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Authors: Jaine Fenn

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The screech of the wind died away as they descended. The shaft ended in a smooth-sided passage carved into the rock. Taro heard a faint rising-and-falling tone in the distance, possibly an alarm. As he was unclipping and securing the rappelling line a gold blip appeared at the edge of his vision

he thought to Nual.
 

The target had swallowed a tracer which was activated by stomach juices - Taro had no idea how that worked; all he knew was that while it was in their man’s belly, their visors would give them distance and direction to him. All they had to do was home in on it.
 
A moment later Nual said out loud, ‘I think we should use the com-strips from now on.’
 
Taro knew what she meant. Her presence in his head kept stirring up delicious but distracting echoes; right now they needed to share information, not emotions. ‘I guess you’re right,’ he said wryly.
 
Flying along the passage was harder than dropping down the shaft. After the third time he banged his head on the low ceiling he gave up and crawled. At junctions they would pause to confer, and for Nual to stick a marker on the wall to show which way they’d come - not that they’d really need them, given the wide, wet trail left by their sodden clothes. Occasionally they passed over grilles in the floor, some of which housed recessed fans turning slowly over brightly lit corridors. The target was straight ahead now, but the passage was narrowing. Taro was crawling on his elbows, and even with the helmet’s pick-ups on full he couldn’t hear the alarm any more; he hoped that was a good sign.
 
Ahead of him Nual was also having trouble with the cramped conditions. ‘I think we’ll have to come down soon,’ she said.
 
‘Reckon you’re right.’
 
They stopped on either side of the next large grille. Before she levered it off Nual flipped up her visor. ‘If we do meet anyone I’ll be able to neutralise them more easily if I can make eye contact. Can you keep monitoring the target?’
 
‘Sure thing.’ The further in they went the more confident Taro felt. The mission was beginning to feel like one of the virtual adventure games he’d played on Jarek’s ship. When and if the bad guys turned up he knew they could deal with them. Nual and him were Angels, flying killers. The opposition didn’t stand a chance.
 
They floated down into the corridor, relieved to find it was deserted. He looked around until his virtual vision picked up the gold dot. ‘This way,’ he said, then wrapped his cloak around himself and set off on foot. Walking would be safer than flying, and just as quick, and the ability to unexpectedly take to the air might give the opposition a nasty surprise.
 
The corridor ended in a T-junction. Irritatingly, the visor put the target dead ahead. ‘We could go either way here,’ said Taro. ‘Might be a good time for a little of that prescience.’
 
He sensed how unfunny she found the joke, though all she said was, ‘Your guess is as good as mine.’
 
He guessed left. After ten metres the corridor turned and ended at a locked door.
 
They turned and retraced their steps, then took the other option, which led into a corridor with several turnings and doors off it. This was more like it.
 
They started down the corridor, then Nual grabbed him.

She pulled him into a side turning.

He pressed himself against the wall next to her. Sometimes mind-speech was the best option after all.
 
Four figures jogged past the end of their corridor, coming from the direction they’d been heading. The combination of the bulky shapes and the weapons data scrolling down the side of the visor display told him these were guards, armed and armoured, probably on their way to deal with the other team.
 
He waited until Nual said they were clear. The next corner led them to another long corridor. According to the helmet display their man was about halfway along, off to the left. Taro was relieved to find that the door the signal came from didn’t have a lock on it. Though they’d been given a basic bypass kit, neither of them were experts. The target had been told to try and make sure he wasn’t behind a locked door.
 
Taro got out his gun and clicked the safety off, just in case, while Nual closed her eyes for a moment. ‘One person inside, awake and expecting someone, presumably us. I can’t read more than that from out here,’ she said.
 
Taro opened the door and strode in. On his first step into the room he saw the golden signature. On the second, Nual’s voice exploded into his head

 
Before he could react something thudded into the floor behind him. He whirled round to find the doorway blocked by dark lines. A red shape reached out to touch the lines, and was thrown back. Someone shrieked, more in surprise than pain.
 
He raised his visor to see Nual stagger back against the wall on the far side of the corridor. She recovered at once and bounced forward again, though she was careful not to touch the lines. With normal sight he saw what they were: thick vertical bars. Nual was looking past him, her expression grim. Taro turned to see a man on the far side of the otherwise empty room, standing behind some sort of floor-to-ceiling clear barrier. He wore loose sleeping-clothes and he looked pretty pleased with himself. His arms were crossed and there was a small smile on his face.
 
Taro reckoned he wouldn’t look so smug if there was any chance they could get to him. He raised his hand and extended a finger in what he hoped was a universally recognised gesture. The man’s smile deepened.
 
Suddenly the man clutched his head, his mouth opening in a silent scream. He collapsed to the floor and began to thrash. After a short while he stopped moving.
 
Taro turned back to Nual. She wore an expression of fierce delight and was almost glowing, though it was more like some sort of anti-glow, a compulsive air of darkness. For a moment he was terrified of her. Then the effect faded and he felt her combined emotions: panic, fear, shame and overwhelming concern. ‘We have to get you out of there!’ she said. Taro reckoned she was speaking out loud because right now her head wasn’t a nice place to be.
 
‘I’m open to suggestions,’ he said, then swallowed to moisten his mouth. He had to stay calm.
 
Nual started examining the doorframe and surrounding wall. He did the same on his side. The bars fitted snugly into holes in the floor and ceiling. Even if there hadn’t been some sort of repelling effect on them he doubted they could cut them, even with their blades. The walls, floor and ceiling were all solid rock.
 
Suddenly Nual stiffened and looked up.
 

he asked.
 

 

 





In some ways, with her unmemorable looks, cautious demeanour and lack of social skills, she was the opposite of a Sidhe. And that, if he was as paranoid as
she
appeared to be, could indicate he was in a lot more trouble than he’d thought. The pilot had known there were Sidhe abroad in human-space who’d undergone surgery to tone down their beauty, and who repressed their aura of majesty to avoid drawing attention to themselves. Perhaps that was what Orzabet was: a Sidhe in disguise. Maybe she was playing the long game to ensnare potential investigators who got too close to the truth. Up until now she’d just been monitoring him, but when she’d heard about the memory-core she’d realised she would have to get her hands on it before he managed to get it decrypted. And even if she wasn’t actually Sidhe, she could be one of their agents, knowing or otherwise . . .

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