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47. Face to face

Their preparations made, their plan put into action, the group stand on the doorstep of Whole Body Grafts for their confrontation with Nakarand.

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“I have to go shopping,” Tobias veered off as he spotted the shopping mall.  The shopping district was a brightly lit open area of tiled mall under the massive skyscraper.    It was here that Tobias headed, the group following close behind.

“What now?!  When’s the appointment?” Bruce looked up at the tower soaring two hundred floors above their heads.  As thick as the biggest hardwood trees, six supporting columns held up the entire building above their heads. Algernon wandered off to examine one of the supporting columns with a thoughtful look.

“I’m the Social Media officer. If I’m to be good stage dressing for you and Algernon, I need a camera,” He said distractedly as several cyphers attracted his eye, “It will do us no good to turn up on time and not do our best to manipulate the situation to our favour.”

A small drone camera floating on magnetic repulsion was an obvious purchase, but a compact surveillance set, spying grenade, a sleep-inducing injectable were also tantalising.  Bruce’s protests were forgotten as he spotted a pair of information lenses, glasses that would tell you basic information about whoever you looked at.

“We need these,” Bruce pointed out the glasses and they were placed with the drone.

“Algernon, would you like any of this stuff,” Tobias turned to Algernon, who was knocking the column, following it with his eyes until it disappeared in the building ten metres above.

“Hmmm?” 

“Nevermind,” Tobias replied and placed the syringe in the pile of purchases.

As they moved away from the store, Algernon drew the group close, “I think I can bring down this building, or at least the top part where Nakarand is.”

“I do like your thinking,” Bruce nodded with approval as Tobias looked around at the hundreds of shoppers going about their business.

“And where would this building fall with its two hundred floors of  innocents?”

“I was thinking the market square behind,” Algernon pointed out an open area of market stalls and crowds of shoppers looking for bargains, and Tobias shook his head.

“I appreciate your openness in sharing, Algernon.  I commend the thought you’ve put into this and your ingenuity,” Algernon physically swelled with pride under the praise before… “However, we’re not here to start a war between Ruk and Earth.  Can you put your ingenuity and godlike abilities into destroying our real enemy on floor 199?  For one thing, we have no idea if Nakarand could survive such an event.  They may be able to teleport themselves out of Ruk altogether at the first sign of danger.  We need more information.”

“That’s where the glasses come in,” Bruce said, tapping his new acquisition. 

“And for those, we need to get close.”

“But is it safe?” Algernon said, falling back on his old fears.  No one answered him. They all knew this may well be a one-way trip. 

“Still, I don’t think it’s as powerful as you think,” Bruce commented by way of changing the subject, “Why go to all the trouble of having only one avatar and getting others to do its work for them.  Why wouldn’t it make a bunch of Avatars and do it all?”

“Why go to the difficulty of being involved in everything and spreading yourself thin when you can just get others to do your work for you?”  Tobias argued from his own point of view, “Why do the miracles yourself when you can get your disciples to do them.  Besides, we know that Nakarand can control several people at once. They did that in Nederland with the spiral eyes.”

“So can you,” Bruce countered, bringing Tobias up short.

“Not across recursion….not yet, at least.”

“Regardless, I think we have to go and see what it is, study it before we destroy it,” Peggy said as they started for the lifts to floor 191, the Showrooms of Whole Body Grafts. 

“Please, never ‘it’,” Tobias complained nervously now that their destination was in sight, “By its name or them or even he or she if you prefer.  It presumed Nakarand is a thing.  As it is, we’re already assuming they’re not as powerful as we thought.  This creature has intelligence and is motivated by needs and wants we don’t understand. So please, don’t underestimate them.”

“I’m not, “ Barked back Peggy, “I’m not assuming gender either.”

“What has sex got to do with it?” Tobias asked as the group spotted a tall, tastefully dressed woman in the latest of Ruk corporate fashion.  Uen-Taru was waiting for them at the lifts with a small smile of recognition lighting her face.

“Uen-Taru!  I’m so please you could join us,” Tobias, forgetting the argument for the impressive woman who had saved his life. He rushed over to welcome her into the group, then once close he leant in, “I was surprised to see your name on our website.  How long have you been watching us?”

“What I want to know is how has she been watching us?” Algernon commented under his breath.

“I’ve had cause to take an interest in this place for some time,” She replied cryptically as the lift was called, “When I saw your interest, I thought I might be needed here.”

Peggy’s crystalline box shifted form uncomfortably. “And what is your interest in all this? Why are you here?” 

“I certainly know why I’m here,” Tobias bantered, very aware of Peggy’s suspicion at anyone from outside the group, “ And I know that Algernon wonders why he’s here.”

Algernon nodded in agreement.

“I’ve had my concerns over Whole Body Graft for some time, especially some of their recent advances.”

On the ride up to the 191st floor, Tobias quietly informed Uen-Taru about what they had discovered from Dram-Shara’s diary about using a creature of the Strange to make new products. By way of interference, Algernon hummed The Girl from Ipanema. 

“A creature from the Strange, that would explain it.”

The elevator doors opened up onto a glittering double-height space the entire width of the building.  Everywhere they looked were models highlighted by overhead lighting displaying what Whole Body Grafts could offer.  One body with tiger-like stripes had wings like that of a butterfly.  Another was a bodybuilders dream. A top-heavy body of cut muscle supported by legs looked spindly in comparison.  Bruce, fully dressed in his ablative Ruk armour, compared his physique to that of the model.  Though not as large or as cut as the model, he was sure that the artificially created muscle couldn’t perform as well as his work-hardened body.

“I could take him,” He said, satisfied as Tobias tossed the drone into the air and started a preamble about their visit,” Did you get permission for video recordings?”
Tobias smiled smugly at the question, “Of course not. It was all part of the plan.”

Several sales staff wandered the large space.  One started towards the group.  Tobias was ready with a brush-off when a man in a severe business suit stepped in and turned the sales assistant aside. Then, directing his attention to Peggy, he introduced himself.

“You would be Peg-Margret of Strange Cybernetics?” He asked with a slight bow.

Algernon noticed the red ring on his right hand straight away.  A look at the gentleman’s surface thought confirmed who he was.

“Ah, you’d be the security chief, Mu-Duggan?” He asked, informing the other of his discovery at the same time.

“I am,” Mu-Duggan looked surprised.

“We like to know who we’re dealing with,” Peggy added.

“Of course,” Mu-Duggan recovered and now turned to Bruce,” Your security can remain here, I can assure you, your safe with us.”

Tobias took this as his prompt to intervene,” Bar-Karow is Security for the whole of Strange Cybernetics.  He has input into the final form that Peg-Margret and Alga-Nune select and as such is vital to this process.”

Mu-Duggan looked uncomfortable with the idea of another security specialist in his space, especially an armed one. But, eventually, he led the way through a set of double doors into a meeting room with a gesture.  

Designed to impress, this room was dominated by a massive board table with an inbuilt holographic display.  Already waiting for the group were two individuals wearing white and green rings. Mu-Duggan introduced them as Teb-Shara, the white ring bearer of sales and Cara-Tem, a surgeon and green ring wearer.  

Introductions made, Mu-Duggan left them to it, much to Bruce’s disappointment.  Peggy now started up her part in the plan, distraction, and presented her list of demands to the representatives of Whole Body Grafts.  

Instantly Algernon and Bruce started prowling the room looking for security, access points to the computer network and panic buttons.  Bruce was frustrated that Mu-Duggan had left the room. He had planned to lock the door silently against them and then strike, taking down the three Whole Body graft staff members and stealing their rings. With Mu-Duggan gone, that left only a white and green ring, not high enough level to get through to floor 199 and Nakarand.

“I build intricate machines,” Peggy said, projecting several crazy and complicated machines with her hologram, “In a new body, I was looking for double-jointed long thin fingers.  Vision able to be magnified would be highly useful for the same reason.  Radiation and impact resistance almost essential….”

The surgeon was in a fever trying to add all of Peggy’s demands to the holographic model.  In the meantime, Tobias drew the sales representative, Teb-Shara, aside getting the camera between him and whatever Bruce and Algernon were up to.

“Is the camera really necessary?” Asked Teb-Shara as it fixed at a point beside Tobias’ head, a staring black eye into nothing.

“We’re a small company, but we’re influential.  We have quite the Allsong following, and I would think that Whole Body Grafts would appreciate that kind of exposure,” Tobias suggested and weaved into his words the thought that it was vital to the company’s welfare to get this group up to see the chief’s of Research and Development.

Peggy was doing the same with the surgeon. Her intelligence and knowledge allowed her to follow along, even provide positive suggestions on how the cloning and surgeries could be achieved. 

“Ah, I know our R&D are working on such ideas…” Said the surgeon as he started to flounder in the theoretical propositions she was putting forward.

“Exactly my thoughts too,” Said Teb-Shara excitedly, Tobias smiling proudly behind him, “It’s essential they talk to R&D.”

“Well, we pride ourselves for being on the bleeding cutting-edge of technology,” Algernon added. Tobias nodded quietly behind him in admiration. The kid was learning.

Cara-Tem, the surgeon, looked from his associate to the collected executives of Strange Cybernetics, unsure of what he should do next. He was focused on helping Peggy, but there must be some company security protocol they were stepping over that Mu-Duggan would have disliked. Tobias reached out a hand with a casual gesture and touched Peggy, sending a jolt of The Strange.  If she was their focus, she was the one that would have to tip the balance.

“Is there anything else you can show us?” Peggy added, showing the first note of boredom.  It was a subtle communication quite unlike Peggy’s usual blunt commands.  It suggested that Whole Body Grafts may not be the partners Strange Cybernetics were looking for.

It did the trick.  Cara-Tem stood and gestured for the group to follow him. As one, they walked out of the meeting room, through to the back of the showroom to the elevators.  Mu-Duggan was patrolling the showroom as the group moved past.  A silent look from Mu-Duggan, a question as to what was going on.  Cara-Tem nodded that he was fine, and the group filed onto the lift.  

Floor 195 and the Research and Development labs.  When they’d first made their plans, the group had never dreamed that they would be invited up so high in the building.  Giddy with their achievement so far, they quietly followed Cara-Tem through a security checkpoint, past a group of patrolling venom troopers, down a hall marked with warning signs for Biohazards, Radioactivity, and Poisons before entering another meeting room.

This room was more every day, a place that regularly saw all night planning and development sessions.  In the centre of the table was a holographic projector, but also a set of cups, spoons, jugs of hot liquid, and snacks of various types.  At the table surrounded by tablets, another man waited, looking curiously up at Cara-Tem.

