Authors: Brian Lumley
The Source (36 page)
White-faced, Clarke could only agree. “So ⦠what's your way going to be? What's your next step, Harry?”
“Well, there are questions I need answered. It looks like I'll have to go right to the top to get them answered.”
“The top?”
Harry had nodded. “The Perchorsk Projekt. If I'm right and it's not about breeding vampires, then what is it about? Someone in that place knows and is going to tell me. There has to be a boss, a controller. Not Khuv but someone above him.”
“Of course there is,” Clarke had answered at once. “Khuv's in charge of security, that's all. The man you want is Viktor Luchov.” And he'd gone on to fill Harry in on Luchov's background.
When he was done Harry had nodded grimly. “Then he's the man I need to talk to. If anyone has the answers, Viktor Luchov has to be the one.”
“When will you try to see him?”
“Now.”
“Now?” Clarke had been taken aback. “But the place will still be on top alert!”
“I know. I'll create a smoke screen.”
“A what?”
“A diversion. Let me worry about it. You just look after that girl.”
Clarke had nodded, stuck out his hand. “Best of luck, Harry.”
The Necroscope wasn't one for holding grudges. He shook hands, conjured a Möbius door. Clarke watched him take his departure, thought:
I was there once!
Pray God he'd never be there again â¦
I was there once!
Pray God he'd never be there again â¦
Â
Viktor Luchov was back in his own executive quarters (which meant that they were slightly less austere than anyone else's at Perchorsk) and he was furious. Quite apart from this latest incidentâthis “intrusion,” if such it had beenâthe Projekt Direktor had chosen the period of the alert to approach and challenge Khuv in respect of certain rumors which were beginning to circulate through the Projekt, rumors alleging brutality and murder. They concerned the KGB officer's prisoners, Kazimir and Taschenka Kirescu.
Perhaps Luchov's approach had been a little too liverish (he had after all been shocked awake in the middle of the night, with klaxons sounding all around like wailing demons out of hell) but that could not excuse Khuv's response, which had been brusque to put it mildly. Namely, he had told Luchov that he should get off his back and let him attend to the Projekt's security with a minimum of interference. Or better still, with no interference at all. This confrontation had taken place not in private but in the detention area, where Khuv's espers had been crowding one of the cells in their search for something or other. “Sniffing the aether!” as one of them had put it.
Appalled at the apparent chaos and confusion, Luchov
had demanded to see the prisoners, which was when Khuv had rounded on him.
had demanded to see the prisoners, which was when Khuv had rounded on him.
“Listen, Comrade Direktor,” the KGB Major had hissed. “I would be
delighted
if I could show you the girl Tassi Kirescu. This was her cell. A little over one hour ago she was here, and a guard on duty in the corridor outside. Thenâ” he had thrown up his hands. “âshe was no longer here, and the door still locked! Now, I know you hold E-Branch in small regard, and the KGB in no regard at all, but surely it must be amply apparent even to your oh-so-scientific mind that something quite exceptionalâsomething, indeed, entirely metaphysicalâhas occurred here? My espers are attempting to discover what that something was. And I, who have no ESP talent of my own, am trying to make sense of what they're telling me. So ⦠now is
not
the ideal moment for you to come interfering!”
delighted
if I could show you the girl Tassi Kirescu. This was her cell. A little over one hour ago she was here, and a guard on duty in the corridor outside. Thenâ” he had thrown up his hands. “âshe was no longer here, and the door still locked! Now, I know you hold E-Branch in small regard, and the KGB in no regard at all, but surely it must be amply apparent even to your oh-so-scientific mind that something quite exceptionalâsomething, indeed, entirely metaphysicalâhas occurred here? My espers are attempting to discover what that something was. And I, who have no ESP talent of my own, am trying to make sense of what they're telling me. So ⦠now is
not
the ideal moment for you to come interfering!”
“You go too far, Major!” Luchov had shouted.
“And I shall go further,” Khuv had shouted back. “If you do not get out of my way I shall have you escorted back to your quarters and locked in!”
“What? You
dare ⦠!
”
dare ⦠!
”
“Listen, you damned
scientist!”
Khuv had then snarled at him. “In my capacity as the Projekt's security supervisor I dare almost
anything!
Now I'll tell you one more time: the creature from the Gate is dead, destroyed by some unknown person or thing; the Kirescu girl, formerly my prisoner is missing; her father is ⦠dead: an unfortunate accident. I shall ensure that you get a copy of the report. And finally, the Projekt has had an intruder. Our security has been breached in the worst possible way. I repeat: our security. My sphere of work, Direktor, not yours. So go back to bed. Go back to your mathematics and your physics and what all. Go study your magmass and your grey holes and your particle beam acceleration
âonly leave me alone!”
scientist!”
