Read Web of Fire Bind-up Online
Authors: Steve Voake
Odoursin, who up until this point had elected to listen to proceedings in silence, now stared at Alya and she noticed with some trepidation how fiercely his eyes burned.
âMiss Blin,' he said gravely.
âYes,Your Excellency?'
âAre you suggesting that we are able to rewrite this script in any way we choose? That we can make humans see whatever we want them to see?'
Alya nodded. âI am certain of it,' she said.
A sudden hush fell over the room as, slowly and deliberately, Odoursin got to his feet.
âIn that case,' he said, âlet us begin.'
âI think that must be it,' said Skipper, pointing to a reddish-pink clump of cloud up ahead of them. Sam could see that the cloud was moving, rotating slowly in an anti-clockwise direction while seeming to fold in upon itself; lying there among the other clouds it appeared beautiful and strange, like a rose in winter.
âAre you sure?' Sam asked, throttling back on the engines and leaning forward to get a better view.
âNo,' Skipper replied, âbut we're in the right area and I can't see another one, can you?'
Sam peered through the screen and scanned the surrounding clouds.
âI guess not,' he said.
Nudging the joystick forward slightly, he flew underneath the coloured clouds and then banked the insect around to get a better view. It certainly
looked
like a fabric gap. He remembered from his previous experience in this world that there were several gaps in the fabric of
the universe which allowed travellers to pass quickly between Earth and Aurobon. Although these main gaps were now closely guarded by Vermian robber flies, Sam knew that beyond them were thousands more, each one a passageway to a different location on the Earth's surface.
According to Brindle, Vermian robber flies had been seen operating in this area on several occasions, disappearing into the characteristic swirl of clouds over a period of several weeks. Upon their return, they always flew more slowly and closer to the ground. The observers had concluded two things from this: 1) that they were probably laden with eggs harvested from robber flies on Earth and 2) that they were using a fabric gap which led to an area of North America where robber flies were plentiful.
âWhat I don't understand,' said Sam, âis why they are still harvesting the robber fly eggs from Earth. Can't they produce their own now that they've got the adult insects?'
âProbably,' said Skipper. âBut I guess that at the start of their campaign they were doing both to ensure maximum production. Their factories would have been at full stretch because they wanted to saturate the skies over Vahlzi with robber flies. And unfortunately for us, those tactics proved extremely successful.'
As they began their final approach towards the fabric gap, the intercom suddenly crackled into life.
âHey, Grinx you old dog â how did I know I'd find you
up here when the rest of the damn world is grounded? The rest of 'em ain't got no backbone. But you and me, buddy â we don't let a bit of snow keep us from doing what we do best now, do we?'
Sam looked at Skipper and saw that she was wearing an âOh
no
' kind of expression.
âWho was
that
?' he asked, easing off on the throttle so that they slowed their approach toward the darkening red cloud.
âSounds like Grinxy's got a little friend,' said Skipper. âWho'd have thought?' She suddenly pointed through the screen at a small black dot in the sky up ahead. âAnd look â there he is.'
Sam watched as the dot grew bigger and realised that it was a robber fly just as the intercom came alive again.
âHey, Grinx,' said the voice. âAin't ya talkin' to me today, buddy? It's me, Norzun.'
âNorzun?'
mouthed Skipper, who, despite the danger, seemed to find this quite amusing.
Sam flipped the switch on the intercom and, deepening his voice into quite a passable impression of Grinx, said, âHey, buddy. How ya doin'?'
Skipper put her hand up to her mouth to suppress a laugh and Sam saw that she was clearly delighted by this turn of events. She was obviously not going to let the fact that this guy Norzun was piloting a fearsome killing machine interfere with her enjoyment of the situation.
âI'm doin' fine,' came the reply. âListen, what do you say we make a detour over Vahlzi and kill a few of the scumbags on our way home?'
âLove to,' said Sam, âbut the thing is I'm a bit low on fuel. I probably should be getting back.'
He flipped the intercom off again and turned to Skipper.
