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  A shout came from down below as Major Davis moved back into the corridor. An eruption of blasts and gunfire signalled the final assault had begun. Davis took a small photo out of a pocket and kissed it before tucking it away, cocking his weapon and lowering his visor.

  ‘Men, on me!’ He commanded two soldiers who’d been guarding the room. Davis led them through a side exit into a stairwell and down. At the bottom one of his team lay unmoving as blood seeped onto the pristine white marble floor around him. The fighting was frenetic. Bullets flew through the double doors and zinged past his head. Another of his men went down before they were able to engage the enemy.

  Davis took aim at one of many Terra Force targets on offer. He only had one clip of armour-piercing rounds so he had to make them count. Firing off shots, he cycled from target to target, taking down one and injuring three more. The rifle’s bolt locked back and he dropped the clip and slammed in another. A bullet hit him in the shoulder, shifting his weight back.

  He glanced around to see he was the last man standing. With no more time to think, he grabbed two grenades from his belt, dialled the time to five seconds, flicked off the pins and threw them into the main foyer. As they detonated, he made to head back the way he’d come, but he heard the telltale noise of a small metallic object bouncing off the hard floor nearby. Too late! he thought, before a lethal blast ripped him from his feet.

  ♦

  Samson moved the body of a Darklight officer out of his way with his foot, barely noticing the image of a mother and child as a photo dropped to the floor from the dead man’s hand. He moved on up the stairs. U.S. forces had taken control and many Darklight soldiers had fallen, but some had been disarmed and rounded up for detention so the powers that be could decide what to do with them.

  Samson didn’t like or dislike killing, but he was good at it, very good. He knew his men called him The Reaper behind his back, but they knew better than to say it to his face.

  They’d managed to shut down the communication lines and array in the Command Centre, although Myers wasn’t happy as Steiner had managed to open up access to some of the elevator shafts and upper access doors and had then frozen the system so they couldn’t be resealed.

  ‘Where is the professor?’ the CIA man asked him as he approached.

  ‘Over there.’ Samson pointed at a small room.

  Myers went over to it and relieved the agent within, who went and stood guard outside. Samson followed him in. Myers noticed his presence, but said nothing. In front of them, Steiner sat on a chair behind a small table, a smashed console before him.

  ‘My agent tells me you were trying to communicate with someone on that console, Professor,’ Myers said. ‘Who were you calling? Commander Hilt, perhaps, or some of your government friends?’

  ‘I don’t know what Joiner thinks he’s playing at,’ Steiner said, full of defiance, ‘but when word of this gets out, and it will, heads will roll and yours will be one of them.’

  Myers laughed with genuine humour. ‘I don’t think so, but I like your style, Professor. You have balls, I’ll give you that.’

  Steiner looked at Samson and then back to Myers again. ‘Well? What are you going to do with me, then?’

  ‘I’ll leave that up to the Director, Professor,’ Myers said, ‘but trust me when I say it’s in your best interests to co-operate.’ With the brief exchange over, the two men departed the room, leaving the agent outside to lock the door and resume his guard duty.

  A muffled ringing came from a compartment on Samson’s chest armour. Taking off an armoured glove, he retrieved his personal computer phone, put it to his ear and moved away for some privacy. ‘Yes?’

  ‘Colonel, it’s Malcolm Joiner.’

  This just gets better and better, he thought. ‘What do you want?’ he said, offhandedly.

  ‘I hear that Professor Steiner is under arrest.’

  ‘Your man Myers has him under guard.’

  ‘Are you able to get in to see him?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘That is convenient, Colonel. I need you to do me a favour.’

  Samson said nothing and waited.

  ‘This is an opportune time for everyone concerned, Colonel,’ Joiner continued, undeterred by Samson’s lack of commitment to the conversation.

  Samson remained silent, so Joiner went on. ‘I – we – could both be well served if our dear professor had not made it through the firefight.’

  ‘What do you want?’

  ‘I think that’s obvious, Colonel.’

