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<strong>TIME</strong>-<strong>CHASE</strong><br />
TRACKER BOOK 1<br />
BOBBY ASGHAR
Copyright © 2015 Bob<strong>by</strong> <strong>Asghar</strong><br />
www.bob<strong>by</strong>asghar.com<br />
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced,<br />
distributed, or transmitted in any form or <strong>by</strong> any electronic or<br />
mechanical means including information storage and retrieval<br />
systems, without written permission from the author, except in the<br />
case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.<br />
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places,<br />
events and incidents are either the products of the author’s<br />
imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to<br />
actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is purely<br />
coincidental.<br />
Angelic Press<br />
ISBN: 1-52-087191-0<br />
ISBN-13: 978-1-52-087191-2
DEDICATION<br />
First and foremost for Angelina.
CONTENTS<br />
1 BREACH 1<br />
2 STRYKER 21<br />
3 SAFE HOUSE 51<br />
4 RIPPLES 60<br />
5 DEFIANCE 78<br />
6 FRACTURES 101<br />
7 CARRIE 124<br />
8 UNHAPPY NEW YEAR 140<br />
9 DECEIT 159<br />
10 DIAZ 175<br />
11 VALEDICTION 190<br />
12 SAVAGES 212<br />
13 ASSASSINS 240<br />
14 THE GATHERING 271
1<br />
BREACH<br />
A hand sweeping canvas—the sound of the surveillance<br />
control room door sliding open—made the enforcer<br />
twist in his seat to look back. Access to the SCR was<br />
highly restricted and he hadn’t received any notification<br />
of visitation. All the more surprised to find no one<br />
stood in the doorway, he turned to the console,<br />
checked the cam feeds. The hallway on the other side<br />
of the door was clear, as were the adjacent passages.<br />
The enforcer frowned: if it was a malfunction he’d have<br />
to <strong>by</strong>pass the circuitry to close the door, and he’d have<br />
to call it in—he should call it in either way.<br />
He rose up from his chair, oblivious to the<br />
surveillance room’s own feed showing him still seated<br />
at the console. He turned about, was about to patch a<br />
call through to Fuern command via his com-link when<br />
something dense and metallic slapped the floor ahead<br />
of him. Drawing his gun was a reflex action, and futile:<br />
it wasn’t going to make a shred of difference against a<br />
heat-seeker; neither would the medals he’d won nor the<br />
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scars he’d suffered in gaining them. Face pale and<br />
stretched with the absolute certainty of it, he pictured<br />
his wife and son before crashing back against the<br />
console, riddled <strong>by</strong> the heat-seeker’s muted discharge.<br />
He was dead before his scorched and bloodied face<br />
slapped against the white tiled floor.<br />
A hooded figure pulled in through the open<br />
doorway, her gun raised at the fallen enforcer. Clad in<br />
white from head to toe, a grilled mask over her mouth<br />
and nose, she scanned the room through the smoky<br />
haze. Her eyes—her only visible feature—were piecing<br />
sapphires set in snow on a misty morning. They were<br />
frosty with it, and insensate to the sight of the still<br />
smoking corpse.<br />
The enforcer neutralised, she slapped her gun to her<br />
thigh grip and marched towards the console, retrieving<br />
the heat-seeker on the way. She slipped it into the<br />
pouch strapped to her chest as the door slid shut<br />
behind her. Nonchalantly kicking the dead enforcer’s<br />
legs aside, she pulled up over the console. She set the<br />
chameleon she’d used to loop the visual feeds down on<br />
top of it, and the surveillance disrupter transmuted<br />
from the white of her glove to the slate grey of the<br />
workstation. She tapped at the console screen.<br />
“Blue, status,” a man said through the plug at her<br />
ear, his designation the brown of his own eyes.<br />
“In position,” she said, her voice distorting to a<br />
mono tone rumble as it morphed through her mask.<br />
She accessed the local surveillance network, pressed a<br />
data card onto the input scanner and said, “Uploading<br />
now.”<br />
She shook the stiffness from her legs while she<br />
waited. The Fuern complex was a multi-story tower<br />
both above and below the ground, and the climb down<br />