“Iphur-Kishi, may I introduce to you the executives of Strange Cybernetics.  Iphur-Kishi is our Chief of Cybernetic Enhancements.  He’s currently working on something very similar to what you’re asking for.”  The whole group nodded to Iphur-Kishi, and one by one, noted the red ring on his right hand.  

“Cybernetics, oh no, if I wanted to be cybernetic, I would have made it myself.  No, no, no,” Peggy crystal box zoomed up into Cara-Tem’s face.  Bruce used the moment’s distraction to jam the door shut with spoons off the table.

“Yes, a cyberneticist seems out of date,” Tobias added as Algernon noted the one camera in the room, “What about your brilliant chemist, Dram-Shara?”

Iphur-Kishi now looked uncomfortable, “I’m afraid Dram-Shara is not available. She’s on leave.”

“No, not cybernetics as such,” Cara-Tem agreed nervously, getting back to his reasons for being there, “Subdermal plating. Iphur-Kishi, if you could show Peg-Margret what you’ve been working on?” 

Iphur-Kishi did just that as Cara-Tem and the sale executive, Teb-Shara, gathered around.  Peggy and Tobias planted themselves as distractions for Algernon and Bruce as they went about securing the room.  

Algernon eyed the snacks on the table.  Selecting one of the stickier ones, he used his telepathy to lift the snack up towards the camera, pressing it into the lens where it stuck firmly.  Bruce followed electrical lines to panic buttons and silently cut them.  Even Uen-Taru, who had said and done nothing so far, fished from her jacket a cypher and twirled it casually around her finger. 

The three executives were oblivious.  Peggy pummelled them with scientific questions, theories and ideas, drawing out more and more of their very latest prototype research. This was her field, and Iphur-Kishi was engrossed in the concepts Peggy was putting forward while having to defend the resilience and durability of his cybernetics.

Now the security was disabled, Algernon watched Iphur-Kishi to determine the best way to take out the executive.  He had the sleep-inducing cypher and, after a moment’s careful study, decided it would work well against him. He carefully palmed the syringe to Bruce and nodded at Iphur-Kishi.  On his next lap of the space, Bruce leant forward and injected the cypher into Cybernetics chief.

“As you can see, our subdermal implants are invisible until required, de…deploying…instant…” Iphur-Kishi stuttered, slowed and eventually face-planted onto the tabletop. Bruce’s movements had been so smooth and quick, Cara-Tem and Teb-Shara didn’t suspect a thing.

“Oh, um…must be working too hard,” Teb-Shara said, moving towards the door, “I’ll just go find some…”

“I suggest you not bother.  Sit down.  Relax,” Tobias said from beside Iphur-Kishi, where he’d only just pocketed the red ring. The Strange weaved through his words and  Teb-Shara swayed where he stood.  

“You have it covered,” Teb-Shara agreed amicably as he slumped into a chair by the door.

Noticing his companions unusual change of mind, Cara-Tem backed up now alert, “Hey, what’s going on here,” He backed up right into Bruce, who brought his crowbar down on the surgeons head with a crack.  Cara-Tem slumped unconsciously to the floor.

“What did you do that for?” Teb-Shara asked groggily.  

“A small misunderstanding,” Uen-Taru stepped up and clicked a button on her cypher.  Instantly Teb-Sharu was fixated with the device.  His eyes cross, and eventually, with a flutter of eyelids, he too fell unconscious.

“Nice!” Tobias celebrated, snatching up the other two rings and distributing them amongst the group.  To Algernon, he gave the red, to Bruce the green, and he kept the white.  At the same time, Bruce was propping the executives up in chairs and binding them into the place with gaffer tape.  Algernon arranged the chairs, so they looked away from the camera, their faces and hands obscured. 

“Straight to Nakarand?” Peggy asked as Algernon replaced the sticky snack in front of the camera lens with a piece of paper held only by telekinetics.

“Yes,” Both Bruce and Tobias said in unison.

“But is it safe?” Algernon asked.

 Bruce unjammed and latched the door to lock as they left, a grim expression on his face, “Not from us!”

The door shut, and the room was silent except for the falling paper revealing the room once more and the three executives deep in conversation.

Heading back the way they’d come was pretty easy.  They met no one who questioned them about being unchaperoned until they reached the checkpoint.  Here Tobias stopped the group and went ahead.

“You know it’s just occurred to me that I’ve not once got to know the everyday worker of this wonderful establishment.” He said, walking up the security desk and turning his camera on the guard, “You sir, I was wondering if you’d leaned me a moment of your precious time. I promise I won’t keep you long.”

“Are we on camera? Is this going on the Allsong?” The guard looked up excitedly, straightening out the wrinkles in his uniform.

“If that’s okay…”  Tobias smiled and gestured for the others to casually walked past and call for a lift.  He kept the guard busy chatting until the lift arrived and the group piled on.  A wave from the lift and his concluded the interview.

“I appreciate you talking to me today.  Keep an eye out on the Allsong.  We upload new content every week.”

Floor 199, the first of the four mysterious unlisted floors and the one they expected to find Nakarand.  The lift doors opened onto an ordinary-looking foyer, though the air did hold a strong briny smell of the sea.  At a desk, three workers in disposable coveralls stood watching as the group left the lift. At one end of the foyer, double doors, at the other a single door.  Bruce started for the double doors as Peggy went to intercept the workers.

“I’m sorry, are you suppose to be up here?”

“We’re here to see Dram-Shara. I understand she can be found on this level. We’ve been given access by Iphur -Kishi.”

Through the double doors, vat after glass vat was bubbling with pink fluid.  A man checking read-outs on the vats stood to look at Bruce, his red ring visible.

“Bel-Tamar?” Bruce guessed and stepped forward as if he belonged.

“And you are?” Bel-Tamar replied before Bruce’s crowbar slammed down on his skull, and he collapsed into a heap knocked out cold.

Outside, the maintenance group were getting interested in what Bruce was doing.

“Look, our boss is with your boss. We’ll go join him.” Tobias said, leading Peggy back to see what Bruce had found.  They walked in to hear Algernon ask, “ Has anyone yoinked his ring yet?”

“I assume that privilege is all yours,” Tobias replied as Peggy examined the vats.  

“Cloning tanks,” She said, said finding a tablet that Bel-Tamar had dropped“ Six Venom troopers and six Venom workers.  With this setup, they could churn them out.” 

While Tobias and Bruce gaffer taped Bel-Tamar and hid him in a corner, Algernon hacked the tablet, and  Peggy started fiddling with the vats.  Not so much that they’d notice a problem, but enough that this group would be useless to Nakarand. The tablet was a font of information, including invoices for vats, modification to venom workers and production logs that stated, “All mature product was sent into Nakaranad.”

“So, Nakarand is a place now?” Bruce asked as Algernon accessed ring management on the tablet.  Dram-Shara was still marked as being on 199, her life signs faint.

“Dram-Shara is here and not really here,” Algernon noted.  It was then he saw Iphur-Kishi, Cara-Tem, and Teb-Shara, also listed as on floor 199, “I better hide our rings or Mu-Duggan…”

Mu-Duggan’s marker was outside a meeting room on floor 195.

“We might have a problem…” Was all Algernon was able to say before alarms started ringing, “Mu-Duggan found the others. We’ve been sprung.”

“Well, then let’s go!” Tobias exclaimed, ready to run out the double doors.

“Rain, the purpose of alarms is to make the guilty panic,” Algernon said, turning back to the notes on venom worker production.

Tobias stopped in his tracks and thought, “That was very insightful, thank you.” 

“For several years, they’ve been making venom workers for Nakarand, though only in the last six months has production increased.” Algernon thought of the photographs of the Dustman he had from  London 1896 and Crow Hollow.  He wondered if the Dustman was one of these modified venom workers.

With the tablet, they returned to the foyer. Taking precautions, Peggy flipped her hologram to that of Bel-Tamar. Now that the alarms were going, the maintenance crew would not be put off with mere words.

“Excuse me…”

“You will stand down!” Peggy roared before the staff member could finish their sentence.  They backed up behind their desk, completely submissive to the one they saw as the superior being.

“Yes, sir,”

The group crossed the foyer to the small second door and found what they were looking for. This room was sparse and huge.  Whole floors had been stripped away to accommodate the creature that it held.  Taking up most of the room, a giant flabby worm-like creature pulsed, its skin moist even in the dry environment of the tower.  At one end, a ramp let straight into a chomping mouth lined with tiny rasping teeth.

Peggy swept the room looking for an access panel or interface of some sort and found nothing. Algernon started pulling out his weaponry, including a nasty disrupting grenade cypher he’d save for just this moment.  Bruce trained the Level ten Stranger-killer gun they’d received from Rimush, the golem on the hide of the worm.  He put on the glasses they’d picked up in the mall and received the following information:

Name: Nakarand

Species: Nakarand

Origin: Chaosphere

Strengths:  Tough skin, superior armour, regenerative healing properties

“It’s Nakarand all right,” Bruce informed the others as he spotted Tobias walk directly down the ramp and into the creature’s mouth, “Rain!”

“Rain, don’t go in there.”Algernon pocketed the grenade and ran.

“What!  You idiot, Rain! “ Peggy growled deep in her crystalline structure and also floated after.

Inside the worm, it was much larger than outside.  A massive tube made of the same thick brown skin reminded Peggy of the images she’d had from the Spiraleyed in Nederland.  A warm moist place, smooth and slick, and it made her crystalline box shudder as it had then.  A sourceless blue light lit everything in the same dull glow.  Bubbles of white fluid floated through the space.  When Algernon went to interact with one, it burst and splattered his hand with pale blue droplets.  He could feel the fluid burn his skin, and when he went to brush it off, he found it had turned into blue-tinted dust.  Spiral dust.  

There was no gravity, and Tobias found that with a thought, he moved through the space. He quickly shot ahead of the others, all his thoughts fixed on what was ahead when he realised he was no longer moving.  Turning back, he could see Algernon reaching out, using his telekinetics to pull him back.

“Let me go, Algernon.” Tobias said, flipping through the air to face his friend, “ You and Bruce try to kill this thing out there. I have to be in here. I have to follow this and find out where it leads.”

46. Know the enemy

Moving in on the Spiral Dust supplier, The Dustman, the group are back in Ruk.  Knowing that information is power, the group have started finding out what they can about Ur-Dust and his company, Whole Body Grafts.

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They quickly collected the names of the six heads of departments and likely red ring wearers.

Security Chief –

Mu-Duggan

R&D Chiefs –

Pra-Qatum

Ipqu-Adad

Iphur-Kishi

Dram-Shara

Bel-Tamar

“So, what first?”  

“What are their specialities?”Algernon asked as the group lazily walked around town as to not draw attention to themselves. 

