Esa Connor and I am the head of the Americas Security Enforcement Committee. I have reason to believe that the person who stole that ship is someone we’ve been trying to apprehend for more than three years. It is important that he not escape. We are sending you seventeen additional warships to assist you in locating the whereabouts of this person. I have just learned from your military attaché that you were firing eight lasers at his ship and he managed to avoid every one of them.”

Kosiev stood up from his command chair and looked out the view screen at the surface of the moon below him. “Yes, sir, that’s correct. We don’t understand how that could happen and we were forced to use missiles to stop the ship from escaping.”

“It has to do with the talents of the person you were chasing,” Esa said. “He knew before you did when and where you were going to fire. I’ll explain it in more detail later; right now I want you to take command of the ships we’re sending and find Thomas Gardner.”

“We weren’t able to track exactly where he landed because our sensors overloaded briefly due to the explosion of his ship. We have it narrowed down to a four-hundred-square-mile quadrant.” Kosiev glanced at Mikado, who was shaking his head and said, “Sir, it might be easier to bombard the surface and kill him than to actually find him.”

“Commodore, you will do absolutely everything in your power to find him and not, I repeat not, harm him in any way. I will be sending someone to your ship he might listen to. They will arrive within five hours.”

“Yes sir. We will begin search operations immediately.”

“Commodore, that young man on the moon possesses a gift that may ultimately save all of mankind some day. It’s critically important that we find him alive.”

“I’ll do my best, sir.”

“Do better than your best, Commodore; find him alive.” Kosiev’s com went dark.

Everyone on the bridge stared at each other silently, and then Lieutenant. Mikado said, “I’ve never heard of more than three ships being used in any kind of search operation and especially not warships, and even if we have a hundred ships, we still may not find him.”

Kosiev replied, “Warships have the best sensors and the most highly trained people using them. We’ll have to do our best. This person we’re looking for must be very important for some reason. It appears that we will look however long it takes until we find him. Lieutenant, set up a search pattern that covers the area we think he landed in. We’ll start on one boundary, Red Sea will start on the second, and Yellowstone will start on the third. The next ship to show up will start on the last boundary, and then we’ll work our way inward. As other ships arrive assign them an area to scan. If we don’t find him we’ll start the search all over again. They may force us to go to the surface and find him if all else fails.”

“What about the craters, sir? Their walls are so irregular that someone could hide under them and not be seen by any of our sensors, especially if they turn down the power of their spacesuit.” Lt Alverez, Kosievs’ weapons officer said.

“Then scan an area far enough away from the crater wall and fire a low power laser into it. It might make him leave his hiding place where we can see him. But I want it perfectly clear, you will only fire into an area far enough away from the crater walls so that he will not be harmed, and only if we’re certain he’s not close to our target. Does anyone know who the person is that is supposed to communicate with him?”

Lieutenant Mikado looked at his board, “We’ve just received a message concerning that. It’s a senior inspector from the security enforcement committee named Danielle Ash.”

H
e sat on the surface of the moon among the rocks, pebbles, and dust with his back against a crater wall. He had watched as the dust he kicked up running into the crater’s shadow finally settled back to the surface. It had settled slowly in the moon’s gravity like rain falling in slow motion. He was sitting in a shadow cast by the overhang of a crater, staring up at the Earth overhead, which looked huge, with white clouds covering the southern hemisphere and oceans shining deep blue. It was breathtaking and was made all the more beautiful by the stars that surrounded it like a halo. He could see the North American continent clearly with Central City covering most of it, and it reminded him of his home there as a little boy. He decided that if it had to end here, at least he had a spectacular view. The moon’s surface was so bright that he had to put his helmet visor on its highest setting to keep from being blinded. It was pitch-black in the crater’s shadow, but the moon’s surface was brilliant as it sloped away to the far wall of the crater more than four miles away. In its own way, the moon had a beauty in the starkness of its ragged, scarred surface, with every inch screaming its billion-year-old bout with meteor impacts. The one good thing about the titanic struggle was it offered many hiding places.

He would look up and occasionally see the thrusters from one of the naval warships as it maneuvered overhead looking for him. The warships had their own kind of beauty too, and their sleek lines glowing brightly with the power of their screens belied the danger they represented. He wasn’t too worried about being seen because he was in the crater’s shadow and they had no chance of seeing him with the visual sensors. Blazes, he couldn’t even see himself. Since the moon had no atmosphere light was not scattered, so the shadows were pitch-black. The only real risk he faced of being discovered was that one of the warships would get close enough and its sensors would pick up the small electronic emissions of his suit, but even that was a remote possibility. He had turned off most of the suit’s accessories, leaving only his environmental and visual circuits active, so they would have to come very close to detect him.