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the ventilation shaft to the ninth underground level was<br />
a cakewalk compared to the cramped eight hours she’d<br />
spent holed up inside it with her two companions.<br />
Policed <strong>by</strong> thermal sensors—which were easily<br />
duped—the shaft was their only way in, bringing them<br />
to within a stone’s throw of the SCR. Then they’d<br />
waited for the active personnel count to drop to a<br />
skeleton crew before activating the chameleon and<br />
dropping into the hall. The chameleon’s range was<br />
short and indiscriminate, but good enough to loop the<br />
feeds in and outside the surveillance control room, as<br />
was its purpose: once inside the SCR she could<br />
manipulate the surveillance network with the finesse of<br />
a surgeon<br />
She pulled up the complex’s security schematics.<br />
Spreading her fingers at the screen, she zoomed in on<br />
her location. Then she tapped for the vis-scan feed of<br />
the next passage along.<br />
“On line,” she said.<br />
“Check,” brown eyes said, beads of sweat dripping<br />
down past tense eyes the colour of teak, speckled and<br />
rimmed in black.<br />
His white tactical attire matched the woman’s own,<br />
down to the grilled mask over his mouth and nose. Gun<br />
in one gloved hand and a black ball in the other, he<br />
crouched down to squat <strong>by</strong> the base of the wall at the<br />
end of the passageway. He pressed the button on the<br />
side of the ball and it washed from black to white.<br />
“On your mark,” brown eyes said.<br />
“Go,” the woman said.<br />
Brown eyes rolled the ball slowly around the corner<br />
into the next passageway.<br />
Small and cloaked <strong>by</strong> colour, the ball was barely<br />
visible on the surveillance screen, and the woman<br />
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would have missed it if she hadn’t been expecting it.<br />
She initiated a programmed loop from the console and<br />
the ball vanished from sight.<br />
“Localised disruption effective,” she said.<br />
She tapped the side of her mask and a small visor<br />
slid up over her left eye. Tapping the bracelet at her<br />
wrist, she brought the surveillance feed up on the visor,<br />
and she secured the link via the console screen. Then<br />
she locked the input terminal with an encrypted code.<br />
“Mobile link secured,” she said, tapping the SCR<br />
console screen clear.<br />
She snatched the security pass from the dead<br />
enforcer’s chest, glanced at it on her way to the door;<br />
she didn’t recognise the name. She ran the pass over the<br />
lock’s sensor, the door slid open, and she passed<br />
through to the hallway. A black eyed giant was stood<br />
waiting for her, clad likewise, his raised gun covering<br />
the hallway to her right. Brown eyes was stood a<br />
distance to her left, his focus on the passage beyond the<br />
corner.<br />
The woman turned about as the door slid shut. She<br />
scrambled the lock with another card, then tested it<br />
with the enforcer’s pass. Satisfied with the result, she<br />
took a step back towards the giant, pulling a white plate<br />
from her pouch.<br />
“Set,” she said quietly, gripping the plate with both<br />
hands.<br />
Brown eyes turned to cover them and said, “Go.”<br />
The giant holstered his gun. Then he wrapped his<br />
meaty hands around the woman’s waist and lifted her<br />
off the floor.<br />
The woman pressed the plate to the ceiling.<br />
“Secure,” she said.<br />
The giant set her back down. Then they drew their<br />
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guns and joined brown eyes at the corner.<br />
“Vis-scan,” brown eyes said to the woman.<br />
She read the next passage’s surveillance on her visor;<br />
the live feeds were clear of personnel and the video<br />
loops were active. “Good to go,” she said.<br />
Taking point, brown eyes turned the corner, and he<br />
swept along the passage, picking up the white ball on<br />
his way. The giant kept pace close behind him. The<br />
woman turned to look back at the camera mounted on<br />
the far wall, beyond the SCR. She tapped at her<br />
bracelet; a red light lit up beneath the camera. She<br />
tapped again and the red light started blinking. Then<br />
she turned the corner, deactivating the previous<br />
passageway’s surveillance loop and restoring the live<br />