Khuv had then snarled at him. “In my capacity as the Projekt's security supervisor I dare almost
anything!
Now I'll tell you one more time: the creature from the Gate is dead, destroyed by some unknown person or thing; the Kirescu girl, formerly my prisoner is missing; her father is ⦠dead: an unfortunate accident. I shall ensure that you get a copy of the report. And finally, the Projekt has had an intruder. Our security has been breached in the worst possible way. I repeat: our security. My sphere of work, Direktor, not yours. So go back to bed. Go back to your mathematics and your physics and what all. Go study your magmass and your grey holes and your particle beam acceleration
âonly leave me alone!”
And Luchov, shouted down, had returned to his rooms and commenced to write a furious, comprehensive
report on Khuv's suspected activities and his rank insubordination.
report on Khuv's suspected activities and his rank insubordination.
Meanwhile:
For the last five minutes Harry Keogh had been making a nuisance of himself. First he'd appeared outside the Projekt, on the patrolled ramp cut into the Perchorsk ravine's wall, where he'd taken a half-hearted pot shot at a guard. He hadn't attempted to hit the man, for he'd need serious reason before sending yet another human being to join the Great Majority. Before the soldier could fire back at him, Harry had ducked into the cover of darkly swirling snowâand through a Möbius door.
From there he'd returned to the room of the thing. Emerging there, he'd been ready on the instant to return into the Möbius Continuum. But the room was empty and so he'd simply gone to the locked door and banged on it, shouting to be let out. The guard outside the room had responded to this, of course, and moments later so had the alarm system.
Tassi Kirescu's cell had been next; Harry emerged amidst a handful of baffled espers, struck two of them rapid, stunning blows, retreated to the Möbius Continuum. Behind him he left Leo Grenzel and Nik Slepak groaning on the floor, and others white-faced and wide-eyed, astonished by what they'd seen and felt. Grenzel was still feeling it, and not just the two front teeth Harry had loosened.
“That's him!” he gurgled, sitting up and spitting blood. “That's
him!”
him!”
Khuv was heading for KGB accommodation when the klaxons began to sound again. He cursed, put on speed. Coming through a door between sections of the corridor, he ran into Harry Keogh. He knew him at onceâor thought he did. Khuv had a good memory; he'd seen photographs of this man: a one-time head of British E-BranehâAlec Kyle!
Harry pressed his Browning up under Khuv's chin, said: “I can see by the look on your face that you know
me. Which puts me at a disadvantageâbut let me guess anyway. Major Chingiz Khuv?”
me. Which puts me at a disadvantageâbut let me guess anyway. Major Chingiz Khuv?”
Khuv gulped, nodded, shoved his hands high in the air.
“Major, you're in the wrong business,” Harry pressed harder with his gun. “Take some good advice and get out while the going's good. And pray you never see me again.” He stepped back away from Khuv, looked for a door.
In the moment of Harry's distraction, Khuv snatched his own gun from its holster, triggered off a shot. Harry felt the bullet buzz past his face like an angry wasp to speed forever through the Möbius Continuum. Then Khuv and the corridor blinked out of existence and he headed for somewhere else.
He emerged in a military Duty Room situated just inside the Projekt's service bays, put the muzzle of his pistol in the Orderly Sergeant's ear where he sat at his desk and ordered him to tell him the way to Direktor Luchov's quarters. The terrified Sergeant showed him what he wanted to know on a wall chart, a diagram of the Perchorsk complex, and Harry rewarded him with a chop to the neck that would keep him out of things for at least half an hour. Then he was on the move again.
Harry's “smoke screen” was now established. It was 5:22 A.M. precisely, local time, when he materialized in Viktor Luchov's claustrophobic suite of rooms. Luchov was on the phone, demanding to know what this fresh spate of clamouring alarms was all about, when Harry arrived. His back was to Harry, who let him finish his conversation and slam the telephone down before he spoke:
“Direktor Luchov? I'm what those alarms are all about.” He pointed his automatic at Luchov's heart, said: “Better sit down.”
Luchov, whirling from the telephone, saw Harry, his gun and where it was pointed, in that order. He staggered
as if he'd been struck in the temple. “Whatâ? Whoâ?”
as if he'd been struck in the temple. “Whatâ? Whoâ?”
“Who doesn't matter,” Harry told him. “And what is what I'm here to find out.”
“Khuv's intruder!” Luchov finally gasped. “I thought it was all part of some elaborate scheme of his.”
“Sit,” Harry said again, waving his gun toward a chair.