âWhat do you reckon? Shall we try and take him?'
Skipper looked doubtful. âUp to you, but remember you're not familiar with all the weapon systems on this thing. It pains me to say it, but I think we might do better to cut and run.'
âYou OK, Grinx?' came the voice again. It sounded more guarded this time. Uncertain.
âYeah, no worries,' said Sam. He could see that Norzun's robber fly was looming large up ahead now, approaching them at considerable speed.
âYou sound different,' said Norzun.
âJust tired I guess,' said Sam. âIt's been a long day.'
There was a long pause. When Norzun's voice finally came back on air there was a hard, suspicious edge to it.
âWho the hell am I talking to?' he hissed. âYou ain't Grinx.'
Sam looked at Skipper and gestured towards the intercom switch with an open hand.
âYour turn, I think.'
Skipper pulled her restraint buckle tight and leaned in toward the intercom. She gave Sam a wry smile and then flipped the switch.
âHello, Norzun,' she said. âThis is the tooth fairy speaking. I'm afraid I'm a bit short on my quota this week, so I've decided to come and collect all yours at once. Hope that's OK with you.'
Sam slammed the stick back and pulled full throttle just as Norzun's voice came back on the intercom, swearing and screaming threats at them across the airwaves. Skipper gave a friendly little wave as they flew within a few metres of Norzun's cockpit, his hard, pale face glaring angrily at them through the screen, and then with engines howling they scorched up through the crimson clouds and into the heart of the fabric gap.
âHe didn't look too happy about that,' said Sam, gripping the joystick firmly as the insect began to bump and shake in the turbulent atmosphere. âDo you think we lost him?'
âDunno,' said Skipper. âLet's find out.' She flicked a switch marked âRear View' and immediately a coloured projection lit up in the top centre of the cockpit canopy. In the middle of it, and growing larger every second, were the grotesque features of a robber fly in hot pursuit.
âI think that's a “no”,' said Skipper.
âDammit!'
Sam's fingers tightened on the throttle so that his knuckles strained white beneath his skin and the engines protested loudly over the sound of the wind. In the distance he could see the tunnel of red cloud funnelling them down through strings of scarlet vapour towards two further spinning masses of cloud, each coloured a
deep orange, spiralling in towards a central vortex like the eyes of small hurricanes.
âWhich one?' Sam shouted above the noise from the engines. âLeft or right?'
Skipper looked up at the screen and saw that it was starting to fill up with robber fly.
âLeft!' she shouted. âGo left!'
Sam felt the drag on the motors as powerful forces from the spinning clouds began to act upon the insect, pulling it downwards.
âLeft it is,' he said. Then he thrust the joystick forward and sent them hurtling into the dark vortex like a speck of dust in a tornado.
When he thought about it later, all Sam could remember was that it was rather like falling through a dark tunnel with trains roaring past on either side of you, except that at the same time the tunnel was spinning around so fast that you couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down. Small specks of light â which at first Sam thought must be stars â blurred into silver lines as they accelerated at fantastic speed, spinning themselves into glittering threads before suddenly disappearing again as the world returned to black once more.
And then with a whoosh of air and a flash of bright light, Sam found himself flying beneath the cool green leaves of a maple tree in the heat of a summer afternoon.
Realising that they were flying dangerously fast between the branches, Sam quickly put the wings into reverse and landed neatly on an emerald-green leaf.
âWhere are we?' he asked. âHave we come through to the right place?' He looked out of the cockpit window and saw to his surprise that the tree was growing from the middle of a concrete pavement. Surrounding it on all sides were busy roads jammed with traffic. Shops and skyscrapers towered above them and the streets were crammed with thousands of huge, jostling pedestrians. The roar of the fabric gap had been replaced by complex layers of sound typical of a large city: people shouting, car horns blaring, engines revving and, from somewhere above them, the incongruous music of birdsong.
âWhat do you want,' asked Skipper, âthe good news or the bad?'
Sam turned to her and raised an eyebrow.
âGo on. Put me out of my misery.'