feeds via her bracelet as she raced after her<br />
companions.<br />
Their bleached garb merged with the ivory of the<br />
walls and tiling, augmenting their stealth beneath the<br />
incandescent glare of the hallway lighting. The woman<br />
set between them, brown eyes led while the black eyed<br />
giant brought up the rear, ever vigilant of the passage<br />
behind. Stopping at an intersection, they crouched low.<br />
Brown eyes turned to the woman as she tapped at her<br />
wrist.<br />
Reading the live feed on her visor, she raised a<br />
clenched fist: two blue uniforms and a white coat<br />
barred their path, halfway down the next corridor.<br />
Squat at the corner with gun in hand, brown eyes<br />
waited, his tension governed, his view fixed to the<br />
glacial calm of the woman’s eyes. The giant, <strong>by</strong> contrast,<br />
was restless, looking along the passage behind, scouring<br />
the closed doors, his gun raised to them.<br />
The technician stopped at a door, drew out his<br />
security pass, the two enforcers pulling up behind him.<br />
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He paused shy of the sensor on the wall, turned about<br />
and said something, which made one of the blue suits<br />
laugh out loud. The technician turned back to the door<br />
and swept his pass over the sensor. The door slid open,<br />
the three men stepped through, and the door slid shut<br />
behind them.<br />
The passage finally clear, the woman looped the<br />
surveillance feeds. Then she raised her thumb to brown<br />
eyes, and they swept around the corner.<br />
Even with premeditated stealth and contrived cover<br />
there was only so far they would get undetected: stories<br />
deep in a veritable ant’s nest, their eventual discovery<br />
was inevitable. The deeper into the complex they<br />
ventured, the higher the odds stacked against their<br />
lasting concealment. Then their dice finally crapped out:<br />
a door opened up and a blue uniform booming laughter<br />
stepped out into the passageway ahead of them. With<br />
only the colour of their garb to hide them, they froze<br />
rigid.<br />
The enforcer’s mirth tapered abruptly, the hairs of<br />
his neck rising to the white shadows in the corner of his<br />
eye. He reached for his gun but was fated never to<br />
reach it: his transitory hesitation was all the edge the<br />
intruders needed. The passageway pulsed with rapid<br />
muzzle flare as muted gunfire burst out at the enforcer,<br />
turning the walls from sanitary to opposing canvases of<br />
abstract red splatter. He fell back between them,<br />
crashed to the floor sputtering blood, his gun still<br />
holstered at his side.<br />
The three intruders scattered to the side walls,<br />
crouched low as the alarm sounded and the passageway<br />
dimmed. Eyes tense beneath a blinking wash of red,<br />
their ears rang to the periodic wail; their window of<br />
opportunity had been cut short.<br />
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Blue eyes tapped a button on the side of her mask<br />
and her ensemble morphed to black. Her companions<br />
followed suit, their colouration transmuting to match<br />
her own as she covered the open doorway with her gun.<br />
Whoever was in the room had triggered the alarm. She<br />
pointed at brown eyes, swept her hand towards her<br />
face, and then tapped at her head. Brown eyes nodded,<br />
and he crossed in front to cover her. She traced the<br />
room’s vis-scan feed, pulled it onto her visor, saw two<br />
uniforms—a man and a woman—crouching down on<br />
the other side of the doorway. She pointed her thumb<br />
down, then raised two fingers and motioned her hand<br />
around the doorframe. Keeping the feed online she<br />
raised her gun, one frigid eye on the two uniforms as<br />
they shuffled closer to the doorway, the other glaring<br />
through flashing red at the edge of the frame. She<br />
waited for the female enforcer’s gun arm to pull out<br />
past the frame. Then she opened fire, and her<br />
companions’ firepower added to her own.<br />
The enforcer cried out as she twisted, her fingers<br />
stretched <strong>by</strong> high current, her gun spinning free. She<br />
slammed into her partner’s chest, a raw gorge running<br />
along her upper arm.<br />
“Lopez!” he said.<br />
