Code Breakers Complete Series: Books 1-4 (16 page)

Gabe shifted across and jumped down from the Jaguar. He raised his hand and helped Petal down before Gerry followed.

The woman looked up at him, sneered, and bent back down below the scopes. Her finger moved to the trigger. Chrome Mask’s hand rose. Gerry’s heart thudded out a tempo as if counting down. He closed his eyes, fully expecting to be blasted to pieces. But a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards one of the trucks. He was placed next to Gabe and Petal on a bench. Surrounding them, more of the same black-cloth, half-masked people sat staring, not saying a word. The truck belched into life, sending a plume of black smoke into the warm morning air, and jolted off down the valley.
 

Gerry turned to Petal. “So much for Enna’s plan, then.”

“Plans never mean anything, Gez. We’ll sort it out,” Petal said.

Gerry then turned to the nearest person in black. “Who the hell are you people? Can you speak? What do you want with us?”

No answer.
 

Behind him, the Jaguar’s engines roared to life, and the aircraft flew ahead of them.

The truck trundled down the valley, following the path of the Jaguar. After a few kilometres, they had rounded the mountain completely, and the river grew wide and shallow. Brown sludge lapped slowly at rocks at the river’s edge. Beyond the river a great canyon yawned open, and ahead of them a dirt road led to a city—an old city, perhaps even a dead one.

A series of high-rise buildings leant over as if they were about to fall. Their sides were charred and gouged by something explosive. Wire mesh sprang out of the concrete at obtuse angles like petrified spiders’ webs. Rusted claws of rebar fingers reached for the sky.
 

Tattered signs, with words long-since abraded by the desert winds, hung from bent posts, creating a tunnel, which led to a previously wealthy city district. Buildings that would have once been aspiring glass monuments stood like metal skeletons next to older, more basic concrete constructs.
 

They travelled down what Gerry thought of as a high street. Smoke rose in a single column. The two trucks ahead of them stopped in front of an old, grand building. Their truck approached behind before stopping. Chrome Mask got out of the cabin. He pointed at Gerry. “You three stay where you are.” He then beckoned his people to follow him into the building, and they were left alone in the back of the truck.
 

The place was quiet, like all places Gerry suspected were after such devastation: the quiet of the dead. He stood, looked around, and thought about running, when a series of green dots appeared at his feet. Looking up, he traced the laser beams—illuminated by the rakish angle of the sun and the dusty particulate in the air—to a series of five shadows in the windows of a tall burnt-out building.
 

“Wouldn’t be that easy, Gez,” Petal said with a shrug.

“What now, then?”

“Y’aint gonna do nothin’ with them on ya. Just chill, man. They’d have killed us if they didn’t want us for something. Sit down. Rest. It’ll all shake out in the end.”

“Do you know what’s happening here?” Gerry said, wondering why Gabe was so calm about it all.
 

Gabe’s eyebrows knitted together with incredulity. “What ya suggestin’ here, man? Ya think I’d plan this—whatever this is?”

A gunshot silenced them.
 

Chrome Mask approached the rear of the vehicle and spoke, his voice muffled but still understandable.
 

“Get off the truck, and follow me. Slowly.”

Together they did as they were told. Like a ridiculous superstition, Gerry tried not to step on the dancing green dots. As if touching one would bring down a bullet.

He jumped off the back of the truck and looked at Chrome Mask close up. Inside those dark eyeholes he saw a bright blue eye, staring, unblinking. The man reached up and slowly removed his mask.

When he raised his head, Gerry gasped.
 

One eye had rotted out. In its place just a scabbed, black sore sat, seeping a thick pus. Thick folds of skin twisted by burns covered his face. His lips turned up, creating a permanent sneer. Blackened nubs lined rotten gums, and a swollen tongue sat limply inside his mouth. Gerry looked away, unable to bear the sight.
 

“Who are you? What do you want with us?” Gerry asked.

The man replaced his mask, and his voice, deep and gravelly, laced with pain, spoke. “Where were you going?”
 