  Samson’s lip curled back in contempt and the phone in his hand creaked under pressure. ‘I’m not an assassin,’ he said vehemently, ‘and I’m not your lackey. If you want a man killed, do it yourself or use Myers; he’d probably fuck him if you ordered him to.’

  ‘I’m sorry to hear that, Colonel,’ Joiner said, his tone hardening. ‘I thought you a man of conviction, I was clearly mistaken.’

  The line went dead; Joiner had hung up. Samson snorted in derision and put his phone away. He needed to get out of there, he felt confined, constricted. He called his team to him and without a backwards glance moved out of the building, his job done.

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  Approximately five per cent of Steadfast’s population had managed to make it to the extraction zone in the forest, around twenty-five thousand people, plus Darklight forces. Commander Hilt had already loaded up the first elevator, which was surface bound. He’d also contacted Darklight units topside. They stood on full alert in case of outside U.S. military intervention.

  Goodwin paced around inside the M.E.C.A. building where Dr. Kara Vandervoort helped bandage up some of the wounded civilians, the high tech office having been turned into a triage hospital. We’re evacuating these people, Goodwin thought, but why? He knew the professor must have a good reason, but he couldn’t guess what it could be. Why isn’t Steadfast safe any longer? And why is Malcolm Joiner, Director of Intelligence, trying to take over from the professor in some kind of military coup? His confusion pressed down upon him like a large, cold stone on his shoulders, making him feel disorientated and drained. He slumped into a chair, his head in his hands.

  A soft touch on his shoulder made him look up.

  Kara looked at him with concern. ‘Are you all right, Richard?’

  He looked at his hands, they were covered in blood.

  ‘I’m fine, it’s not my blood,’ he said, wondering how it had got there and who it belonged to.

  ‘What is going on?’ she said, sounding scared. ‘People are saying the military opened fire on them and that the Darklight forces fought back to protect them.’

  ‘No,’ – he gave a weary shake of the head – ‘the military took on Darklight and civilians got in the way.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’

  He managed a small smile. ‘Quite sure, thank you. I just feel exhausted for some reason.’

  ‘That’ll be the come down off of the adrenalin your body kicked out during the chaos,’ said a deep voice.

  Goodwin looked round as Darklight’s leader approached. ‘Commander, any news from the professor?’

  ‘None, I’m afraid, sir,’ Hilt said. ‘I’ve lost contact with my men at the Command Centre, too; I fear it’s been taken. We’ve set up a perimeter. This chamber is pretty easy to defend, so we won’t have to worry about getting overrun. It also appears that the military aren’t pursuing us, they’ve pulled back. They must have realised that this sector isn’t worth losing more men over.’

  ‘I hope you’re right.’

  ‘Time will tell,’ Hilt said, before one of his men handed him a digital map. ‘Where shall we go when we hit the surface, sir?’

  ‘I have no idea, Commander.’

  Hilt studied a hologram of the terrain. ‘Darklight has a large compound about twenty clicks from Steadfast’s surface location. It’s well concealed and we could fit most of these people in there for the short t
erm. We also have vehicles topside to get them there, although it will take multiple trips.’

  ‘That sounds like a good plan to me,’ Goodwin said, happy to let someone else take the lead.

  ‘Sir,’ Hilt continued, ‘the civilians are getting a little out of control in some places. They want to know what’s happening and where they’re going.’

  Goodwin sighed and pushed himself to his feet. ‘Has this station got a public address system?’ he asked Kara.

  She shook her head.

  ‘Don’t worry, sir,’ Hilt told him, ‘we have a command unit with that capability. I’ll take you to it.’

  ‘Thank you, Commander, lead the way.’ He gestured the military man forwards with a bloody hand.

  ‘Perhaps you should clean that off,’ Hilt said, noticing the stains, ‘it won’t help calm people’s nerves.’

  ‘Good idea. Kara, have you—’ Goodwin’s voice trailed off as Kara was already handing him a damp paper towel. ‘Thanks,’ he said, giving her a small smile.

  She squeezed his arm in support.

