Extensis Vitae (20 page)

“Remember, your future is a blank slate—it has yet to be written. You can leave all of this in the past and make of your future what you will. Think how many people get a chance like this! Rest in peace, my friend. Until we meet again!” White called out. The massive lid sealed with a boom of finality like a coffin slamming shut—which, in effect, it was. White looked in through the window and gave him a solemn salute, then was gone.

Reznik could barely keep his eyes open. His raspy breathing echoed loudly in the silence of the cryochamber.
Any minute now, and they will begin pumping ice water through my veins,
he thought.

After a few seconds, his mind began to drift and the cold light of the LEDs was replaced by the warm light of a sunny summer day. He was a young boy again, and it was summertime at the lake, and he was stealing a kiss from a girl with a flower in her hair. The warm light bloomed around him and receded, and then it was nighttime and he was driving down the highway, rocking out to some heavy metal on the way home from a concert, his friends in the car head-banging with him. The approaching headlights of another vehicle became bright enough to engulf him, and then he was standing on top of a mountain, laughing and holding hands with Amanda. She kissed him, and he smelled the clean scent of her hair as the cold breeze blew it into his face. The bright sun intensified with a flash, and he found himself looking into the flame of a candle as he sat at a table eating Thanksgiving dinner. His friend Nash was giving him a dirty look across the table as the dark-haired girl next to him blushed from a compliment Reznik had paid her. Next, he was standing at attention in front of his unit and the commander was pinning a medal to his chest. “Master Sergeant Michael Reznik, you are hereby awarded the Distinguished Service Cross for acts of extraordinary heroism in action against an enemy of the United States.” The group erupted with cheers and applause. The light got brighter, and then the cheers and applause intensified and became the thunder of an explosion, and flames bloomed at the edge of his vision. Nash’s face had turned to one of horror as he fell backward out of the open doorway of the Black Hawk. The flames momentarily blinded him until they coalesced into bright afternoon sunlight streaming into a sterile white hospital room. Amanda’s large blue eyes were wet with tears as she said, “I’m so sorry, Michael.” She turned and fled the room. The bright light began to dim, and this time, all that remained was blackness.

Chapter 18

R
eznik woke up the next morning with a sense of peacefulness after the vivid dream from the previous night. There was a sense of closure for him now that he knew what had transpired with the DARPA program, and the events that had brought him to this point. The future didn’t seem as daunting now that he could remember the past. He might be on a path leading into the unknown, but it was a path of his own choosing, and he would make the best of it.

His only regret was that he and Myrna would have to part ways. They had grown fond of each other, but both understood that their paths lay in different directions for the time being. Her place was with the colony—at least until the day when the colonists would be ready to rejoin the surface population. Myrna seemed to sense that Reznik would not be happy remaining in the colony, even if he didn’t have obligations to fulfill, and was supportive of his decision.

After a shower and a hearty breakfast in the dining hall, he returned to his room to gather his belongings. Out of habit, he made a quick inventory of what he would be taking. All of his gear easily fit in his large pack, with the exception of the extra water bottles. His weapons and ammo, several changes of clothing, along with a coat and gloves were stowed inside. He wore a sturdy pair of work boots that were comfortable as well as hardy. He had enough rations for a couple of weeks, and energy bars, first aid supplies, and other odds and ends. He had filled two large water bottles and had a number of empties, which he would fill up at Colony 13. According to the experts, the water purifiers would work up to a month under emergency power.

The two wireless communication relays that the techies had given him were stowed inside the pack as well. Unlike a lot of the telecom equipment he had worked with in the past, these looked to be surprisingly simple to use. They were small gray metal boxes with antennas sticking out. According to the techies, all he had to do was find a couple of ideal locations in the tunnel and Colony 13 where he could fasten them by the magnetic clasp. A simple flip of the power switch should be all that would be needed to reestablish communications between the two colonies.

He also stowed the tablet computer that he hadn’t needed to use before in his pack. Myrna had loaded it with reference material from the Colony archives that he would probably need, since he had slept through nearly nine decades.

Deciding that he had everything he needed, he slung the pack over his shoulder and gathered up the extra water bottles. On the way out the door, he picked up Rin’s katana from where it sat in the corner.

Reznik stopped by Myrna’s room and she joined him. Together they began making their way down to the portal room. Her green eyes were sad as she studied his face. “So you’re sure about this?” she asked.

“I suppose as sure as I have been about anything since I woke up here,” he replied with a sigh. “I’m not as worried about the confrontation with the rest of those outlaws as much as just facing the unknown out there.” He gestured in the direction of the surface. “I mean, I’ve gone into plenty of sticky situations before, but this—who knows if the world as we know it really even exists any longer?”

“Judging from that group of murderous thugs and your soon-to-be-companion, the surface is obviously still habitable. The effects of impact winter should have ended years ago, according to the simulations. Your main concern should probably be all the radiation that was released from the ruined nuclear plants. Once the radioactive particles made it into the atmosphere, the wind would have scattered them all over the globe. Most of that should have settled by now, but there will definitely be hot spots to watch out for. I suspect there will be low levels of radiation in the food and water supplies just about everywhere. Because of the radiation and rapid climate change, scarcity of food and water will be a major concern as well. As far as the socioeconomic conditions—that I have no clue about.”

“Thanks, doc,” Reznik said affectionately. He put his arm around her and gave her a brief hug.