Gerry looked to Gabe, then to Petal for some guidance. None was coming. They looked as baffled at this man as Gerry felt. He tried to think of a convincing lie, but where else was there to go? He couldn’t exactly say they were out for a spot of shopping or a trip to the park. Though clearly, there were more places out here in the supposed Abandoned Lands than anyone had let on previously. Or the Family had let on. How many more lies had they told the population? How many more places were hidden from those in City Earth? Was the Cataclysm not as all-encompassing as they were told?
 

Gerry sighed, feeling let down by the lack of support from Gabe and Petal.

“To a settlement is all. Just trying to get by, you know? Like the rest of you.”

“You’re lying,” the man said. “I’ll ask you again. This time, if you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll have all three of you shot.”

“Hey,” Gabe said. “Calm the hell down. There ain’t no need for any of this.”
 

“We’re just hackers,” Petal said. “Looking for work. We’re on our way to a job. Some small place up by the Russian border. Nothing special.”

Chrome Mask shook his head, and a rattling laugh came wetly from his throat. “Just because I’m not whole like you, you think I’m stupid?”

“No, no, not at all,” Gerry said, giving Petal a glare. “We didn’t mean—”

“Let me put you all out of your misery,” the man said, standing back.
 

“No!” Gerry said, reaching out for him. “Please—”

“I meant,” the man said, “I know where you were going. You don’t have to come up with these ridiculous stories. No need for lies. I know more than you realise. We’ve been tracking your communications for the last few hours.”

“You hacked us?” Gabe said.
 

Chrome Mask squinted with a smile. “Yeah. We’re not without skills out here. How do you think we’ve survived this long?”

“So what now?” Gerry asked. “What is it you want with us?”

“I know where it is.”

Petal stepped forward and bent her head slightly. “Where what is?”

“The node you seek. And I also know who usually accesses it. And now I’m left wondering whether you work for him—or if not, what your intentions are. I see your friend here is different to… everyone.” He pointed a gloved finger at Gerry. “Your code is strange.”

Gerry accessed his dermal implant, realised he was being scanned, and shut it down. Whoever this person was, they were an adept hacker. Gerry didn’t even notice he’d got in. And now that familiar feeling of violation was back.

“I’m just a guy. Look, you’ve got our vehicle, why don’t you just let us go? Maybe tell us where this Meshwork node is, and we can be on our way?”

“Yeah, man, we ain’t lookin’ to do no harm out here. Ya seem to have got ya ’selves organised. Ya don’t need to be messin’ with us.” Gerry noticed Gabe lean hard on his right boot heel, priming his weapon. Gerry didn’t want that, didn’t want that in the slightest. As quick as Gabe was, Gerry doubted he’d be quick enough for the snipers. And as Gerry thought that, he saw the green laser dot creep its way across the ground, up Gabe’s leg, past his chest, to where it rested on his forehead.

“Don’t be a hero, old man,” Chrome Mask said. “I’ll do you three a deal. I’ll take you to the node if you agree to do something for me in return.”

“What do you want?” Petal asked. “You want to hire us for a job?”

“Software,” he replied. “A self-executing, viral payload. You see, you might think of us as survivors, but really, we’re victims. A plague has eaten most of my people, and I’d like to get the vaccine. Only the ones who created it have kept it to themselves and don’t much feel like sharing with us Upsiders. And we can’t do too much about it, being personae non gratae and stuck out here on the sludge borders. But you.” Chrome Mask jabbed a finger into Gerry’s chest. “You, my odd fellow, with your shifting, mutating code, you’re different enough that I believe you could get passed their security. Deliver my program.”

“Who exactly are you referring to?” Gerry asked as Petal gripped his hand.
 

“Seca and his little group of psychopaths. I’m assuming that’s why you want the node, huh? He’s been getting a little frisky on the Meshwork with his artificial evils lately. The node you seek has direct access to City Earth—I’m sure you know that by now. The Family don’t know about it, though. Old Seca piggybacked their network while they were still building that Dome. He’s clever. Insane, but clever.”

“You called yourself an Upsider. What do you mean? What exactly is this place? What happened?”

“Ah, that’s the question right there… what’s your name?”

“Gerry. Yours?”

“You can call me Len. See, everyone refers to it as the Cataclysm. That’s what the Family teaches all you Dome people. They’re kind of being honest, but as with everything they do, it’s not the whole of the truth. Look, I don’t mean to freak you people out, but you’ve got to understand how tough it is outside of the Dome.”
 