  Handing Kara the now bloody rag, he followed Hilt out of the building.

  ‘It’s right over there.’ Hilt pointed at a large armoured van that had a plethora of domes and antennae on its roof.

  The two men pushed their way through the milling crowd. Some people were crying, while many remained silent, in a state of shock. Others shouted out, calling people’s names, trying to find friends, colleagues and loved ones they’d become separated from in the dash to the evacuation zone.

  As Goodwin passed one group of what, from their clothing, looked like engineers someone grabbed him and yanked him round.

  ‘What the fuck is going on!’ a man screamed into his face as his friends struggled to pull him back. ‘You’re in charge. My wife is dead because of you, do you understand? DEAD!’

  Goodwin didn’t know what to say, and he just stood there in horror as the man’s grasp tightened, his eyes wide and staring in what looked like madness, the madness of grief.

  ‘BACK UP!’ Hilt detached the man’s hands from Goodwin’s shirt and pushed him back toward his friends, who encircled him as they attempted to calm him down.

  Goodwin and Hilt moved off and increased their pace. ‘Thanks,’ said Goodwin, ‘it’s getting a bit ugly out here.’

  ‘And it’ll get ten times worse if nothing is done,’ Hilt said, as they finally reached the armoured truck. ‘Here, you better get up on top of the roof otherwise people won’t be able to see you.’

  Goodwin grasped the ladder which was built onto the side of the vehicle and pulled himself up onto the roof, wobbled, then stood up precariously. Hilt disappeared inside the van for a second or two and then reappeared with a microphone in his hand, which he passed up to Goodwin.

  ‘Are we on?’ he asked Hilt, but his voice echoing out of the domed speaker system answered his own question.

  Goodwin looked out as a sea of faces all turned in his direction.

  ‘Hello,’ he said, his voice faltering.

  Unsure as to how to proceed, Goodwin surveyed those gathered, the fear of public speaking upon him. The silence stretched on and he could see the microphone in his hand trembling from nervous tension. He caught sight of a scared looking little girl who perched on her father’s shoulders some thirty feet away. She needed reassurance, they all did, and it was his job to give it to them.

  Gaining confidence, he began again. ‘Hello,’ he said, his voice louder and steadier than before. ‘The events of the last hour have been traumatic for us all and devastating for some.’ He looked over to the group where the man had accosted him. ‘There are some among you who have lost loved ones and friends.’ He paused, his emotions almost getting the better of him as his compassion went out to the grief-stricken husband, who even now held his gaze. ‘Some will blame me for their deaths,’ he continued, looking around at the many faces staring up at him. ‘Perhaps they’re right. It is my job to look after you all and to ensure no lives are lost. But lives have been lost and for that I am so very sorry and my thoughts and prayers go out to you in this horrific time. I wish I could tell you why this has happened, but I am as much in the dark as you are.’

  He paused again to gather his thoughts. ‘For some reason the military who are supposed to protect us have, in fact, caused us harm, whether unintentionally or otherwise. We have all received the evacuation command to assemble at this location and this emergency protocol was issued by Professor Steiner himself. As yet I do not know the reasons for the alert, but we must take it seriously and head to the surface as fast as possible. Darklight sources tell us that the military are not pursuing us and that is a small comfort.

  ‘Many of you will be wondering where we will be going. To ensure our safety and to find out what has transpired here, we will be relocating to a Darklight base on the surface, some twenty kilometres away. What I do know is that Professor Steiner believes that this base is not safe.’ He held up his hand for silence as a swell of noise swept through the assembled crowd. ‘I understand your concerns and confusion as I feel exactly the same way, but I trust the professor with my life and if he says that it’s not safe, I believe him.

  ‘If anyone wants to stay behind, that is their choice. And while I believe the military will not harm them, as the Command Centre and other exit points appear to have been their main targets – seemingly to secure us and prevent our escape from Steadfast – I cannot guarantee this fact.