“Can’t we just go?” Bruce was walking around like a soldier waiting for the whistle to go ‘over the top’.  He took out his crowbar, smacked it nervously into the palm of his hand before putting it away again, aware of the stares.

“Why are you in such a rush?” Tobias asked, dropping out of his search of the Allsong to confront Bruce, “You’re usually the by-the-book sort.”

“We know who we’re here to see and where they are, let’s go!” The crowbar appeared again.

“We have this one chance,” Tobias put a hand on the crowbar, and it was quickly put away again, “If we screw this up, he’s gone, and we won’t know where. We’ll be worse than back to scratch because now he’ll know we’re onto him.”

With bad grace, Bruce did control himself and allow Algernon and Tobias to search for information.  Whole Body Grafts was a wholly-owned company of the Zal group and not just an associated company.  Though there was nothing on Ur-Dust, there was a  lot to be found on each of the heads. 

All five had worked for Zal corporations their entire working careers, moving up from one position to another through the group.  Iphur-Kishi was head of Robotics and Cybernetics, Dram-Shara’s speciality was biochemistry.  Surgical technologies was Ipqu-Adad forte, and Pra-Qatum was in charge of Biotechnology and Genetic Engineering.  The one they couldn’t find listed anywhere was Bel-Tamar. 

“What if I search for research papers, public articles Bel-Tamar may have written?” Thought  Algernon.

“Yes, no one is taken seriously without a few published papers,” Peggy agreed from her own hard experience, “And just because his current speciality is secret doesn’t mean it always was.”

As he had been doing, Tobias charged Algernon with The Strange and sent him into the Allsong. Again, his search came back successful.

“Here’s one, ‘Improving the cloning process for venom troopers…’ and another on cloning vats.”
“Why would they want another specialist on cloning? They have Pra-Qatum,” Tobias asked, more to himself.

“Maybe we should ask, why does a nice civilian company want a specialist in making venom troopers?” Bruce replied.

“Maybe this will answer your questions,” Algernon  interrupted, “Bel-Tamar is also into exotic biological materials.”
“Spiral dust would qualify,” Peggy said.

Tobias was more interested in thechiefs as people.  Socially, all the heads of the R&D Departments were well off, living within gated communities around Harmonious (addresses found and noted) and seemingly without vice or fault.  Iphur-Kishi was well known for collecting unusually formed pieces from the Scar, an innocent but interesting fact.  Then Algernon discovered a query about the welfare of Dram-Shara dated a few days ago.

“Here’s a lead. We can say we’re investigators looking into Dram-Shara’s disappearance. “ Tobias offered as a possible step forward. 

“Hold on,” Algernon stopped the group and focused his search on one question for the Allsong. 

Is Dram-Shara still alive? 

Yes,  Came an emphatic reply.

Is Dram-Shara on Ruk?  

Somewhat. He shared his discovery with the others.

“Could she be tripping on Spiral Dust or Bywandine?” Bruce asked, “You know, physically here but off on The Strange?”

“I can answer that one,” Peggy said with confidence and closed her eyes to help link her to The Strange.
What is the current state of Dram-Shara? 

Trapped, Her voice replied from The Strange.

“I think that confirms it. Let’s try Dram-Shara’s home first,” Tobias nodded, bringing up the listed address for Dram-Shara.

The Research and Development Chief of Biochemistry for Whole Body Grafts lived in an apartment building with external passcode security and a staffed concierge on the ground floor foyer.  It was modern, sleek and Algernon had no problem remotely accessing the gate security.

“What if she’s home? You know, out on The Strange.”
“Then we’ll see if we can convince her to help us,” Tobias said with absolute confidence.

“Before or after we break into her home?” Bruce asked, unconvinced.

“Or we can just kill her,” Algernon mused.

“What?!” Both Bruce and Tobias turned on their young companion.

“Did I say that out loud?” 

“Unless I’ve learnt to mind-read,” Tobias cajoled his friend, “Open the gate and follow my lead.”

The gate opened, and Tobias led the way through the foyer to the lifts.

“Um…excuse me, are you here to see someone?” Asked the concierge politely, stepping out from behind their counter.

“Yes, thanks!” Tobias smiled, waved and stepped into the waiting lift.  

Several hundred floors above Harmonious’ streets, the lift deposited the group in a carpeted foyer facing one of several doors.  Algernon once more had no problem remotely breaking into the smart home system of the apartment, and the door opened.  As he added their images to the smart home system access whitelist, the others spread out through the small apartment, looking for clues.   Two bedrooms (one a study),an ensuite , a lounge, and a small kitchen later, they realised that it was empty.  The bed had been neatly made, and no personal items lay on bedside tables.

“You know, if something permanent has happened to Dram-Shara, we’d have a nice new base here,” Algernon commented, locking the front door behind him.

“You’re not to make something more permanent happen for a nice new base,” Bruce commented before following Peggy into the study.

Thinking as a mad (and paranoid) scientist she was, Peggy, the floating metal box, looked for panic rooms or hidden spaces where secrets would be safe. Behind the computer table, behind a wall panel made to open on a push in the right corner, Peggy found a tablet computer.  

“Well, look at this…” She said as her tiny metal claws extracted the tablet from its hiding place.  

ZAPP! And the high pitch squeal of an android followed Peggy across the room, clattering to the floor unconscious.

“Are you okay?” Bruce said, scrambling over to her unresponsive form.

“She just got a zap. We’ve seen this before,” Tobias picked up the box that held Peggy’s consciousness.

Algernon had other ideas, “Is she lying around again.  Maybe she’s dead.  Oh well, nothing for it then,” Opening a disposal chute, he grabbed hold of the box.

“Let go, you homicidal maniac,” Tobias fought back, and Peggy became the centre of a tug of war.

ZAAAP!  She awoke, blasting them both with the static, “No touching!” The boys tussle broke apart with matching yelps and peggy floated free.

“Ur…does this thing still work?” Bruce picked up the tablet, its case scorched by the trap on the hidden compartment.

Once feeling had returned to his hands, Algernon took the tablet, “No, its power supply fried. I think the memory was safe, but we can’t get access to it without parts.”

“No problem,” Once more, the tiny metallic claws picked up the tablet, this time drawing it into Peggy’s metal box body.

Bruce wandered away to the kitchen and living areas of the apartment.  Several takeaway containers were in the disposal unit showing several days of deliveries.  A check of the smart system confirmed a food delivery the night before the last recording.  The living area was sparse, with nothing in it to personalise the space.  There were no images of family or loved ones, no art and no books.  It was as if Dram-Shara never existed.

At the workstation in the study, Algernon found a link to the Whole Body Graft network and hacked in.  Dram-Shara’s speciality was Biochemistry, a topic that Algernon was very familiar. He was soon explained articles on slow-release caffeine systems to Bruce and Tobias as Peggy took screenshots.

“I wonder…” Peggy hovered over to the Smart Home interface and brought up images of Dram-Shara from the security feed. Then, making a composite 3D image, Peggy projected a hologram of the missing scientist.

“This could be useful. I can impersonate Dram-Shara at Whole Body Grafts,”

Tobias looked at the hologram, he had to admit the image was convincing, but there was more to impersonation than looking like someone.

“You know almost nothing about her. How does she speak? How does she treat her inferiors and superiors? Who is she friendly with, and who does she avoid?”

“Okay, say I’m an emergency system that went live after Dram-Shara failed to log in ,” Peggy replied, not willing to give up her new persona, “It would explain any gaps in memory or lack of social knowledge.”

“Okay,” He replied unconvinced, “From what you’ve seen, what sort of person is she?”

Peggy scanned through her memory banks for the security images of Dram-Shara. Unfortunately, watching and paying attention to people was not Peggy’s strong point, so she took a moment to think about what she saw before answering.

“Quiet.  Meticulous.  A little touchy, she likes things her way.”

“Okay, so maybe you could impersonate Dram-Shara if you practise moderating yourself,” Tobias said dryly.  Peggy was many things, but aware of her behaviour and how it affected others was not one of her skills.  He was about to say as much so when Algernon caught both their attention.

“I’ve found the security for Whole Body Grafts, including the ring system,” 

The group huddled around as Algernon requested the whereabouts of Dram-Shara.  A map of the Whole Body graft tower appeared on the screen.  On floor 199, a faint red glowing point appeared.  Beside it, Algernon brought up an image of the tower from the Allsong that included the floorplan for the different departments.  Floor 199 was one of four floors unmarked.

“How about Mu-Duggan and the other chiefs,” Tobias asked, and one by one, Algernon requested their locations.  Mu-Duggan was on floor 191, one of two floors marked as Sales.  Iphur-Kishi, Ipqu-Adad and Pra-Qatum were all noted as being on the Research and Development floors between 195 and 196.  Bel-Tamar, the venom trooper, exotic biological materials enthusiast, was also on floor 199.  All the other markers were bright and clearly defined in comparison to Dram-Shara’s weak signal. 

It was time to go.  Algernon powered down the workstation, and the group left the apartment almost as they’d found it.  As they once more walked through the foyer towards the door.  The concierge, as sharp as ever, came out to intercept the group.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” 

“Yes, thank you.  Have a good day,” Tobias maneuvered around and out the doors, politely disregarding the concierge.  The rest followed suit, and soon they were lost among the crowds out on the streets of Harmonious once more.

Parts for the tablet were not hard to come by for Algernon, the native and Peggy quickly found a quiet spot to repair the tablet.  The screen lit up and requested a passcode. Peggy handed the tablet back to Algernon. He bypassed the small computer’s security with a few deft movements and opened the first of many entries.

Reading over his shoulders, the group saw the tablet was a personal diary.  Dram-Shara outlined what she knew about the activity surrounding what she called the Nakarand Project conducted in the four unmarked floors of Whole Body Grafts.

“Nakarand…that sounds familiar,” Peggy mused, and Tobias rolled his eyes.

“Oh, Peggy.” And pulled out his current mind map of Nakarand, The Dustman and the movement of Spiral dust.

“…being of immense size and unexplained powers…?” Bruce read out loud.

“…provide venom troopers to Ur-Dust in exchange for tissue samples…”  Algernon pointed out, “Explains Bel-Tamar.”
“…already a source of inspiration for several inventions…” Peggy added as her mind wandered to what those inventions may be.

“She seems to be getting more curious about Nakarand; I wonder if that’s why she’s trapped on floor 199?” Tobias added, reflecting on the scientific mind of Dram-Shara drawn into the puzzle of Nakarand.

Sure enough, after a short entry about investigating further, the entries end.

They had found what they were looking for.  Now it was time to act.