âWell, the good news is I think we lost Norzun somewhere on the way through.'
âAnd the bad news?'
Skipper looked sheepish.
âThe bad news is I think maybe we should have taken a right.'
Sam watched as a bus opened its doors below them with a hiss, spilling its chattering passengers out onto the warm pavement.
âOh,' he said.
â “Oh” is right,' said Skipper, watching the bus drive off again. âNot quite what I was expecting, to be honest.'
âWhere
should
we be, then?'
âIdeally, a field somewhere in the middle of Kansas.'
Sam shrugged. âWell that's OK isn't it?' He pointed to the display. âWe've got plenty of fuel.'
âI admire your optimism, Sam,' said Skipper, âbut however much fuel we've got, something tells me it's not going to be enough.'
âWhat makes you so sure?' asked Sam.
âThat,' said Skipper.
Sam followed her gaze to a large poster on the side of a shop, where a young girl was smiling and holding up a can of fizzy drink. Above it, in large, black letters were a string of words that he could not read. But there was definitely something about them that he recognised.
âOh brilliant,' he said. âNice one, Skipper.'
Skipper turned to him and put her hands together in
front of her chest. Then she smiled and bowed graciously. âWelcome to Japan,' she said.
They flew high above green parks where trees foamed pink and white with cherry blossom, across the Sumida River lined with its boatyards and homeless shelters and across the Rainbow Bridge into the older part of the city where the streets were crowded and narrow. On every corner,
bento
stands were piled high with boxed lunches of sushi and pickles while behind the noodle stalls the women stood with their arms folded, smiling encouragement at the passing shoppers who stared hungrily into the saucepans full of fat, white noodles.
âSo what do we do now?' Sam asked as they skimmed low above the heads of the people, all of whom were far too absorbed in their own lives to notice the small insect zipping through the air above them.
âWell, I don't know about you,' said Skipper, âbut I'm
starving
. Do you fancy getting something to eat?'
Sam felt the fly lift suddenly as they caught a warm air current rising up from the sun-baked pavements and he pushed the joystick forward a fraction to compensate.
âWhat did you have in mind? A drive-thru, perhaps?'
âNo, but seriously,' said Skipper, âwe don't need to
order
do we? We're tiny, right? Even the smallest leftovers will keep us going for a month. So come on. Pick a venue and we'll get stuck in to whatever's on offer.' She patted his arm. âIt'll be my treat.'
Sam flew down a side street where unlit neon signs
advertised an assortment of small restaurants. Plastic replicas of items on the menu were displayed neatly in the windows.
âYou spoil me,' he said. âYou really do.'
They sat high on a shelf in a corner of the sushi bar, listening with amused interest to the deep, booming voices of the lunchtime customers. âDo you suppose we could understand them if they were speaking English?' Sam asked.
âI think the range is a bit low for our small ears,' said Skipper. âWe can't really get the bass notes. Girls are probably the easiest to understand.'
âThat,' said Sam, âis a matter of opinion.'
Skipper flicked a chunk of bread at his head.
âCheeky.'
Sam absently brushed the crumbs from his hair and looked across at Skipper. They had used the fly's powerful jaws to scoop up some leftovers before parking up on the shelf and now she was leaning back against a chunk of fish with her feet dangling over the edge.
âI'd forgotten about all that,' he said. âI'd forgotten you used to fly all those missions on Earth before I ever came to Aurobon.'
âI know,' said Skipper. âIt's funny isn't it? It all seems so long ago. Like another life.'
Sam sat down next to her and watched the customers collecting their neat, colourful little packages of fish from the counter down below.
âDo you wonder what happened to you?' Sam asked. âIn those four years, I mean?'
Skipper nodded. âUh-huh.'
She stared at the picture of blue mountains and silver waterfalls which hung on the wall by the door.
âI keep thinking that I must have somehow left Aurobon when you did. But whenever I try and picture what happened to me in that time, it just fades away. It's impossible for me to remember anything about it. All I've got is this feeling that I've lost something. Do you feel that?'