“I’m good, Cage,” she stuttered, pressing her hand<br />
to the wound, blood oozing out between her trembling<br />
fingers.<br />
Cage fired into the hall, more to keep the wolves<br />
from the door, and concrete chips and splintered wood<br />
showered him for his efforts. Though outgunned and<br />
pinned down, he only needed to hold them off until<br />
backup arrived.<br />
“Take cover,” Cage said, flinching to gunfire and<br />
shrapnel.<br />
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The notion of shelter was a non-starter to Lopez:<br />
there was nowhere to hide. The only way in or out was<br />
through the door, and Cage wasn’t going to hold them<br />
off for long. Her right arm was useless. She was good<br />
enough with her left, but her gun was out in the hall.<br />
“Need a gun,” she said, thinking out loud.<br />
Cage looked into sea blue eyes which burned with<br />
both suffering and enmity, and were streaked with<br />
reflected lightning as gunfire tore in through the<br />
doorway. He shook his head: he didn’t have a spare.<br />
Lopez twisted away, scanned the room for an<br />
answer. She glanced down at her own red trail. Then<br />
her eyes stretched wide as a heat-seeker slid in through<br />
the blood.<br />
“Cage!” she cried out, twisting back, and she threw<br />
herself at her partner as the heat-seeker detonated.<br />
A dire sense of urgency dragged Cage back to harsh<br />
reality, and his pain shook him. He couldn’t see from<br />
his burning left eye, but he could feel it run wet across<br />
his skin. His right was hazy, swirling smoke, his partner<br />
on top of him, her head on his chest.<br />
“Lopez,” he said, sputtering blood.<br />
She didn’t reply.<br />
“Lopez!” He strained to reach for her with his one<br />
good arm.<br />
Her eyes were open, her head and back matted with<br />
blood. Though she’d sacrificed her own life to shield<br />
him from the discharge, she’d died in vain: the heatseeker<br />
had done more than enough to incapacitate him.<br />
His left arm and side were riddled, as were both of his<br />
both legs, he was blind in one eye, and was pinned<br />
beneath her limp weight.<br />
His gun was a blur to his right, on the floor, too far<br />
to reach. Clawing at the slick red tiles, he tried to<br />
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wriggle free, to squirm closer to his gun. Groaning,<br />
twisting beneath his dead partner, he pushed sideways<br />
at her shoulder, shifting her weight. Finally sliding her<br />
off, he stretched right, reached for his gun, as a dark<br />
giant stepped in through the open doorway. Cage’s<br />
blood wet fingers brushed the base of his gun grip, the<br />
intruder’s shadow sweeping over him. Then a heavy<br />
boot pressed down against his hand, pinning it to the<br />
floor.<br />
“Still alive,” the giant said, his mockery evident even<br />
through the distortion. The enforcer shuddered,<br />
sprayed spittle as the big man’s boot ground harder, but<br />
he wouldn’t cry out. The enforcer’s resilience gave the<br />
giant pause for thought. He glanced at the dead woman,<br />
then back at the man underfoot. Keeping his weight on<br />
the enforcer’s fingers, he crouched down to squat and<br />
snatched the security pass from his chest. The black of<br />
his eyes swelled at the sight of the Search and Destroy<br />
insignia on the enforcer’s pass.<br />
“Trackers,” he said, his rancour fuelled. He crushed<br />
the security pass in his hand, and then dropped it into<br />
the spreading red pool on the floor.<br />
Drawing at his own animus, Cage clenched his left<br />
fist.<br />
“Time,” brown eyes said over the com.<br />
The enforcer lashed out, but the giant saw it<br />
coming—the swing was weak and flailing—he caught<br />
the enforcer’s wrist, held it firm. The enforcer wouldn’t<br />
have been a match at his best, much less debilitated.<br />
Still, it might have been fun.<br />
“Look at you, all broken and busted,” the giant said,<br />
grinding his boot harder. “You ain’t all that . . . less<br />
without a gun hand.”<br />
Finally yielding to his pain, the enforcer cried out.<br />
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The giant pulled closer to him and said, “See—<br />
trackers ain’t so tough.”<br />
Cage spat at him.<br />
“Now!” brown eyes said.<br />
The giant wiped the spittle from his face. Glowering,<br />