Together the group built an illusion of a company on the Allsong called Strange Cybernetics.  Essentially, a start-up specialising in computers, engineering and fabrication, they were cutting edge and eager to make their presence felt.  Algernon set up the background of a company, legal status and web presence. Tobias filled in the details of the company, staff and affiliations. Peggy and Algernon were the CEO brother and sister duo, Alga-Nune and Peg – Margret.  Tobias added himself as Public Relations and Social Media Manager, Tabish-Va.  Bruce was Security, Bar-Karow. 

The website was taking shape.  Each of the senior staff had their own page with ficticious background information. In addition, a short article regarding an industrial accident was spread through news sites.  The co-owner of Strange Cybernetics had died in an unfortunate industrial accident, but that her mind and memories were currently loaded to a crystalline drone.

“Just the price that sometimes needs to be paid to be on the bleeding edge of future technologies.” The article quoted Alga-Nune after confirming that his sister was back at work.

 Even metadata was manipulated to show the site and articles had been up for months instead of just a few hours. Contact details led directly to a link that Tobias managed.  Using it, he booked a meeting with Whole Body Grafts for the following day. As Algernon was skimming through the site checking for errors, he noticed another name had been added to the staff list.

“Ven-Taru, Tech Support?  I didn’t add that.  Ven-Taru is familiar, though,” Algenon pointed out the name, and Bruce started remembering with clarity the last time they’d heard of her.

“That’s the woman!  The amazing fighter that came to Ni-Challan’s rescue.”

“Interesting,” Tobias said and was already drafting an email to Ven-Taru using the email listed.  

To be continued….

45. Unlikely friends

Caught and pulled in by both the Moriarty gang and Drood Clan, Algernon and Tobias have both made deals with the devils.  Now, rejoining after exploring the Drood mansion, the group decide their next move.

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“I was hopeless in there.  Maybe they should have shot me and put me out of my misery…” Grumbled Tobias as Algernon and Bruce found Peggy and himself in the market,” Algernon, you were marvellous against Moriarty’s men,  That attempt at pick-pocketing showed your legitimacy.  What did I do?  I have Lightfeather’s knives on my person. Did I give him one?  Use it to show my legitimacy?  No…”

“So…what happened?” Bruce asked, and between Peggy’s matter of fact report and Tobias’ self-recriminations, Algernon and Bruce learnt about Terilis Lightfeather, and the deal struck.

“Sounds like you were picked up to be interrogated, and you found a way of walking out having made a deal,” Bruce said as Tobias shivered his feathers uncomfortably, “I think you did great.”
“Yeah, well, it didn’t feel great,” Tobias slouched, and Bruce realised it wasn’t so much the deal-making as the situation he’d been in that upset the little man so much.  

Tobias shivered again and looked to the others for the first time, “So, what next? Algernon, are you going to go back to Rodney Dodd and his crew?”

“Ah yeah, I found some things in the house, so I might as well keep up the act.”

“You can mention that Terilis is keen to get Elvin back if that helps. Oh, and Caw Ek Carve, or at least the top twelve percent of him.”

“Won’t that mess up your plan with the Drood clan?”

Tobias shook his head emphatically, “I don’t intend to help them get back Elvin Lightfeather, I don’t intend to do anything for them,” He said with real loathing, a look of disgust somehow expressing itself on a beaked face, ”No, if it feels right, you use it.”

‘Okay…”

“Oh, and your dynamite.  I may have panicked and made the guy throw it out of the tree,” He now confessed, “We could go and look for that too.”

“No, we don’t need to,” Bruce commented, but Tobias and Algernon had already leapt out of the tree and were already gliding down.

It was a long way to the roots of the tree.  Even then, the ground was thick with massive dead leaves the size of bed quilts, making the ground spongy and soft.  If the dynamite had fallen this far, it had a good chance of surviving the impact intact.  Algernon Hovered above the roots keeping a lookout.  Peggy and Bruce finally joined Tobias walking amongst the leaves in the dappled shadows of the tree.  From above, Algernon was first to spot the leaves moving towards the group.  Tobias heard the sound of dead leaves crunching and rustling in Bruce’s direction.

“Heads up!” He called, as a giant raccoon the size of a horse leapt out of the leaf litter.  It caught Bruce by surprise, plunging four canines into his shoulder.

Reflexly, Tobias sent Avel out screaming at the creature.  Petrified, the raccoon went to run, but now it was Bruce’s turn.  Breaking free, he rolled away, withdrawing his crowbar in one smooth movement.  Standing now, he stepped forward, the forward movement only adding to the power of his swing.  The crowbar crashed down on the raccoon’s head.  The soft ground around muffled the cracking of bone and the thud as the creature returned to the leaf litter dead.  

Tobias turned his head away from the final blow and spotted the dynamite sitting on a large leaf not far away.

“That reminds me, I guess it was you two with the gun in the Drood mansion.  What happened there?” He asked, passing the dynamite to a landing Algernon.

“If you don’t want to see what happened to the raccoon, you don’t want to know about the thug,” Bruce said coolly, checking his shoulder.  Tobias didn’t ask again.

It was a long climb back up the tree to the pub specified by Rodney “Firetop” Dodd.  One by one, the group walked into the bar, taking up positions at random tables.  Tobias sat nursing a glass as he watched Algernon through the phylactery, Peggy sat at the bar and Bruce around the corner from the red-feathered Dodd and his group.  Algernon walked up to the barman, “Excuse me. I was told to ask for a Clovis Miller. Is he in?” 

“I don’t know anyone called Clovis Miller.  Hold on.”

The barman called for help at the bar and then went around the tables.  An unknown Cro, followed by the one with bright red plumage on the top of his head, left a table and ushered Algernon forward.

“Didn’t think you were supposed to come back without something,” Rodney Dodd said, looking down on the smaller Algernon.

“That’s right, I haven’t,” Algernon replied and pulled out the piece of Spiral Dust rock and a bunch of Bywindine leaves, “These looked like they were being protected. I thought they could be something interesting.  Was that the sort of thing you were after?  I didn’t have much guidance on what to find,” Algernon commented, but the derogatory remark was lost on Dodd as soon as he saw the Spiral Dust.

“It is, it is.  You are indeed full of surprises,”

“Is it worth the agreed ten crow coins?” Algernon held out his hand.  Grudgingly Dodd pulled out six crow coins then nudged his companion, Clovis, for the other four.  Clovis Miller sighed and held his hand above Algernon’s. Out of seeming nowhere four crow coins fell between them.  

“Come and have a drink and tell us your tale,” Dodd ushered Algernon across to their table where Clovis, Toby “Mutton Chops” Waltham and another Cro that reminded Algernon of the sniper from Dreamland all sat.  

“I found a back door, waited when they weren’t looking and walked in,” Algernon shared his vague tale as a cranberry juice was brought for him, “I walked around a while, found a room with the herbs and rocks and left.”

“You just walked in….” Dodd asked, sceptically.

“I have an honest face,” Algernon replied, and from somewhere behind the group, Bruce stifled a laugh.  Dodd didn’t question further.

Algernon gave them a layout of the house on a napkin and talked knowingly of the staff and security.

“What of the people?  Whose in charge up there?” Dodd asked, now fascinated by this young boy.

“There’s a very angry Cro, Terilis.  He’s missing his brother.”

“Oh? Who’s that then?”

“Elvin, Elvin Lightfeather,” Algernon replied as if it were common knowledge.  He saw a light of understanding move between the Cro at the table, “I didn’t go near him. He’s very aggressive.”

“Quite right, anyone else?”

“Salvin is Terilis’ second and deals with security down the markets.”

Algernon stood up to leave.

“Hey, kid.  If we want more work done, where can we reach you?” Rodney Dodd also stood. 

“You can leave a message for Cheezels here,” Algernon gestured to the barman back behind the bar.  He then gave them a second glance, “You guys do work for the Dona, don’t you?”

Dodd and Clovis looked at each other, “Yeah, of course, we work for Dona Ilsa.”

He went to go again when Dodd showed his hand, “This blue stuff,” He picked up the lump of blue-grey rock, “Do you know where they get it from?”

Algernon shrugged nonchalantly, glancing over his shoulder, “I could find out that.”

“There’s fifteen crow coin in it for you,” 

“I think more now,” Having proved his abilities, Algernon waited for Dodd to agree.

Rodney Dodd raked his fingers through the red feathers on his head, making them stand up on end, “Okay, we could go to twenty,”

“Half up front?” Algernon now returned to the table to the grumbling Dodd.

“Half up front, Clovis,” The boss gestured to his underling, who was already looking woozy.  Though his eyes may have pleaded for a break, Clovis Miller silently stretched out his hand.  Ten coins appeared and fell onto Algernon’s receiving palm. Across the bar, Tobias smirked into this glass, proud of how well the kids had hooked these crooks.

“I need to lie down now, boss,” Said Clovis once the transaction was completed.  Dodd gave him his leave, and he headed up a set of wooden stairs, leaning heavily on furniture and walls as he went.

“Maybe you should buy a drink,” Algernon quipped at the fleeing back of Clovis. “Pleasure doing business.”

Stashing his twenty crow coins away in a pocket of his backpack, Algernon left.   Tobias and Peggy left soon after, but Bruce stayed, overhearing the gang’s conversations.  Dodd and the remainder of his gang continued drinking. As he listened, he matched each Cro at the table to one of the Moriarty gang.  Toby Walsham was there, as was Ignatius Jessen, the sniper they’d caught in the Celephais docks.  They said nothing of consequence, but it was clear the group had no idea who Algernon was and thought him some enterprising street kid.  His group safe for now, Bruce left the thugs to their drinking.

“If we’re leaving, I better get my phylactery back,” Bruce heard Tobias say to Algernon, “ I don’t want to translate back without my soul.”  Algernon reached into his pocket to retrieve the puzzlebox when Tobias was bumped into from behind by a large round Cro.

“I do beg your pardon,” Tobias said, quietly checking his pockets for any lost items.  He had very few to lose and found them all present and accounted for as he turned to face the clumsy Cro.

“Do mind where you’re….Rain?  My dear chap, is that you?” The Cro’s consternation quickly turned to surprise and even relief as he looked down on the small, neatly dressed Cro he’d stepped into.  

Tobias was bemused to be looking up at the round face of a plain-looking Cro with a huge neatly combed walrus moustache going over the beak.

“Maximilian?”

“Rain!  My dear chap!  What a splendid coincidence! What brings you here?”

Tobias wasn’t so sure it was a coincidence but was willing to play along with the old rogue from the Implausible Geographic Society.  

“The same old business, and yourself?”

Behind Maximillian and out of his line of sight, Peggy was lifting her hands to zap the one she blamed for stealing away Noel and ruining her life.  Bruce quickly interceded and stayed the plasma blast for the moment.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, Mr Von Candlestick, “Algernon interjected, putting out a hand to shake Maximilian’s, “How are things with the Society?”  Enamoured with the old world charm of the Implausible Society, Algernon continued to try getting on the good side of Maximillian in the hope of being accepted into their ranks.