Gabe and Petal snorted. “You don’t need to tell us,” Petal said. “We’ve been out long enough to know all that. The only thing that’s freaking me out is those damned scopes twitching about us. Wanna call them off?”

“They’ll stay for the time being. Trust is a two-way street, and I only travel one way.”

Gerry looked him square in the eye. “If we can help you, then we will, but you need to give us some slack first. Show us the node.” He just wanted to find the damn thing and get back to the Dome. Since leaving the City, he’d not felt right, as if he was constantly swimming against an ever-stronger tide, and frankly he was sick of it and fast running out of patience.
 

“Fine,” the man said. “But any one of you takes a step out of line and your brains will be but fragments on the wind. Do you understand?”

They all nodded. Gabe gripped Petal’s arm and gave Chrome Mask a wide grin.
 

Len gestured a single finger across his slate in a circular motion, and the green dots winked out of existence. Gerry looked up. Saw nothing in the windows.
 

Across the street, under a tattered canopy, a partially shattered glass door opened.
 

“Come on, then. Meet Omega, the node you seek.”

***

Len opened the door and stood aside to let Gabe, Petal, and Gerry through. He led them through an old hotel lobby, its floor tarnished and charred, its wallpaper diseased with smoke damage, and its light fixtures melting as if exposed to extreme temperatures.
 

It was cool inside. Quiet too. Like a mausoleum. Gerry had only ever been in one: his parents’. Though that was much smaller—just big enough for two sarcophagi.

A tingling in the back of Gerry’s head sent a shudder down his spine as if he’d just been plugged into a power source. His thoughts became lighter. The slow, heavy thoughts of his non-AIA brain quickened, and he started to feel like his old self again. There was something else. The only way he could think of it was a permanently morphing fog surrounding him, almost as if it were reaching out towards him.
 

They quickly ascended a spiral staircase, dodging broken stairs and gaping holes as they kept up with Len’s urgent strides. He loped like a great dog.

Two more black-clothed people stood beside the entrance to a hallway. Both leaned against the wall wearily, their guns hanging by the sides. They nodded curtly as Len passed them.
 

“Here. Number 24.”

Len entered a code on the keypad, and the door creaked open. “Go inside.”

The hairs on the back of Gerry’s arms rippled—both from the cold and something more primal. One does not simply enter an unknown room in a strange hotel without the lizard-brain amygdala kicking out its survival signals.
 

The place stank of steam and mould.
 

Within the gloom, a bright, blue neon light glowed from behind a paper screen. In front, and sitting opposite each other on tattered sofas, were three more people wearing the same black cloth outfit and face masks. Gerry unconsciously held his breath as he walked in, wondering if the masks were needed to breathe properly in this steam, which now he was fully enveloped within and felt cold and wet.
 

He swallowed, breathing slowly through his nostrils.
 

Gabe and Petal followed him inside.
 

“I recognise this,” Petal whispered to Gerry. “It’s just like Old Grey’s room. Keeps the CPUs cool.”

“Is it safe to breathe in ’ere?” Gabe said, approaching one of the men on the sofas.
 

The figure didn’t answer, didn’t move. Even when Gabe reached out to grab the man, he just sat there. Gabe’s hand went right through it, causing ripples of holographic pixels to flow around his hand.

“Please excuse my rudeness. These images won’t hurt you. I just like their company.” Len closed the door behind him and approached the paper screen as the hologram peeled away and morphed into another figure standing by a partially curtained window.
 

“It also doesn’t hurt to have some figures walking about, just in case, you know?”

“In case of what?” Gabe said, frowning. “What are you so scared of?”

“Who. Not what. The Undersiders, of course. They want this.”

He pulled the screen back and revealed a matte black box as big as a wardrobe. A multitude of wires wormed out from its rear and trailed across the hotel room’s floor.
 

“It’s the node,” Gerry said as he rushed forward to it. He touched his hand against its thrumming chassis. The weird tingling sensation in his head and spine matched rhythms with the node, like two opposing tides becoming one, waves growing larger and faster. Sickness overcame him, and he fell to his knees.