he pressed his gun barrel to the enforcer’s one good<br />
eye, smothering him in darkness, and said, “Time’s up,<br />
tracker.”<br />
“Go to hell!”<br />
“You first.”<br />
The enforcer roared.<br />
The giant silenced him with a muted clap of thunder,<br />
spraying blood and bone across the floor.<br />
“Chase me now, bitch,” the giant said, rising up.<br />
Then he turned and ran out after the others.<br />
Though they’d reached farther unseen than brown<br />
eyes had expected, they were far from done. The brunt<br />
of the security forces—nine floors up at ground level—<br />
would no doubt have realised that the surveillance<br />
network was compromised. Before long they would<br />
have company. He took brief consolation in the<br />
knowledge that there would be no more surprises<br />
hidden behind passage doors: with the alert raised,<br />
every room on the level was on lock down.<br />
“Readings,” he said.<br />
“Tracing emissions,” the woman said, tapping at her<br />
bracelet, navigating through the maze in her visor. Even<br />
through the distortion her voice was markedly frigid<br />
and smacked of composure. “Close,” she said, and she<br />
nodded her head right at the intersection ahead.<br />
“Kill the vis scan,” the giant said, all too aware that<br />
the active visual surveillance was restricting their pace.<br />
He felt like a rat in a maze, and the screaming alert only<br />
further elevated his already heightened tension.<br />
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Watching over his shoulder was beneath him: he was<br />
straight fight, not cloak-and-dagger; he hedged bets<br />
with brawn and backed them with ruthlessness.<br />
“Not yet,” brown eyes said: he needed surveillance<br />
feeds active. “Take point,” he said to the woman.<br />
The woman nodded. She looped the next passage’s<br />
feed. Then she turned into it, and the two men<br />
followed behind her.<br />
Blast-proof security doors barred their passage into<br />
the next hallway.<br />
“Last set,” the woman said, swiping a card over its<br />
sensor. The panel’s lamp glowed red and the doors held<br />
fast. She swiped again, got more of the same.<br />
“The enforcer’s card,” the giant said, breathless.<br />
She knew it wouldn’t work, but she tried it anyway.<br />
“Codes have changed,” she said.<br />
It hadn’t come as a complete surprise to brown eyes;<br />
he’d allocated a window for it, and tech was the reason<br />
the woman was with them.<br />
“Hack it,” he said. Then he turned to the giant and<br />
said, “Cover the passage.”<br />
The woman levered the face-plate off the sensor<br />
panel with her knife. Then she clipped a wired feed<br />
from her bracelet to the sensor’s exposed circuitry.<br />
Reading the feed on her visor, she worked on <strong>by</strong>passing<br />
the lock’s security protocols. An icon flashed in the top<br />
corner of the screen. She dragged the symbol down,<br />
splitting the display in two, giving her a view of the<br />
hallway outside the surveillance control room; a security<br />
team was closing in on the door.<br />
“They’re at the SCR,” she said.<br />
The giant jerked his head to look back down the<br />
hall.<br />
“You know what to do,” brown eyes said to the<br />
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woman.<br />
She nodded at him.<br />
“Do it! Kill vis-scan. Keep this door open.” He<br />
turned to the giant and said, “With me.” The two men<br />
ran back along the passageway.<br />
The woman watched the enforcers gather outside<br />
the surveillance control room. Though she’d scrambled<br />
the door’s lock, their getting through it was only a<br />
matter of time, which was why she’d placed the<br />
explosive plate on the ceiling. Tapping at her bracelet<br />
she remotely detonated the charge, and the screen flash<br />
white, then to grey speckled snow, the walls about her<br />
shuddering to the force of the blast. She swiped and<br />
tapped to unpack the virus she’d implanted within the<br />
surveillance network. A moment later the vis-scan feed<br />
on her visor flashed to white noise. Then she swiped<br />
back to continue working on the door.<br />
“Report,” brown eyes said, buzzing in her ear.<br />
“Security neutralised, surveillance down,” she said.<br />
“The doors?”<br />
“Close.”<br />
She typed in a final coded sequence; the circuitry<br />