“My boy!  The Society does well, thank you for asking,” Maximilian shook Algernon’s hand jovially, seeming pleased to find allies in Crow Hollow.  Tobias’ suspicions grew.

“Why are you here, Maximilian?” He asked again, drawing the Society Agent’s attention.

“Ah well, I’m working.  I tracked several of Moriarty’s gang to Crow’s Hollow, but I’ve lost them in this crowd.” Maximilian looked around him and the thick crowds of all black bird people, “See, I’ve come alone. I wish I’d brought some bruts with me.” 

Regardless of his initial intentions, to Tobias, it looks as though Maximillian was in over his head. Though sociable, he was not the brains of his team and looked a little lost.

“Alone?  Where’s Noel,” Tobias looked around, expecting to find a tall, lanky Cro not far away, Noel Hargen.

The stout Cro sighed, “He took a leave of absence.  It seems someone got into his head, made him think about his life choices.”  Tobias smiled to himself.  He didn’t need to be linked to Peggy to hear her mumbled,
“About bloody time!”

“I say, you couldn’t help a chap out for old time sake,” Said Maximilian confirming suspicions.

“I certainly can. We’ve just left Rodney Dodd and his group of bully boys at the pub…spending their own resources, if you know what I mean.” Said Tobias, pulling Maximillian out of the flow of the crowd to a quiet spot by market stalls.  Maximilian said nothing, but it was clear from his blank expression that he had no idea what Tobias meant, “It would be a good opportunity to nab the four of them while their guards are down.”

“Oh, splendid!” Exclaimed Maximilian, “Are you free?”

“Ah…” Tobias looked to Bruce at that question.  The violence required to tackle Moriarty’s gang was not his strong suit.

“Tempting…” Bruce stepped in, still holding the irascible Peggy to his side, “Moriarty’s gang are distracting our guy, Don Wyclif and his people.  They’re a useful blunt instrument for us.”
At this, Maximilian looked crestfallen.  It seemed the capture of the gang was important.

“But Maximilian, I can share what we know about their business here in Crow Hollow.  That may be useful to Sir Raymond and the Society.” The mention of Maximilian’s superior drew the moustached Cro’s attention.

“Oh, do tell,”

Tobias gave a brief overview to Maximillian of Moriarty’s desire to break into the Spiral Dust market.  Dodd and his men were trying to find a way in with the Drood family and their connections. He also told him about the Drood’s desire to find Lightfeather.

“Moriarty took him at the fight in Celephais, “ Algernon said as he watched the crowd around them, “ Why don’t you organise trade and when they arrive, bump off Lightfeather.  It would create a lot of bad blood and keep both sides busy fighting each other.”

“Oh, could a trade be likely?” Maximilian leapt at the offered suggestion as Algernon spotted a figure not far away a little too still for his liking.

“It’s an option,” Tobias replied, lamenting the fact that Algernon’s solution to any problem person was to murder them. At long a range if possible.  

Algernon scanned the surface thoughts of the large Cro watching.  

A deal for Elvin? Maybe it could be arranged. Terilis is hard to control.

Siddling through the crowd, Algernon got up beside Bruce and quietly mentioned the big Cro listening in. Out loud so Tobias could hear, he said, “Oh look, is that Will over there?”

Picking up on the code phrase, Tobias took Maximilian’s arm and started moving him along as the larger Cro looked around for a friendly face “ Max we need to leave, move in the direction, Algernon indicates. 

“Is that Salvin, do you think?” Bruce asked as Tobias moved Maximillian past.

“It seems so. I’m not waiting around to find out,” Tobias replied, risking a glance at the Cro in question. He didn’t seem to be following, and the group soon left him behind.

As the group walked down the tree in a straggling line, Algernon continued to ingratiate himself with the Society member.

“I love your moustache, Mr Von Candlestick.”

“Why, thank you,”  Maximilian preened. It was his pride and joy.

“And the pith helmet.”
“Well, one must be fashionable,”

Behind them, Peggy seethed, “Are you sure I can’t plasma bolt him?  No one’s going to miss him, surely.”

“I’m sure,” Bruce replied patiently.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” Maximilian asked, still baffled by the group’s actions.

“We were being listened to by one of Don Wyclif’s men,” Algernon was quick to explain, “We’ve left him behind, but he heard the discussion about Lightfeather.  He may try to make his own arrangements.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Hmm…” Tobias thought for a moment.  If they could destroy the Spiral Dust from its source, Moriarty and the Droods can do what they like.  It all hinged on stopping the Dustman. For the first time, they had a real lead, not that he was going to tell Maximillian that, “It all depends on how quickly we can move.  We need someplace safe to talk.  What do you think about Earth?”

“All right,” Maximilian agreed all too readily.  

As soon as they found a clear space to gather, Algernon led the translation back to Earth and Peggy’s lab. Once more, under the fluorescent lighting of Peggy’s bunker lab, the first voice to welcome them back was that of Hertzfeld, Peggy’s supervisor.

“Who the hell is this?” He asked as they translated in with a stranger into the most secure lab in a highly secure complex.

“Doctor Hertzfeld,” Tobias turned at the sound of the superior’s voice, “I’m so pleased we bumped into you.  This is Maximillian von Candlestick of the Implausible Geographic Society,” 

“Oh?” Hertzfeld said and tidied up a stack of papers he had been going through on Peggy’s desk.  Peggy gave him a look of disapproval and paranoia but said nothing. “Why did you bring him here?”

At that moment, Tobias was suddenly distracted as the heavy weight of the amulet was suddenly lifted from his neck.  Clutching his chest, he found the amulet had shrunk to a small flat oval about the size of a hens egg.  He quickly pulled away his tie and shirt and found a silver locket on a delicate chain.  Now oblivious to everything, including the demands of a superior, he opened the locket to see a picture of a smiling young woman, a red scarf wrapped casually around curls of light brown hair.  The similarity with himself was so striking it was clear who she must be.  As a film of tears obscured the image from his sight, Tobias drifted away from the others, nursing the locket like the long lost connection it was.

“Excellent question,” Peggy snapped, looking from Hertzfeld rummaging to Maximillian taking up space in her lab, “Rain?”

“So he wouldn’t die,” Bruce noticed his friends distracted air and interjected.

“Oh, so he’s that Maximillian,” Hertzfeld nodded, “Do you think it appropriate he’s in here?” It was time to leave.

Algernon, always at Maximillian’s side, now turned to him, “Mr Maximillian, do you like bacon?”
“One of the basic food groups I understand,” Max replied, now on firmer ground when it came to bacon.

“Follow me,” Algernon led the way out past Peggy’s traps and to the mess.  

Bruce made to follow and realised that Peggy, looking daggers at Hertzfeld and Tobias, were not following.

“How long are we staying?” He asked the two of them but directed the question to Tobias, lost in his own world.

“Huh?  Oh…” Tobias straightened, wiped his face with a colourful handkerchief and tucked the locket back under his shirt, “Um… Rest up, find out what we can about Whole Body Grafts and then off again, I should think.” 

“And you wanted Peggy to ask something of The Strange?” Bruce prompted, and Tobias leapt at the memory.

“Oh yes, Peggy, I was hoping you would ask if The Dustman and Nakarand are the same?”

Peggy dragged her eyes away from Hertzfeld, who by this time was feeling more than a little intimidated by his protege.

“The Dustman and Nakarand…?  Who was he again?”

“The one in control of the Spiral Eyes, back in Nederland,”

“Right, so you want to know if they are the same being?”

“Yes, it would narrow down our leads if we knew they were related somehow.”

Peggy, her hands laid on her stack of notes, closed her eyes and asked the question of The Strange. Instantly the reply returned like an echo, her voice speaking the answer, “The Dustman is a mere part of Nakarand.”

With the ominous and mysterious pronouncement made, the three friends split up to their own tasks.  Bruce left to find Katherine Manners to check in and give her a rundown on their activities.  Tobias followed the bacon clue to the mess and found Algernon asking questions of Maximilian, filling him with bacon sandwiches and coffee laced with maple syrup.  Peggy stayed in her lab.

“So, how was your trip?” Hertzfeld asked innocently, starting the conversation that was sure to escalate.

“Oh, exhausting.  Unprecedented, do you know there are recursions where you can just think a thing, wave your hand, and that thing happens?”  She brought her gaze around like a searchlight and fixed it on Hertzfeld,

“Why were you in my lab?”

“I am your supervisor. I have that right,”

“The right to die a grizzly death to one of my many traps, you mean,” She said, with all of her significant force of will bearing down on her boss, “You do know the meaning of the term, paranoid, don’t you?”

He sighed.  Brilliance often came at a price, and he’d known Peggy’s price from the very beginning.  She was paranoid, highly suspicious and uncommunicative, but he also knew he would get nowhere without her intuitive spark of genius.

“I was looking for your notes on energy sources. I’ve got an idea of expanding the phasing glove’s properties to encase a vehicle, but I need more power.  I need your help.”

“Hmmm, “ She stared at Hertzfeld, who, not for the first time, was wondering if the help was worth the trouble, “You could have at least said please.”  She opened the drawer of her desk and pulled out a set of long rubber gloves.  She slipped them on up to her elbows and turned to the fish tank, empty of fish.

“Again, your supervisor.”

“Is that an excuse for bad manners?”  From the fish tank, she took out a small Tupperware container.  From the container, she took a key and walked across the lab to a set of metal lockers.  Opening one of the top lockers, she displayed a collection of keys, all different sorts from different locations.  She selected one and once more crossed the lab to a filing cabinet.  

“You’ll want to stand back,” She gestured for Hertzfeld to move as she stood to one side of the cabinet and unlocked the drawer.  A dart shot out a predrilled hole followed by a flash-bang explosion that would have rendered anyone standing in front deaf and blind.  The dart embedded itself into a pockmarked wall showing where it had impacted previously.  

From a repurposed takeaway container, she sorted through a selection of near-identical USB drives and chose one.  She now plugged it into a modified standalone DOS computer and entered a long, complicated password that Hertzfeld had no hope in following.  Text started filling the screen, but it was jibberish, a mess of ASCII coding that meant nothing to everyone except Peggy.  She scrolled through the text as if she could read it, found the specific notes he wanted and typed in another password to decrypt the section.  The text resorted itself. Finally, the jumble became the legible, concise, and precise notes he’d come to rely on with Peggy.

“Thank you,” He said, sitting down at the green-black CRT screen, “You know we need to work on your teamwork.”

“I don’t understand,” Peggy replied with a flick that sent the rubber gloves flying, “My teamwork is great.”