Luchov did as Harry ordered, the yellow veins pulsing rapidly under the scar-tissue skin of his seared skull. Harry looked at Luchov's disfigurement, saw that the damage was fairly recent. “An accident?”
Tight-lipped, breathing just a fraction too quickly, Luchov said nothing. Both he and Harry jumped as the telephone came janglingly alive, ringing repeatedly. Then Harry scowled. They must have some clever people working here; it seemed they'd already located him; he wouldn't have time to interrogate Luchovânot here, anyway. “Get up,” he said, reaching out and jerking Luchov to his feet.
And still holding him, he conjured a door and dragged the other through it.
In a moment, for the moment, they were out on the ramp in the ravine, snow stinging their eyes and a cold wind rushing down the length of the canyon. Harry looked up at the bleak mountains showing their fangs through the snow. Luchov, seeing where he wasâwhere according to all the laws of science he had no right to beâhad barely sufficient time to voice some inarticulate query beforeâ
âHarry dragged him squalling through another door, passed through the Möbius Continuum and exited on a ledge high over the Perchorsk ravine. Luchov saw the sheer drop under his feet and almost fainted. He let out a wild shriek and pressed himself back into the face of the cliff behind him. And again Harry commanded: “Sitâbefore you fall.”
Luchov carefully sat down, hugged his dressing-gown
to him, shivered partly from the cold and partly from the terror of this totally unbelievable and yet entirely inescapable experience. Harry went down on one knee before him and put his gun away. “Now,” he said. “I should think that dressed as we are, we've about ten to fifteen minutes before we freeze to death. So you'd better talk fast. There are things I want to knowâabout the Perchorsk Projekt. And I have it on good authority that you'd be the one to tell me. So I'll ask the questions and you'll answer them.”
to him, shivered partly from the cold and partly from the terror of this totally unbelievable and yet entirely inescapable experience. Harry went down on one knee before him and put his gun away. “Now,” he said. “I should think that dressed as we are, we've about ten to fifteen minutes before we freeze to death. So you'd better talk fast. There are things I want to knowâabout the Perchorsk Projekt. And I have it on good authority that you'd be the one to tell me. So I'll ask the questions and you'll answer them.”
Luchov collected his whirling senses as best he could, recovered something of his dignity. “If . . if I have only fifteen minutes left, then so do you. We both freeze.”
Harry grinned wolfishly. “You don't catch on too quickly, do you? I don't have to stay here. I can leave you right now. Like thisâ” And he was no longer there. Snow swirled in the space where he had kneeled. He returned, said: “So what's it going to be? Do you talk to me or do I simply leave you here?”
“You're an enemy of my country!” Luchov blurted, feeling the cold start to bite.
“That place of yours,” Harry nodded toward the grey sheen of lead far below, “appears to be an enemy of the worldâpotentially, anyway.”
“If I tell you anythingâ
anything
âabout the Projekt, then I'm a traitor!” Luchov protested.
anything
âabout the Projekt, then I'm a traitor!” Luchov protested.
This wasn't getting Harry anywhere, and now he was cold, too. “Listen,” he said. “You've seen what I can doâbut you haven't seen everything. I'm also a Necroscope: I can talk to the dead. So I can talk to you alive, or I can talk to you dead. If you were dead you'd be only too glad to talk to me, Viktor, for then I'd be your only real contact with the world.”
“Talk to the dead?” Luchov shrank even further down into himself. “You're a madman!”
Harry shrugged. “Obviously you don't know much
about espers. I take it you and Khuv don't get on too well?”
about espers. I take it you and Khuv don't get on too well?”
Luchov's teeth had started to chatter. “ESP? Is this something to do with ESP?”
Harry had run out of time and patience. “OK,” he said, straightening up, “I can see you need convincing. So I'm going to leave you now. I'm going somewhere else, somewhere warm. I'll come back in about five minutes, or maybe ten. Meanwhile you can make up your mind; to talk to me or to attempt to climb down from here. Personally I don't think you'd make it. I think you'd fall, and then that we would talk again when I found your body at the bottom of the ravine.”
Luchov grasped his ankle. It was all a nightmareâhad to be a nightmare, surelyâbut it felt horribly real, as real as the flesh-and-blood ankle he was grasping. “Wait! Wait! What ⦠what is it you want to know?”
“That's better,” said Harry. He drew Luchov to his feet, took him somewhere more comfortable: an evening beach in Australia. Luchov felt the hot sand under his feet, saw a shimmering ocean with its endless lines of whitecaps, sat down abruptly as his legs gave way. He sat there in the sand, wide-eyed, shivering and very nearly exhausted.
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