clicked, the panel flashed green, the bolts drew back,<br />
and the blast-doors parted. She tugged the wired feed<br />
free of her bracelet, and she squeezed between the<br />
doors as they opened up.<br />
“I’m through,” she said, drawing her gun.<br />
Slowing to a halt before the next intersection, she<br />
pressed her gun to her thigh grip. She crouched low<br />
and pushed a probe left beyond the wall’s edge, rolled it<br />
between her fingers for a better view through the<br />
flashing red. She saw the door at the far end of the<br />
passage, and the recessed array of sensory filamentcannons<br />
along the top of both walls. A single hit from<br />
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one would hurt like hell; a hallway full of them was a<br />
kill zone.<br />
The tiny black barrels targeted movement<br />
autonomously, collectively forming a virtually<br />
impregnable battery: a lone intruder targeting one<br />
would fall to the rest, and an assault force would hit a<br />
few but wouldn’t make it halfway down the hall.<br />
Recessed as the cannons were, even an explosive blast<br />
would fall far short of taking them all out. Their<br />
offensive security was superlative, but the device she’d<br />
had specifically designed to deal with the threat wasn’t<br />
run of the mill either. Fighting fire with fire, it was<br />
covered with micro-filament cannons of its own, far<br />
smaller than those which lined the passage, but<br />
sufficient for the task. She called it the RATT: remotely<br />
activated, its design was to trace oncoming fire and<br />
track it to its source. Once targeting lock was acquired,<br />
it would drop its shielding and fire a pulse at each of<br />
the cannons. She set the RATT down on the floor and<br />
controlled it via her bracelet and visor.<br />
A translucent dome spread over the RATT as it<br />
drove forward. Turning into the passageway, it was set<br />
upon <strong>by</strong> a hail of fire. Its lustrous shielding sparked its<br />
resistance to the intense bombardment as the RATT<br />
trundled deep into the kill-zone. Stopping halfway<br />
down the hall, it signalled target lock, and then the<br />
RATT erupted.<br />
The woman cautiously stepped along the passageway<br />
towards the blistered remains of the RATT, searching<br />
through the flashing haze for sight of an intact probe. A<br />
flash burst out, and she twisted to the impact at her left<br />
shoulder, her own fire blowing the last of the cannons<br />
out of the wall before it could get off a second shot.<br />
Though she seethed as she rolled her shoulder at the<br />
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sting beneath her protective vest, the RATT had done<br />
better than she’d expected.<br />
“Countermeasures neutralised,” she said, into her<br />
com link.<br />
She marched towards the reinforced security door at<br />
the end of the passageway. The knowledge that they’d<br />
be waiting for her on the other side didn’t faze her. She<br />
was ready for them, her path preordained from the<br />
outset, her faith in both herself divine providence<br />
unequivocal. The door was more steppingstone than<br />
barrier, as was that which lay beyond it: once through<br />
and in sight of her preliminary objective, she’d be that<br />
much closer to true gratification.<br />
“At gateway and holding,” she said, stopping at the<br />
door.<br />
Crouching low <strong>by</strong> the wall, his gun raised through<br />
flashing red, brown eyes waited for the giant to return:<br />
he ran off to plant a sensor-grenade around the corner<br />
at the far end of the passageway. He caught sight of the<br />
big man on his way back as the woman’s voice buzzed<br />
in his ear, saying she was in position at the gateway;<br />
they needed to get back to her. He set another sensorgrenade<br />
down on the floor at the base of the wall, and<br />
he waited for the giant to come up alongside him<br />
before activating it. A red light on the side of the<br />
explosive shell started flashing its countdown. Then the<br />
two men ran back to join the woman. The small bomb<br />
sat inconspicuous in the dim, intermittent wash of the<br />
alert, as the red light on its side blinked out for the final<br />
time.<br />
When the two men joined up with her, the woman<br />
was still working on the door’s lock.<br />
A distant blast shook the hallway.<br />