“So, how did you first join the society, Mr Maximillian?” Algernon was making what looked like a second bacon sandwich as Tobias entered the mess.  Algernon spotted him enter and ushered him over to a table where Maximilian was just polishing off the first.

“I was just telling Maximillian that we should take him to go see Keaton and fill him in on all that’s happening,” Algernon was acting as the proactive team member.  He was doing an excellent job at impressing the wrong person.

“Yes, who is this Keaton and is it really necessary?” Maximilian asked Tobias, who was enjoying this little piece of theatre.  He took a moment to think seriously about the subject and then nodded gravely.

“I’m afraid so. Lawrence Keaton, he’s our direct supervisor.  We’ve broken more than a few protocols bringing you here, and he does deserve a debrief on our activities,”  Tobias glanced at Algernon and gave him a wink.  

Keaton was going to hate this.

Keaton hated it.  Surrounded by leaning towers of paperwork that never seemed to impact either Katherine Manners of Hertzfeld, Keaton sat with his head in his hands and asked for the second time.

“Why is he here?” He pointed at Maximillian, his elbows never leaving his worn leather tabletop.

“We helped Max get out of a sticky situation, and now he’s helping us with the London side of our investigation,” Tobias explained simply as she scanned the room for clues to their supervisor’s mental state.  It seemed he wasn’t doing too well.  The drinks cabinet, usually closed and locked on previous visits, was open. A half bottle of bourbon with initialled golf balls sat inside.  

A glance at Algernon confirmed he’d also noted the same thing as him. They shared a look as Maximilian blustered in his chair.

“I’m helping you?  I thought you were helping me?”

“Of course, but we need access to London.”
“Which one?” Maximilian asked, worried they’d want to go to his London.  It was one thing collaborating in an unknown recursion, but London was his patch.  It would be highly irregular for him to let the dreaded Estate have access to his world.

“Moriarity’s London,” Tobias smiled.

“I can help you with that,” Maximilian finally said, seeing sense in letting the Estate make things difficult for Professor Moriarty.

“Thought you could.” Tobias patted his arm and started the debrief with Keaton.

In the end, they gave Maximillian a lot of good information about Don Wyclif, Moriarity and the connection with Elvin Lightfeather through the unstable brother, Terilis.  After they’d said all they could in front of Max, Algernon took him back to the dorm to freshen up and relax before he headed to the library.  That was when Tobias informed Keaton about Dona Ilsa, her stolen eggs and the Dustman connection in Ruk.

Algernon was back at the library once more, but this time he had new information, a company, a name and a face.  The searching did not go well at first.  There was no reference to the name ‘The Dustman’ or Whole Body Grafts.  The first seemed too obscure, the second too small.  He looked at the sketch he made of The Dustman and remembered the facial recognition software they’d used to find Sharon Cooper-Smith.  Using the descriptions of the Dustman’s features and what they knew of Spiral Dust, he started an Image recognition search.  Excluding images of monks, superheroes and other unrelated results, he finally found two likely images amongst surveillance. The first was a few months old, the image of a robed figure talking with Eldin Lightfeather and Don Wyclif in Crow Hollow.  Another was along the same stretch of road they had just travelled in the Ardeyn.  A robed figure on horseback heading towards the Mouth of Swords.  

These two images he fed back into the search making special note of the cloak with the blue dust staining.  This brought up a third image, one where The Dustman was not the image’s subject, just a bystander watching from a distance as Caw Ek Carve received crates in a Steampunk London.  This image was only two weeks old.  Carefully, Algernon timelined the three images fitting them into the facts as the group knew them. With everything the archive had to offer at that time, he headed back to the dorms to share his discovery with the others.

Peggy had not returned to the dorms.  She had not forgotten her thwarted attempts to injure Maximilian. She didn’t feel he understood the gravity of the crimes he had committed, stealing Noel away. That in taking Noel when he did, Maximilian saved Noel’s life didn’t enter into her reckoning.  Maximilian and his Implausible Geographic society were to blame for her untimely fall from grace and ridicule.  With what materials she had to hand, she made a mechanical spider complete with shaving razors for fangs.  When she retired to the dorms after lights out, she set her little pet under the door of the men’s dorm.  

As Peggy did not pay attention to much that went on with the others, she didn’t know that Algernon hardly slept anymore.  An hour or two was all he needed to recharge his mind for the new day, and he often spent hours sitting up in bed watching the others unconscious around him.  He had been going over his notes from the library when a dark shape started making its way across the floor towards Maximilian’s bed. Reaching out telepathically, he caught the mechanical spider and lifted it into the air in front of him. Twirling it around, its legs kicking out trying to gain purchase on something, Algernon examined the spider and discovered the razor-sharp fangs equipt below its head.  

“Someone in the Estate wants to kill Max!” He said to himself, now very worried for his meal ticket into the Society. Then again, if he could be seen to be the hero of the moment…

“Look out, Max!” He yelled loud enough to wake the whole dorm.  Grabbing his crossbow, which was always beside his bed, he shot the spider at point-blank range.  The bolt rocketed the spider to the far wall above Maximillian’s head and pinned it there.  It looked to everyone watching that he’d shot the arachnid from his bed.  Bruce bleary looked at what the commotion was about, noted that everyone was safe and out of harm’s way, and rolled over, going back to sleep.  Maximilian, startled from sleep, turned to face the giant black spider dripping mechanical parts down the wall. Round eyed and ghostly pale in the dark he turned to Algernon.

“Good shot!  But, what is that thing?” 

“Never fear, Mr Maximillian, I will protect you with my life.  I will not rest so you can,” Algernon stated, standing on guard, his crossbow held across his body.

“Thank you, my dear boy. ”

Tobias, who had watched silently from his bed, now padded barefoot across the room to examine the spider more closely.  He pulled the bolt from the wall and saw the bolt had gone through the spider a long way before hitting the wall, possibly longer than would have been possible if the spider had been crawling down the wall to its victim.  He noticed the detailed mechanical and computer work required to create the spider. It seemed a work of genius.  Considering that they had only been back for a few hours and very few people would know that Maximillian was even there, it had to be an inside job.  Algernon could have made something like the spider, but he’d been busy at the library and had his images to prove it.  The spider was well beyond both Bruce and his own capabilities to conceive of, little lone make. And then he remembered Peggy’s expression at Crow Hollow.

“Will you excuse me,” He said quietly, handing the bolt back to Algernon he left the men’s dorm. Walking down the hall, he rapped quietly on the women’s dorm door or Peggy’s room as she never let anyone else in there.

“Peggy, can I have a word with you?” He said quietly so the others still talking in rasping whispers couldn’t hear.

“Go away, I’m meant to be asleep,” Came Peggy’s voice, muffled by bedclothes.  He could imagine her huddled in bed, sheet and blankets over her head.

“And yet you’re not.  Peggy, was it meant to kill?”

“What?!” Came the clearer exclamation.

“Don’t bullshit me, Peggy,” He said seriously, “It had razor blades. I need to know if it was meant to kill him.”

A moment’s silence from behind the door, ”I have no idea what you’re talking about.  What spider meant to shave off moustaches are you talking about?”

He smiled now, understanding her nasty little prank for what it was.  

“Goodnight, Peggy,” He said and returned to the men’s dorm. Maximillian, by now, was mollified by Algernon’s diligence and shooting skill. Tobias said nothing, just handed the remains of the spider to Algernon and went back to bed.

Several hours later… click click click click click click click click click click click click TWACK!

This time Algernon shot the spider as it crawled along the ground.

“Peggy, stop it!” Moaned Tobias, half-heartedly knocking a balled fist against the adjoining wall, “I need my sleep!”

“NO!” Came the sulky reply from the other side of the wall that no one but Tobias heard.  Maximilian was terrified and curled up on his bed, glancing around to see where the next attack would come from.

“Someone really wants you dead, Mr Maximillian,” Algernon said, pulling his bolt from the ground and pocketing the spider’s remains.

“But how am I supposed to sleep like this?”

“I’ll guard you, sir.  Never fear.” Algernon assured him, and with no better solution, the Society member curled up in his blankets and sheet.  

It is unclear how well Maximillian slept, but the following day he was quiet and jittery at breakfast. As Peggy walked into the mess, Algernon came up alongside her, handing her the two spiders, now thoroughly examined and pulled apart. 

“Can I suggest for Mark three, a mottled grey colouring? Black is too stark against the shadows and possibly rollers instead of the legs. They’d make less noise.”

“Thank you, I’ll take those suggestions on board,” She said equally as quietly before reaching up and grabbing ahold of Algernon’s ear.

“I know I’m breaking a promise, but this is a special occasion.  Don’t get between me and my quarry.”

“Doctor Peggy!…Yes, Doctor Peggy…”

After breakfast, the group took a short walk out of the Estate campus, across the road to Gasworks Park. In the shadow of industrial piping, the group prepared to translate to Steampunk London.

“Does Moriarty have the translation place watched?” Bruce asked before Maximillian started the translation process.

“One would assume,” He replied dully.  

The translation was familiar and uneventful, and they soon found themselves in a furnished apartment that smelt heavily of stale pipe smoke. Outside the irregular glass windows of the time, a neat and busy London street scene was revealed under a thickening blanket of fog.  

“Nice,” Bruce commented, looking around.

“Yes,” Maximilian preened. Obviously, this was his find, ”It once belonged to a detective who went missing.  I took up the lease.”

“Are we on Baker Street?!” Tobias rushed to a window and took on the view with the excitement of an avid fan.

“Yes,” Maximilian replied, surprised, “How did you know?”

“Max, do you ever read?” Tobias replied derisively without looking back to see Maximillian’s face fall in disappointment.

Now in Steampunk London, the group had access for future adventures. Right now, the clean, crisp skylines and futuristic world of Ruk and The Dustman called.

“Max, you need to go home, report all that we’ve told you about Moriarty, and if your superiors still want to pick up the gang, please take friends, okay?”

“As you say,” He said with little energy.  It was clear he’d thought he’d found some friends.  They let him translate out alone before setting up their circle to Ruk.

Soon the fog and coal smoke was replaced by clean air and the smell of ozone.  Algernon and Tobias were reconnected with the Allsong, and Peggy was once more the box with a hologram.  As Algernon remembered, Whole Body Grafts advertisements were all over the Allsong. It was quickly established that the company was associated with the Zal and unfriendly to Earth and its allies.

 Looking for information on the company, they quickly had the location of the Semiramis Tower and brought up a basic plan.  The first two levels were dedicated to Showrooms and the sales side of the body grafts business.  The third and fourth levels were the surgical suites and theatres, the fifth and sixth were Research and Development.  What was on the top four floors was a mystery.  No amount of snooping could find out what was going on there and the roof.  As with all Zal operations, a set of coloured rings allowed access to whatever floors the ring was set.