Myrna looked at him with concern. “Michael, I don’t like that woman. She’s cold and calculating—whatever you do, don’t trust her. She will do whatever it takes to get herself out of here. Since she’s on the verge of accomplishing that now, I’d bet that the first chance she gets, she will either stab you in the back or abandon you when you need her. I know you can take care of yourself, but please watch your back around her.”

“I know. I worry about that a lot, but what choice do I have? She can definitely handle herself in a fight, so I can count on her to look out for herself—that’s a given. But what I really need is her assistance as a guide. And once we reach the surface, things could get interesting.” Realizing that he was probably worrying her even more, he forced a smile. “I have a sense about her; she seems honorable. I think she will honor our bargain, at least.” He hoped his voice sounded more confident than he felt.

“You and your ‘honor,’” she said, shaking her head. But she slipped her arm through his as they continued down the corridor.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Myrna stopped and pulled a small, flat object from her pocket. “I had my father dig out those old storage drives from that facility where he found you, and I copied the files onto this chip. I don’t know if it’s only technical data, but I thought there might be a chance that you can find something useful related to your old military program on there. You can access this with the tablet you’ve got.” She shrugged. “It’s a connection to your past, at any rate.”

Reznik took the storage device and slipped it into an interior pocket. “That’s a great idea—thanks! Hopefully I can find out more about what happened to the DARPA program and the people who worked there.” He put his arm around her shoulders and they continued walking.

They arrived at the portal room a few minutes early. He nodded a greeting to the two guards in the booth.

A couple minutes later, he heard footsteps, and the security detail approached with Rin in tow. June walked at the head of the group of six. Reznik was pleased to note the shiny new rank pinned on the breast of her uniform.

“Hey, nice captain’s bars,” Reznik told June with a wink.

“Did you have anything to do with this?” she asked with a grin.

“Nope, not at all. It looks to me like the best person for the position received the promotion. Congratulations!”

June regarded him with a look that somehow managed to be proud and dubious at the same time. “Well, thank you for your vote of confidence. I just hope I can live up to expectations.”

“I’m sure you will,” he replied kindly. He noticed Rin silently watching the exchange. She gave an almost imperceptible nod at his glance. Her wrists were still cuffed, but she was calm and seemed content.

“The administrator specifically stated that she wasn’t to be uncuffed until she was turned over to you and the two of you were on your way,” June said apologetically. “He didn’t say anything about the leg irons, so rather than force her to shuffle all the way down here, I removed those.”

Reznik nodded. “Good thinking.” Just then, Swanson entered the room with Dr. Kane and another council member that Reznik didn’t know.

“It was such a short time ago that we stood here just like this, ready to see you off,” Swanson said by way of greeting. “Let’s hope that fortune smiles on you this time, as well.”

“I hope so, too,” Reznik replied.

“Just don’t forget our deal. Make sure you set up the relays and give us a status report when everything is taken care of on your end.”

“Right,” he agreed. “And not a word on the location or anything else about this facility to anyone on the surface.”

“Indeed,” Swanson answered. He stroked his mustache and regarded Rin. “Obviously, I have no control over you once you leave here; however, I trust you realize that exile is an extremely lenient sentence for your crimes. I hope that you remember not only the merciful and just sentence, but also the fair treatment you received here,” Swanson said smoothly.

Ever the politician,
Reznik thought.

“Fair treatment, except for that minor incident with the beatings by the drunken guards, you mean to say?” Rin shot back. Reznik thought he could detect some amusement in her tone.

Swanson was unruffled. “That was a regrettable incident, and the perpetrators were punished accordingly—” he began.

“Don’t worry, Administrator,” she cut him off. “I am satisfied with the sentence, and I have no desire to ever return to this hole in the ground. No one else will hear of this place from me, either.”

Even though he wasn’t one who took well to being interrupted, Swanson looked pleased. “Well, that settles that. Uncuff her,” he ordered.

June removed Rin’s handcuffs and stepped back. Rin massaged her wrists, but made no other move.

“I suppose that concludes our business, then—right, my friend?” When Reznik agreed, Swanson extended his hand. His handshake was as limp and sweaty as ever. “Best of luck to you.”

“You, as well, Mr. Swanson.” Reznik looked around at the small group waiting expectantly. “Well then, I’ll say my goodbyes and we will be on our way,” Reznik announced.

“Open the vault door!” Swanson bellowed to the guards in the booth. The guards complied; the klaxon sounded and the red light began flashing. The hydraulics hissed, and then the huge door began to rumble open.

Once the din from the vault door and the ear-splitting klaxon ended, an eerie stillness settled in for a moment. The only sound was the faint hissing of steam from the hydraulic motors.

“Mr. Reznik,” Dr. Kane spoke up, breaking the silence, “I want to thank you again for your heroics in rescuing us. That was a hell of a thing, risking yourself for complete strangers, and I can never repay you. I’m so sorry that I didn’t think to tell you about the whole business with the activation code.” He wrung his hands in distress. “Things were just so hectic with everything that was going on…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Reznik replied. “I totally understand. I should be thanking you, actually. If you hadn’t picked up the pieces from the DARPA project, I’d most likely be rotting in that cryo-vat right now, all but forgotten.”

“I’m just glad that we were able to get everything to work right! The cryostasis and neural transfer were all new to me. I had researched it, of course, but the actual hands-on part—well, for that, you should be thanking my brilliant daughter!” He smiled and put his hand on Myrna’s shoulder. She smiled back at both of them.