Ghostworld (Deathstalker Prelude) (17 page)

The alien’s blunt head emerged from a vast hole in the ceiling like a maggot in a rotten apple. Frost grabbed Dianaand hurled them both frantically to one side as the monster dropped out of the ceiling. The floor shuddered as it hit. Frost hit the floor rolling and was quickly back on her feet again, a grenade in her hand. She primed it, rolled it down the corridor towards the alien, hauled Diana to her feet, and all but threw her round the nearest corner. She counted quickly under her breath as they ran down the side corridor, and then a blast of superheated air blew past the corridor entrance, followed by the alien’s roar. Frost grinned. She might not be able to kill the damn thing, but she could still hurt it.

She pushed the esper ahead of her as they ran, and took the opportunity to examine her disrupter. The energy crystal was seriously depleted, good for only three or four shots at most. The floor was trembling under her feet again. The alien had to be close behind them. She risked a look back, and swore dispassionately. It was closer than she’d expected, and gaining on them. The thing could move surprisingly fast for its bulk. Frost smiled briefly. She’d always been the pursuer, never the pursued. This was a new experience for her. She found it exhilarating.

They rounded the next corner and then skidded to a halt as they found a dead end. What had been an open passage on the floor plan was now sealed off with a thick mass of alien webbing. Frost hefted her disrupter. The gun still had enough energy to blast a way through, but she might need that power to fire at the alien. She shrugged, and levelled the gun at the webbing. The vivid energy bolt tore through the web, blackening the edges of the ruptured webbing. Frost started forward, only to stop as the web slowly re-formed, knitting itself together with effortless skill. The way was blocked again, and she’d wasted one shot. She didn’t see any point in wasting another. She looked quickly about her. Here too there were holes in the walls and ceiling, and no way to tell where any of them led. More of the alien’s work. Frost turned to the esper, who was looking back the way they’d come with wide eyes and trembling mouth.

“We’re going to have to make a stand, esper. Or rather, I am. You can’t help me, and you might get hurt if you get in the way, so I want you to go on alone. Pick one of the tunnels. They have to lead somewhere. Choose one of the smaller ones and the alien won’t be able to follow you. I have to stay here and hold its attention until the Captain and Carrion have finished their business.”

“You can’t face that thing on your own,” said Diana. “The gun didn’t hurt it, and the grenades only slowed it down. If you stay here you’ll be killed. Come with me. I’ll make us both invisible, and we’ll lose the alien in the tunnels.”

“No, esper. We have a job to do, remember? We have to keep the alien occupied.”

“You can’t do that if you get yourself killed. Stay here and you’ll die!”

Frost raised an eyebrow. “It’s not that certain. I am an Investigator, after all. We can’t both go into the tunnels. They’re unknown territory to us. Certainly the alien has to know their layout a damn sight better than us. You go on, esper. I’ll hold it here. You have to survive, to be the bait again, if necessary. And if you’re going to lead the alien a chase without me, you’re going to need a good head start. Go on, esper.”

Diana looked at her steadily. “You’re going to die here, aren’t you?”

“Not if I can help it.”

“Aren’t you?”

Frost sighed resignedly. “Yes, esper. Quite probably. But that doesn’t matter. I know my duty. I always knew I’d die in the field and not in my bed. Comes with the job. I don’t mind. It’s my duty and it’s my life. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“You mean it’s what the Empire made you want. They programmed you, just like they did me. They ruined your life and made you love it, and now you’ll die for them, because your conditioning won’t let you do the sensible thing and run.”

“No, Diana, that’s not it. I’m going to stand and fight because that’s what I do best. We’re buying time for the others, me by fighting, you by running. Now do as you’re told and get into that tunnel. Please.”

Diana stepped forward suddenly, and hugged Frost tightly. The Investigator just stood there for a moment, and then gently hugged her back. Diana let go, and Frost helped her climb into the nearest tunnel mouth. Diana smiled back at Frost, her lips pressed tightly together so they wouldn’t tremble and spoil the moment, and then she turned and disappeared into the tunnel, taking her lamp with her. Frost adjusted her eyes to make the most of the ambient light, and turned back to face the corridor. Her force shield hummed briskly on her arm, and her sword was a comforting weight in her hand. She breathed slowly, coolly, and her hands were perfectly steady. What the hell. It was only an alien. Something moved in the shadows at the end of the corridor, and Frost smiled widely.