Moving on to the individuals that ran the operations, Tobias gave a rye smile,

“The owner of Whole Body Grafts is one Ur-Dust,” He shared with the group.  A search of the Allsong brought up nothing on Ur-Dust, unusual in such a connected world.  They quickly collected the names of the six heads of departments and likely red ring wearers.

Security Chief – Mu-Duggan

R&D Chiefs – Pra-Qatum

Ipqu-Adad

Iphur-Kishi

Dram-Shara

Bel-Tamar

“So, what first?”  

To be continued……

33. Once and future

The near-empty secret base of Doctor Strangelove is almost complete.  Not having found the Martins or the research notes is concerning as the party moved back into the passageways for the last few rooms.

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From the Powerplant, the party headed back to the fork in the passage and took the path leading to the living quarters. As they travelled, Rain was growing concerned they would ever find the two objectives for the mission:  the Doctor’s notes and the Martins. Clearing his thought of nothing but the Allsong, he asked it a simple question, 

Are Doctor Strangelove’s notes here?  

Where the research notes were, so would the subjects of her experiments.  

 Yes, Came back the emphatic reply.  He let the others know what he’d found out.

Peggy silently asked a question of the Strange,

Where are John and Athena Martin? She waited, but either because of the chaotic matrix of organic metal around them or because of her own fragmented thoughts, the Strange did not reply.

Up ahead, a locked door marked the start of the living spaces in the facility.  As the party walked the path to the door, Algernon’s memory became clearer of what lay beyond.  He could visualise the short hallway containing two more doors.  Off to the left, a door led to what used to be his room.  Straight ahead, the other to Doctor Strangelove’s private chambers.  He remembered once sneaking through the second door to a lounge space and kitchen area before getting caught and marched back to his room.  Only one biometric locked door stood between him and that past now. 

Raising his hand, he discovered it rimmed in black cracking energy that matched his mood of trepidation.

That’s new, Rain said spotting the startling effect sizzling across Algernon’s palm, What is it?

Algernon consciously brushed aside his fears, and the black energy disappeared, I don’t know, He replied, determined to find out at the first chance.

He pressed his now normal-looking hand against the pad, unsure the scanner would still respond to him. 

*Click* the lock opened. Taking point, Bruce steps in first, followed by the floating Peggy.  Rain followed and looked back to see Algernon peering around the corner of the doorframe.

“Lend us a hand, kid,” Called Bruce, gesturing to another palm scanner, “Get it.”

“This is a trap,” Algernon murmured before stepping into the hallway himself.

*Click* All three doors locked and everyone could hear hissing from vents above their heads.

“See, I told you it was a trap.”

Floated up to the vent, Peggy tried to stop the thick white gas at the source. Without a cutting implement she couldn’t get access. The gas rolled down out of the vent in white waterfalls, quickly filling the room.  Now Algernon’s black energy appeared on command around both his hands,. He placed them against the door that was once his room and instantly the material that made the door began turning to dust. He brushed his hands over the surface to create a hole the approximate size of a human (or at least one his size) and lept through the hole.  Inside it was as he remembered, a bed, a wardrobe and a small desk.  Rain followed quickly after, and the two of them stripped the bed of the mattress, as Bruce struggled through the hole too small for his large frame.  Immune to the gas, Peggy alone stayed outside and tried to work out how to shut it off.  As soon as Bruce was safely in the room, the mattress was unceremoniously stuffed in the hole, blocking the worst effects of the gas.

What sort of gas do you think it is? Rain asked Algernon and then started searching the Allsong for options based on the colour and its qualities.

I’m not sure…Algernon started searching as well before hearing clicking and then the arc of electricity as it formed a spark.

MOVE! He grabbed Rain and dragged him out of the way of the doorway.

*WHOMP!* The sound and the shockwave hit at once, propelling the mattress across the room to hit the wall on the far side. A gout of flame followed, incinerating everything in its path.  Rain was smacked in the back of the head by the mattress, but otherwise unscathed.  Thankful he wasn’t burnt alive by the fireball he turned to face Algernon,

Thanks, He blinked as Algernon checked the room and realised a person missing.

“Doctor Peggy?”

Bruce, who escaped the projectile mattress and fireball by inches, scrambled out the door and started searching for Peggy in the debris.  He returned moments later with the dented Peggy-box.  It sparked and sizzled randomly,  her voice only just identifiable over the static of her tinny speaker.

“Ow! You’re poking me!

He knocked on the metal casing, “Do you need any assistance?” He grinned mischievously

“Yes, ow! ”

‘Sorry, I don’t usually heal machines.  What seems to be the injury,”  Bruce placed her on the still smouldering study desk in Algernon’s old room.

“Ow, you moron, I can’t move just yet,” Peggy grumbled as she assessed her mechanical injuries,” Did you really need to shake me up quite so much?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Bruce chuckled, backhandedly trying to cheer up his awkward patient.

As Bruce and Peggy traded insults, Rain looked around the room.  If this had once been Algernon’s room presumably, it would now belong to the new kid.  Maybe there was something personal that would give a hint to his name and personality.  Sure enough, as soon as Rain opened the bedside table, he found a metal scroll.  Unrolling it, a flexible screen lit up asking for a password.

Yours or his? He asked Algernon who picked up the scroll and flipped it over.  Algernon had owned a tablet computer much like this when he lived here, one of his very few personal possessions. When he read the serial number on the back, the numbers didn’t match his memory.  This was the usurper’s.  He handed it back to Rain with a shake of his head.

His.

Now sure it belonged to the still-unnamed kid, Rain pocketed the scroll for later unlocking and viewing.  

As Rain and Algernon spent a few moments searching the tiny room,  Peggy regained control of her motor functions and followed Bruce back out into the hallway.  Here, he was checking the next door and found it similar to the first.  He was about to attack it with his crowbar when Peggy’s voice sparked over the speaker,

“You’ll not make much of a dent in that door, I can see the metal plates where the locking pins are going into the floor,” She pointed out with a laser pointer from inside her box.

“I know what I’m doing,” Bruce boasted with a cocky grin, “I’m a specialist in smashing!” And, finding a place to wedge his crowbar, started straining against the door.  As Peggy had predicted, the door didn’t budge.

But this time Algernon and Rain had given up on the room and were watching Bruce’s attempt at the door.  He stepped back to gain another view of the obstruction as Rain reached out and touched him on the shoulder,

“A simple door will not stop you, Bruce,” He said quietly as he pushed the Strange into Bruce,” I believe in you.”
“Bruce jolted and stepped up to the door once more.  He braced the crowbar further down the floor, gaining the advantage of pulling it up as well as across the doorway.  Getting a good grip, he strained.  Veins bulged along his forehead, neck and arms as the mechanical work of his muscles were augmented by the Strange.  Bruce roared with the effort; at the same time, the door also groaned.  The end was short and abrupt, and something finally gave way.  There was a sharp snapping sound, and the door pushed aside revealing the next room.  

Bruce turned to face Rain with a manic grin on his face, “I know you have my back, Rain.” He said panting from the exertion.

Rain nodded and shivered as he heard his own words echoed back to him. It wasn’t the sentiment that was at fault, so much as it wasn’t Bruce’s sentiment.

“Er…yeah,” He replied and quickly followed Bruce into the room.

As Bruce stepped through the threshold of the room a piece of metal as wide as Rain’s wrist slipped out a hole in the doorframe and fell to the floor with a clang.  Picking it up, Bruce looked back to the doorway and saw a similar pin sheered off at floor level.  He stared from one to the other solid metal pins in shock, then flexed in front of the other, revelling in his own power.

Throwing the pin aside, he strode into a well-appointed lounge room complete with a wall-sized monitor in front of a comfortable form-fitting chair.  The decor was simple and elegant, the intellectuals inner sanctum.  Off to one side, a small kitchenette with microwave-like device and fridge stood ready to provide a ready supply of tasty meals. Off the lounge, another door seemed to head to a bedroom.

 Rain was still a little woozy from the explosion. He plopped down into the chair and searched for a remote.  He found another scrolling tablet computer, locked with a password.  Pocketing that little find, he settled down for a rest as the others searched the lounge and kitchen for clues about where to go next.  

Peggy was floated in the kitchen staring at a blank piece of wall.  It seemed odd to her, an empty portion of wall in a small carefully thought out kitchen.  At least it should have a handle.  She pointed it out to Algernon. They considered the idea of a secret door and Algernon started pulling the panel off a hand scanner to get to the computer systems inside.

“I can help with that,” Bruce said and grabbed the sensor and yanked it off the wall.  The cavity popped and sizzled as an anti-tamper trigger set off a small explosion.  Black smoke started pouring from the hole. 

“I think I’ll stick to doors,” He said and headed over to the bedroom.

This door wasn’t as hard as the first. Bruce quickly broke through into the very comfortable bedroom of Doctor Strangelove.  After the barren little quarters of her minion outside, the comfort was ostentatious, but only by comparison. Rain wandered in after Bruce and checked the space for notes. There were none.  It seemed to him that this space was for rest and not work and that they would have to look further if they were to find her research.  

But there was nowhere else, except the blank piece of wall.  

“She would have a control mechanism, a computer or tablet that she opened the secret door with,” Algernon mused, looking around the sparse space for just such a device.  That was when Rain remembered the scroll tablet he’d found on the chair and handed it over.

Algernon looked at the tablet and recognised it as the same model as his own.  He fiddled with the tablet a moment, remembering a back door into this series of devices and the tablet unlocked.  Icons were organised under several subjects: science journals, building status alerts (it seemed all the icons were blinking under that heading) and Office Access:  Locked.

Algernon pushed the last, and the black piece of wall slid aside to reveal a set of stairs going down. 

Peggy flew through the hole and down into darkness.  Bruce, holding his crowbar ready against attack, followed.  Algernon and Rain found things to wedge under the door to keep it open before also following down into the darkness.

The stairs circled around and down, emptying into a D-shaped room dominated by a semicircular control panel and chair. An array of monitors their screens blank and empty.  A door stood opposite the stairs.

“Algernon, get down here!” Peggy yelled up the stairwell.

“Yes, yes…” Came the exasperated reply as Algernon trudged down the stairs to face a very familiar set up.  

He had no memory of being here before.  Everything past the metal door was new to him, but the technology was familiar.  He soon had the control panel booting and displaying a series of document files.

Complex information

Beacon Network

Log of specimens:

1. Balthazar

2. Horatio

3. Algernon

4.  Mortimer

5.  New Candidates

“Look, the kid’s name is Mortimer, “Rain read over Algernon’s shoulder, “And another Balthazar.” Referring to Algernon’s middle name.  Algernon only nodded and sat down in the chair facing the monitor.  Beside his hand was a headband that he knew was the equivalent of a VR headset.  Picking it up, he placed it on his head and chose Balthazar.