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“That’s one,” the giant said, breathless.<br />
“The code’s—” started brown eyes.<br />
“Changed,” the woman said, finishing for him.<br />
“Blow it,” the giant said, anxious. He twisted to look<br />
back through the haze.<br />
“No,” brown eyes said. The door wasn’t nearly as<br />
hefty as the blast-proof doors of the previous<br />
passageway but it was tough enough: the charge needed<br />
to take it out would likely take out what was behind it,<br />
sealing their fate.<br />
“Almost there,” the woman said.<br />
“Blow it,” the giant said again.<br />
“No!” brown eyes said, scolding the big man.<br />
The giant turned on him, his black eyes brimming<br />
with contempt.<br />
A second explosion rang out, shattering the tension<br />
between them.<br />
“Out of time,” brown eyes said, tense. “Keep them<br />
back,” he told the giant, pointing him to the far end of<br />
the passageway.<br />
The giant glared at brown eyes, airing his resentment<br />
before running off.<br />
“We need in now,” brown eyes told the woman.<br />
“Almost there,” the woman said again, “but once<br />
open I won’t have time to close it.”<br />
Brown eyes had already guessed as much. “Keep it<br />
tight and we won’t need to,” he told her.<br />
Still frowning beneath his hood, the giant peered<br />
through the blinking wash of the red alert, dust and<br />
smoke rising up to further dim the distance ahead of<br />
him. He crouched low, gun aimed at the heart of the<br />
thickening cloud.<br />
“Come get some,” he whispered, the uneasy silence<br />
stretching on.<br />
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A distant groan breached and faded. Then he heard<br />
movement, and he edged back to the corner, pulling a<br />
sensor grenade from his belt. “We got company,” he<br />
whispered into his com-link. He activated the grenade<br />
and bowled it underarm along the passageway before<br />
running back to re-join his companions.<br />
The grenade skipped across the floor and rolled<br />
deep into the dusty gloom. It trundled to a stop, and<br />
then the red light on its side blinked out.<br />
“I’m in,” the woman said.<br />
“They’re on us,” the giant said breathlessly, coming<br />
to a halt beside the woman.<br />
“How long?” brown eyes asked the giant.<br />
“You’ll hear,” the giant said, turning to cover their<br />
rear.<br />
An explosion rang out, its close proximity shaking<br />
debris down about them.<br />
“Blinders,” brown eyes said, pulling two stungrenades<br />
from his belt as he moved left of the door. He<br />
tossed one to the woman. “Set for a three count,” he<br />
said, letting the others know the burst duration. “On<br />
my mark.”<br />
The women drew right and pressed her back to the<br />
wall. The giant pulled in beside her. Brown eyes slid low<br />
and the woman mirrored him.<br />
“Go,” brown eyes said.<br />
The woman tapped at her bracelet, the door slid<br />
open, and they tossed the blinders in low, as a furious<br />
barrage of gunfire ripped out above them. They twisted<br />
away shielding their eyes, and the blinders erupted with<br />
such ferocity that they flashed the length of the<br />
passageway white. The light blinked out and the<br />
intruders stormed the room firing at the four stumbling<br />
shadows within. Hapless, hands pressed to scorched<br />
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eyes, they were ruthlessly mowed down, their execution<br />
merciless but for extinguishing their suffering.<br />
Batting her eyes at the dim light, the woman scanned<br />
the laboratory for further sign of movement. Finding<br />
none, she unclipped her pouch, and she tossed it to the<br />
giant as she ran to the island console. A self-destruct<br />
warning flashed across its screen, but it hadn’t been<br />
finalised: whoever initiated it hadn’t input the final<br />
digits of the activation sequence.<br />
“Where?” the giant said, anxiously scouring the vast<br />
room, unsure as to what to look for.<br />
“In there,” brown eyes said, pointing at the steelwalled<br />
cabinet on the left wall beyond the console.<br />
The giant ran over to. He wrenched its doors open,<br />
and his tense eyes softened at the sight of the metallic<br />
bracelets lining the top shelf. They weren’t his prize:<br />
just the means to his end, but they brought him that<br />