At the heart of the alien web, Carrion and Captain Silence looked at each other speechlessly as the AI told them of the nuclear countdown in a calm, conversational voice. Silence slammed his gun back into his holster.

“Well, that’s great. Just great! Now what the hell are we going to do?”

“If I might suggest, Captain,” said Carrion, “this is something we might do better to discuss on the run. We have less than thirty-two minutes to locate the esper and the Investigator, evade the alien, get the hell out of Base Thirteen, persuade your computer to let us back on the pinnace, and get off-planet before the nuke blows.”

“In other words,” said Silence, “we’re going to die. What the hell, we might as well give it a try, just to be contrary. Odin, work out where we are and show us the quickest route out of here.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said the AI. “Firstly, I will not let you back on board the pinnace. You are still quite probably contaminated by the alien. Secondly, the Empire is going to need the alien’s body, and as much of its technology as possible, to examine. Given the potential threat of this new species, the Empire will need all possible information as to the extent of that threat. I must insist you do all in your power to preserve the Base and its contents. I regret the necessity for such harsh measures, Captain. My programming requires that I do this. You know how it is.”

“Just when you think things couldn’t possibly get any worse, they do,” said Silence. “I’ll make you a deal, Odin. You agree to get us off-planet and safely back to Quarantine on the
Darkwind
, and we’ll save the Base and its contents from destruction. What do you say?”

“Agreed,” said the AI. “My programming allows me to be flexible during emergencies.”

“Right,” said Silence. “That’s a start, anyway.”

“Pardon me,” said Carrion, “but just how are you planning to defeat the alien and defuse the nuke in under thirty-one minutes?”

“Beats the hell out of me. Odin, you must have forged some links with the Base computers by now. Can’t you patch into the systems running the countdown, and turn it off?”

“Not at present, Captain. Since this was intended as a last-ditch self-destruct option, the Empire built in a great many safeguards to ensure that the countdown could not be interfered with, once initiated. The alien managed to suspend the countdown in some manner, but I confess I am at a loss to explain how. I am doing my best to access the relevant systems, but my best-guess analysis suggests that will take me significantly longer than the thirty-one minutes remaining on the countdown.”

“Didn’t you just know he was going to say that?” Silence said to Carrion. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Do we know where the bomb itself is located?” said Carrion, frowning thoughtfully.

“Well, computer?”

“The exact location is protected by Security codes I do not have access to. Logic suggests it is concealed somewhere on Level Three, to ensure maximum destruction.”

“Whatever we’re going to do, we’d better do it quickly,” said Carrion. “And we have to contact Frost and Diana. They may be facing the alien by now, and they still think they have all the time in the world to deal with it.”

“There is a way,” said Silence slowly. “After all, this doesn’t affect just us. We’re not alone on this planet, are we, Carrion? There’s always the Ashrai.”

The alien came boiling down the corridor towards Frost like a flash flood, impossibly huge, impossibly fast. Its mouth gaped wide, revealing its razor-sharp teeth. It was on the Investigator in a second, and she launched herself forward, vaulting over the alien’s lowered head and onto its spiked metal back. She landed awkwardly, trying to dodge the spikes and the barbs, but quickly regained her balance. She swept her force shield round in a circle, the sputtering edge shearing through the spikes, and then, having made herself some room, she slammed her sword down into the alien’s head. The blade sank half its length into the leathery flesh, and the alien howled shrilly. It smashed its head against the corridor wall, trying to shake off the pain it felt, but Frost held onto the sword with both hands, and kept her balance.

Thick black blood pooled around her feet, and Frost grinned savagely as she stirred the sword around in the alien’s head, searching for the brain. The alien screamed, the vast sound hammering through Frost’s head, and its long body convulsed as it struggled to throw her off. Frostused all her strength and forced the sword in another few inches. She worked the blade from side to side, trying to widen the wound, but even as the dark flesh split apart, metal traceries sprang out of the raw meat to repair the wound. The flesh healed incredibly quickly, and the metal sutures were strong enough to resist her sword’s edge. And slowly, inch by inch, the sword was being forced back up and out of the wound it had made.