  ‘Rest assured that when I know more, you will know more. Please remain calm and organised, as we have small children and the injured to look after. Thank you for your time and I will speak to you all again when we have reached the Darklight outpost I mentioned previously. Thank you.’

  Goodwin got down off the roof and handed the microphone to a woman waiting on the ground who wore a bright orange vest bearing the words Evacuation Officer.

  ‘Some of us managed to action the procedure for an emergency,’ she told him, stepping onto the bottom rung of the ladder.

  Goodwin knew he ought to know her name, but it escaped him.

  ‘It’s Julia, sir,’ she said, catching his look of semi-recognition. ‘I work on the third floor, personnel.’

  ‘Yes, of course, I remember, the charity tri-athlete, right?’

  ‘Yes, that’s me, sir. I’ll try and get some organisation going for you.’

  ‘Thank you,’ he said, as she made her way up the ladder to address the people who now spoke amongst themselves, digesting the information Goodwin had just given them.

  ‘Excellent speech,’ Hilt said solemnly.

  ‘Thanks, I hope it helps.’

  ‘It already has,’ the commander replied.

  A siren wailed in the distance, momentarily drowning out Julia on the speaker system.

  ‘Sir, the second elevator has been loaded and is about to depart,’ a Darklight operative told Hilt.

  ‘Very good, Lieutenant, thank you.’

  ‘Richard!’

  Goodwin looked round to see Kara fighting her way through the press of bodies.

  ‘Come quickly,’ she said as she reached them, ‘it’s the professor; he’s making a video call, he wants to speak to you, it’s urgent.’

  Goodwin excused himself from the Darklight commander and followed Kara back to her building.

  ‘He asked to be transferred to a private terminal,’ she said, showing him into a small room.

  Thanking her Goodwin shut the door behind him.

  On the wall in front of him a screen displayed Professor Steiner’s face; he was using his computer phone to make the call.

  ‘Professor, why didn’t you just go through to my personal device?’ Goodwin said. ‘More importantly, are you all right?’

  ‘Yes, I’m fine; I’m going through a secure military network as they’ve shut down all other communications in the base. I haven’t got much time; they’ve locked me in a room. Luckily they didn’t confiscate this phone, it’s my back-up and I keep it in an ank
le holster.’

  ‘What are they going to do with you?’

  ‘I’m not sure, but I think Joiner wants me confined indefinitely so I can’t disrupt his plans.’

  ‘What plans?’

  ‘Something is going on, Richard, that even I didn’t know about. I can’t tell you everything I want to right now, but I can tell you to get out of Steadfast. Get to U.S.S.B. Sanctuary as soon as you can, along with everyone you have with you. How many are at your location?’

  ‘We estimate about twenty-five thousand, plus Darklight forces.’

  The professor made a face. ‘I was hoping for more than that.’

  ‘I’m sorry, Professor.’

  ‘It’s not your fault. God, it’s mine. I should have anticipated something like this happening.’

  ‘Something like what? Damn it, Professor, what is going on? For pity’s sake, tell me!’

  ‘I would if I could, Richard, but my hands are tied. All you need to know is that you have to get to Sanctuary as quickly as you can.’

  ‘But I thought Sanctuary was a military run operation?’

  ‘It is, but I can get you access – well – I have the information to get you in, anyway.’

  ‘Okay, but why would we want to be at Sanctuary surrounded by the military when they were trying to prevent us getting out of Steadfast? None of this is making any sense to me at all.’

  ‘All I can tell you is that Steadfast is not safe.’

  ‘I realise that,’ Goodwin said irritably.

  ‘Right, and that’s all you need to know for now. Joiner won’t permit you to stay above ground as you’ll be deemed a security risk and they may detain or eliminate you.’

  ‘Security risk?’ Goodwin said, but Steiner had already continued.

  ‘Once you’re in Sanctuary they’re unlikely to kick you out again and you can believe me when I say they have the room. When you get there, find my office and access my system with this code: J P one zero one CLARITY, all one word and capitals. Go into my video archive folder and access the file entitled Fishing for trout.’

  Goodwin typed all the instructions into his phone.