The warships overhead had been firing energy beams from high-altitude randomly into the surface, hoping to get him to move. Each beam would vaporize rocks for a hundred yards, and one had hit two miles across the crater from where he was hiding. Even at that range his suit had to turn up its cooling just to dissipate the heat. Weapons designed to destroy starships at forty miles just weren’t effective at such short range. They did, however, make a very impressive hole in the moon’s surface. He watched the dust from the beam strike slowly settle back to the surface as the warship moved further along the crater and fired again.

He had counted twenty ships crisscrossing overhead. “Twenty ships! Can you believe it? They didn’t use twenty ships to wipe out the belt pirate fleet of the last dictator five hundred years ago,” he thought. He was genuinely surprised that the fleet would go to this much effort to capture or kill him. Well, maybe not too surprised. After all, they had been chasing him for three years, and now they had the chance to eliminate a prime target. The skills he had used to avoid their capture over the years, coupled with the fact that he had managed to steal a ship that had interstellar capability, only added to their resolve to end this particular problem now. “Some poor flight officer is going to disappear shortly,” he thought, and he felt a twinge of sympathy for the poor fellow, but only for a moment. “Part of the dues for having a high-paying position,” he said to himself. “I wonder where all those people who disappear go? I guess I’ll find out if they capture me.”

He turned on his small suit light, looked at his air indicator, and saw that he only had six hours remaining. He gazed out at the moon’s surface, which was ragged where it had been pulverized over the eons by all sizes of meteorites. The crater he was currently hiding in had been made by a huge impact. The ships had been searching overhead for over two hours since two of their missiles had killed his ship, forcing him to jump to the surface. He saw no evidence of them leaving anytime soon. “I guess they don’t have a sense of humor about ship theft,” he chuckled to himself. He had always been able to cheat death or capture, capture being the same thing as death, by being resourceful and always attentive of his surroundings, using the psychic field, and just being plain lucky. “Looks like lady luck has deserted me,” he thought. He toyed with the idea of stepping out of the shadow and using his suit radio to contact one of the ships overhead; there was a chance they would come down and take him aboard, which would only extend the time until they put him to death. What would probably happen is that they would not waste their time picking him up but just shoot him with one of the ship’s main beams. If he could be certain that they would use the beam, it might be a good idea to step out. At least that would be a quick death instead of suffocating. But there was also the chance that they would want to interrogate him, particularly about how he managed to steal the ship that got him as far as the moon. How could he have known they placed remote-controlled transponders on civilian ships? Once their signal turned it on, their sensors could see him no matter how he tried to avoid them. Even with his special talents, there was no hiding from the ships tracking that transponder. He just couldn’t run the risk of being captured and interrogated. Then they would find out about Leila, and that was one risk he was unwilling to take. He had ejected from the ship just before two missiles exploded it. Fortunately, he was close enough to the moon to reach the surface before his chair ran out of fuel. He could always slowly turn down the heat of his suit and wait until he fell asleep and froze to death. “Ah, Leila, except for you and your test I would still be on Earth playing hide and seek.”

So he sat on the moon, looking out at its ragged surface with the Earth glowing overhead, and thought about his history classes where he learned all that his planet had endured. He could see Mexico and the depressions where six fusion bombs exploded in the last global war. Mankind had come a long way after that last war, from living in caves to interstellar space travel. He reminisced about life and how he had spent most of it being a pain in the grump to the Directorate. He decided that they weren’t such bad people; it’s just that their fear for Earth’s safety led them to control every aspect of existence. Where you work, what job you do, how much you make in credits, where you live, who you marry, how many children you’re allowed, what color clothing you wear, what things are acceptable recreation, and a thousand other details in living one’s life. And anyone questioning these decisions somehow disappeared. It was easy to understand after the final world war when over twelve billion people lost their lives in the nuclear holocaust; those fusion bombs in Mexico put the whole planet into nuclear winter. In the eight hundred years since then, the planet had been rebuilt, wildlife had come back, the population had grown to over nine billion, space travel was developed, and the Douglas Star Drive took mankind out to explore the galaxy. It was one of mankind’s most peaceful periods. All weapons of destruction were eradicated after the last dictator and his fleet of pirates had been overthrown. This led to three hundred years of peace and prosperity for the planet. But that ended abruptly two hundred years ago when one of those interstellar trips out toward the Andromeda Galaxy brought Earth head to head with the Cainth Empire.