Frost lifted the force shield on her arm and brought it down like a hammer. The edge of the energy field passed through the leathery flesh like mist, leaving a long rent behind it. She knelt down beside her sword, and the force field spat and sparkled as she buried it in the alien’s back. The alien threw itself back and forth, its wailing voice painfully loud as its cries echoed and re-echoed from the corridor walls. Frost fought to keep her balance as the alien whipped its head from side to side. Metal spikes thrust up around her, and her shield jerked out of the alien’s back. Frost leaned on her sword with all her strength, but still the blade was forced up and out of the alien flesh.

And then a pit opened up in the alien’s back beneath Frost’s feet, and sucked her down. She was knee-deep in the alien before she could even react, hidden muscles crushing her legs. She snarled at the pain and cut desperately about her with her sword and her force shield, but still the alien flesh sucked her down. It closed around her like a living sea, absorbing her struggles and repairing its wounds as fast as Frost could make them. She groped for the monofilament knife in its sheath on her leg, but it had already disappeared into the alien’s body. Something dragged at her feet, pulling her down till she was waist-deep in the alien. The dark flesh rose up like a tidal wave and swept towards her.

Diana looked down from the mouth of a tunnel high up on the wall, and clenched her fists helplessly as she watched the Investigator disappearing into the alien’s back. She knew sheshould be using the time Frost was buying her to get away, but she couldn’t just turn her back and let the Investigator die. She couldn’t just leave her. A cold hand clutched at her heart as the tidal wave rose up and rolled unstoppably forward. Unless she did something, and quickly, Frost was going to die. But what could she do? She was an esper, not a fighter. Never a fighter. She looked wildly about her for inspiration, and her gaze stumbled across a massive, blocky wall-unit not far from the tunnel mouth.

She didn’t stop to think about what she was going to do; because she knew that if she did, she probably wouldn’t do it. First, she had to get the alien’s attention. She dropped her mental shields and cast aside her invisibility like a veil she no longer needed. The great alien head swung round immediately, staring up at her blindly but knowingly. It wanted her, and now it knew where she was. Frost was still sinking into its back, but more slowly now, as though the alien wasn’t concentrating on her anymore. It had her, but it wanted the esper. The huge body surged forward, its stumpy legs poling it along the steel walls, leaving dents in its wake. Diana slapped her force shield bracelet, and it sprang into being on her left arm. The alien lifted its head high, searching for her. Diana leaned out from the tunnel mouth, hanging precariously by one hand, and sliced at the wall unit with the edge of her shield. The shimmering energy sliced through the unit’s supports, and it lurched drunkenly away from the wall, held only by a single cable. Diana leaned out further, most of her weight hanging out over the drop. The alien’s head reached for her, only inches away. Diana gritted her teeth, stretched out her arm, and sliced through the remaining cable. The unit tore itself away from the wall and crashed down onto the alien’s head, its massive weight hammering the creature’s head to the floor.

Diana dropped down onto the alien’s back, aiming carefully to land between the trapped Investigator and thepinned-down alien head. She hacked at the dark flesh with the edge of her shield, until Frost could get her arms free again, and then between them they dug the Investigator out. The alien thrashed back and forth, convulsing down all its length, unable to get enough leverage to lift its head against the weight of the wall unit. Frost finally got her hand on her monofilament knife, and with Diana’s help she cut herself free. They climbed quickly down from the alien and backed away down the corridor, both of them still spattered with its gore.

“Do you think that weight’s going to hold it?” yelled Diana, shouting to be heard over the din of the alien’s howls.

“Not a chance!” yelled Frost. “Let’s get out of here.”

She ran down the corridor with Diana at her side. Behind them they heard a crash as the alien finally threw off the wall unit. Diana tried to run faster, and couldn’t. Her strength was gone, and she was running now on desperation and adrenalin. The Investigator ran effortlessly beside her, not even breathing hard, despite all she’d been through. It occurred to Diana that Frost could probably get away quite easily, but instead had chosen to run at the esper’s slower pace. Frost looked round suddenly and caught the esper’s eye.