much closer to it. He plucked one off its mount.<br />
“We’re good,” he said, clipping the bracelet to his<br />
wrist.<br />
He tossed one to the woman, then another to brown<br />
eyes.<br />
Brown eyes snatched the bracelet in flight. He<br />
clipped it around his wrist as he pulled away from the<br />
console. “Time to go,” he said, nodding his head at the<br />
white-walled cubicle in the middle of the lab.<br />
The giant skipped over to the chamber and tapped<br />
the panel <strong>by</strong> the side of the door. It didn’t open. “No<br />
good,” he said, antsy, looking at the woman.<br />
“I’m on it,” she said. The console’s architecture was<br />
heavily encrypted; breaching it was taking longer than<br />
she’d anticipated.<br />
Brown eyes turned to the door, raised his gun: he<br />
thought he heard movement in the passage. “Cutting it<br />
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fine,” he said, glancing at the woman.<br />
He’d known from the start that once in, there would<br />
be only one way out, and that it would be tight. For a<br />
man of his profession risk was par for the course, and a<br />
modicum of leeway allowed for room to manoeuvre,<br />
but on this undertaking he’d been allowed none at all.<br />
Though a paragon of self-reliance and accustomed to<br />
working alone, he’d infiltrated the facility as one of a<br />
trinity. First because he’d been instructed to, secondly<br />
because it was the only way he would see the mission<br />
through. Now finally in the lab, he was so close to<br />
fulfilling his primary parameters that he could taste it,<br />
but it was down to the woman now: his life, and the<br />
mission’s success, dangled from the tips her fingers.<br />
“This better fuckin’ work,” the giant said.<br />
“She’s good,” brown eyes said, snapping back at<br />
him.<br />
“They’re coming,” the giant said, glaring into the<br />
dim haze beyond the doorway.<br />
“Now,” the woman said.<br />
The giant tapped the sensor and the door slid open.<br />
The giant stepped in.<br />
Brown eyes ran to the cubicle and stopped at the<br />
door to look back at the woman. “Hurry,” he said,<br />
tense, glancing at the doorway: there would be no way<br />
to suppress the force which was closing in on them.<br />
“Programming to erase after activation,” the woman<br />
said, ears pricked to the dull clatter in the passageway.<br />
“Energising in three.” She pulled to the side of the<br />
console, stretched her hand to the screen, as the two<br />
men gripped the edge of the cubicle door to bar it from<br />
closing.<br />
“Now!” brown eyes said.<br />
She tapped at the screen and sprinted to the cubicle,<br />
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gunfire erupting from deep within the passageway. It<br />
tore past her front and back, close enough for her to<br />
hear it scorch the air. She launched off her feet, collided<br />
with brown eyes, and they fell together, the door<br />
clipping her heel as it rammed shut.<br />
Giving neither pause nor quarter, the strike force<br />
stormed the laboratory, guns blazing. The barrage<br />
hammered at the heavy plating of the cubicle walls,<br />
broke through, and tore on to burst out of the cubicles<br />
far side.<br />
The commander called for a ceasefire, his tension<br />
swelling to his scepticism. The intruders had a nine<br />
level head start, and he’d been blind without adequate<br />
surveillance. He signalled troopers to advance on the<br />
cubicle, and the battered cubicle door groaned its<br />
resistance to being levered open. The commander<br />
edged forward, his gun piercing the dense smoke within<br />
as he hoped against hope—the potential consequences<br />
of a successful portal breach didn’t bear thinking<br />
about—but to no avail: the intruders were gone.<br />
The commander turned about to look at the island<br />
console. It held the data Temporal would need to track<br />
the perpetrators down. He paused, frowning curiously<br />
at the red glimmer in the haze above the console. He<br />
stepped closer, and the smoke parted to show the red<br />
lights of the three sensor-grenades blink out for the last<br />
time.<br />
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SECT: TRACKER BOOK 2<br />
THE ETERNAL<br />
AYE<br />
VERSE<br />
Angelic Press<br />
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