Balthazar:

Genetic makeup

Physical

Date of service

Date of death

The genetic makeup information was as suspected, the result of a male and female kidnapped from Earth.  She suspected that agents with human genetic markers would pass through security with ease.  She’d selected the two individuals for their intellect. There was no mention of them being quickened.   Sadly, the difference in the date of service and date of death was only three years.  His death was only two years before Algernon’s memories began.

Algernon flipped next to Horatio’s who seemed to start in service a week after Balthazar’s death and was surprisingly still alive and working in Jir. He was more intelligent than Balthazar and had become something of a steward for Doctor Lovelace, managing her affairs when she wasn’t around.  He was transferred to Jir a week before Algernon’s service date.

He opened his own file and saw his date of service two years before.  As smart as Horatio with the added feature of “…not always being away that he was working for me…”, an innovative feature for a spy.  The program that had modified his memory was saved here.  Creating a private space in the Allsong, Algernon started uploading every file he found.  

One note described how she’d staged a lab accident so she could smuggle him to Earth without the other Ruk factions finding out. Her last message in his file was regarding the beacons, “…transmitting useful information, significant success…”

He opened the Mortimer file and saw the Date of Service was during his first week on Earth. While they hunted out Spiral Dust sellers, Mortimer was coming online.  He had been through a similar process to Algernon and would be sent out in six to twelve months to an unknown location.

In the last folder were only two entries:  Two fully mature, in stasis.

One currently growing.  

From what he could determine, Algernon believed the third specimen was the equivalent to an eight or nine years old child.

He next moved to the Beacon Network folder and entered.  There he found several entries under his and Balthazar’s names.

Balthazar:

1.  This was a first-person view of a metal-walled hallway as someone was running down it, and hiding in a small alcove where he started talking.

“ I’m on a large spacecraft.  I heard that it has an impressive main weapon that can destroy whole planets.  They call it a Death Star.  This could be useful, Mistress.”  

The voice sounded young and scared and alone.  Algernon quickly flicked to the second file.

2.  The view was inside a wooden shack.  The beacon picked up light from outside filtered through the cracks in the wood panelling and the rapid breathing of someone terrified.

“I’m scared Mistress.  This place is full of zombie creatures, and mad-man has captured me…I think he’s going to kill me…” There was a creaking sound and the camera angle shifted to the door.  A silhouette of a man now stands in the open door, a machete also clearly silhouetted.  The voice screams out for its mistress and then, silence.

Algernon shuddered, he had seen Balthazar’s death first-hand, almost felt it.  She had watched this. She had watched him die and just went and made another minion as if it didn’t matter.  Shakily, he reached out for the three files under his name.

Algernon:

1.  Algernon found himself back in the garage of Peggy’s house outside New Orleans.  It was exactly as it had been back then.  The machine, a jumble of monitors and scrounged computers and other scientific equipment arrayed around the space.  It was odd, as he’d seen that same equipment in the centre of Peggy’s lab only a few days ago.  Stepping out, he checked the next file.

2.  And just like that he was back at the Estate amongst the lab tables and equipment of Peggy’s lab, the machine just where he remembered it.  Stepping out, he knew where the third would lead.

3.  Sure enough, he was amongst the force-fielded exhibits of Ni’Challan’s collection in the Graveyard of the Machine god.  He looked around, unsure how the Doctor had discovered the fragment of a planetvore here as it was nowhere.  He shrugged, assuming she’d sent a probe to investigate later and left the memory.

It was a very sober Algernon who relayed all he’d found in the Beacons archive, including the death of Balthazar. Checking all the files were saved to the Allsong, Algernon now opened the last folder headed Complex Information.

A full schematic of the secret base appeared including information on each room and what they contained.  The metal-clad creatures in the mud were called Wailing diggers and were something of pets to Doctor Strangelove.  They were intelligent and were useful for simple retrieval missions.  The Doctor had sent them to  Earth via an inapposite gate to abduct the two donors for her grand experiment. 

“They’re Peggy’s Rockwheelers!” Rain exclaimed, making Peggy jump.

“Really?” She said surprised, “I never really believed that I’d find the actual creatures behind my parents’ kidnapping.” 

Below the complex, a series of tanks and piping were simply labelled, Gas plant.  Lines of piping led from the main tank throughout the complex including in the Powerplant, the High Energy Lab and the hallway to the living quarters.  Algernon surmised this was where the explosive gas was made and distributed throughout the complex.  A ready-made bomb placed for them to set off.  He showed the others and together concocted the final escape.  Failing the one-way valves set up for safety in piping, he set the triggers on a timer.  Several hours from leaving the base, the whole landscape of the wastelands was going to have a bad day.

He found the security system for the complex, and with a little help from Rain, on the Allsong, they found a suitable image of someone mooning a camera.  This became the last and only image that the security of Doctor Strangelove’s security system recorded as it set on a loop for every camera.  Now feeling a little more secure, Algernon directed his attention to the room beyond the door in this control centre.  Here the three boys were kept as well as two large sarcophagus shaped structures just labeled Donor 1 and Donor 2.  

Algernon entered the program to open the door and found it once more passworded.  Even here, in the secret of secrets, the Doctor still kept things locked away.  His first attempt to override the password failed.  He paused to contemplate what she would have used to protect her life’s work.  A hand touched his back, and a jolt of energy course through him. His questing thoughts became action as his mind searched for the correct combination, and found it.  

A click and the last door unlocked.

Everyone leapt to individual tasks.  Peggy floated straight into the room and to the two sarcophagi.  Through thickly frosted windows, she could make out her parents faces, just as she remembered them, more than twenty years previous.  She gasped and floated back realising that right now and in this place, she was not ready for them to see her.  Unable or unwilling to think about a reunion, she focused her efforts on understanding the cryogenic sarcophagus and how to release them.

Rain walked in behind her, taking in the enormity of the task.  Two parents trapped in time, three nearly fully grown adult infants. 

“Do we try to save the specimens?” Algernon asked from the control room.

“I tend to leave those questions to Rain,” Bruce replied, and called through the door, “What do you say?”

Rain spun slowly around, watching as the two young men and boy floated unawares in their liquid-filled chambers.  When he reached the door, Bruce was waiting expectantly for his decision.

“Please,” Rain said simply, “We have to try.”

“Okay then,” Bruce set off up the stairs looking for clothing and other useful items while Algernon started shutting down the incubator chambers and releasing the boys.

Peggy’s own penchant for mad science was coming in handy as she worked her way through the complicated steps and procedures required to open the sarcophagus safely.  With a self-satisfied beep and a hiss of escaping gas, the two sarcophagi began to open and start the re-animation process.  Instantly Peggy’s hologram flickered and died.

“I don’t want to face them…yet,” She said and turned away to oversee the boy’s ‘birth’.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give them a friendly face,” Rain stepped up between the two sarcophagi.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“ ‘Hi I’m your robot daughter, Peggy, that you haven’t seen in twenty years.’” He smirked watching as the life support systems disconnected one by one, “ I’ve got this.”

Slowly and carefully the birth and the reanimation of both parents and children progressed.  Bruce returned with clothing for the two Martins but couldn’t find anything suitable for the boys.  What was also becoming very apparent was the complete blank slate the three boys were.  As each emerged from their cylinders, they were as uncoordinated and helpless and the newborns they were.  Limbs fully grown and muscled had no idea how to work together to stand or walk.  They had no experience with which to interpret the world and would either flail about knocking equipment or party members, or curl up in a foetal position.

The Martins were in much better condition, which led to more issues for Rain as they tried to make sense of their surroundings after decades on ice. 

“Where are we?  Who are you?” Athena asked as she climbed out of the sarcophagus with the help of Rain and accepted the clothes Bruce had provided.

“Hi, my name is…Rain, I’m a friend of P…Margarita’s.”  He said without thinking and received a jolt of electricity from the pointy end of Peggy’s probe

“Escape now, chat later.”  She murmured so only Rain heard.
“Margarita?  Aren’t you a little old to be one of Margarita’s friends?” She said as she took in her surroundings.

“Yelp!  Yes, lots of explaining to come, but right now I Suggest you come quietly with us.” And he pushed the thought first into Athena’s mind and then into John’s.  Without protest, the couple dressed and followed Rain as he led them up and into the Doctor’s living quarters.

“What are we going to do with these near-adult babies?” Bruce asked, hefting one over his shoulder and the smaller one in his arms.

“What if we all translate back to Earth from here?” Peggy suggested as she floated up the stairs following her parents.

“I’ve uploaded the program used by the Doctor,” Algernon replied, picking up the third brother, almost as big as himself, with leveitation “But we’ll need to do the procedure here on Ruk, we can’t help them back on Earth.”

“Besides, Algernon and Mortimer also need their heads examined, it was the whole point of coming here in the first place,” Bruce added as he helfted his two burdens up the stairs.  

Algernon made a face, clearly stating what he thought of the latter idea and continued with the discussion,” Doctor Strangelove used an inapposite gate to kidnap the Martins.  The artefact used was discharged, but we could probably charge it up again in the Powerplant.”

They reached the kitchen still discussing what to do with the family when Rain chimed in.

“I was thinking about Peggy taking the Martin’s back to Earth.  They’ve had more than enough of Ruk, and she could do with the chance to reunite with her parents.  But, she couldn’t use an anaposite gate in her current state.  Earth wouldn’t know what to do with a weird-science floating robot.”

“Besides she’s needed on Ruk.  Her medical knowledge is going to be needed to reprogram the babies,” Algernon added.

“I think it’s going to have to be you, Rain,” Bruce finally said to Rain’s surprise, “Sorry, you’re the only one free.”

Rain turned to the Peggy-box.  She made no protest or suggestion, and with her hologram hidden, he couldn’t get a read of what she was thinking.  He watched Algernon, who was concentrating on slowly spinning his baby brother in the air.

I wanted to be there…for your procedure, He thought, and Algernon caught his eye.

Then you better hurry back before they change my mind.

Ha!  Look after your brother, Mortimer.  Save him and yourself.

Oh, yes.  He could be a valuable asset. Algernon quipped back with a grin on his face.

Slowly a smile of his own appeared on Rain’s face as returned to Bruce, “Sure, I’ll smooth the path when we get there, answer a few of the Martin’s questions before setting them on a flight for Seattle, and…” His smile broadened, “I’ll finally get to New Orleans.”

Bruce laughed, a generous and open laugh, not like his usual sardonic self.

“You know even in another recursion I’m not leaving you?” Rain asked.

“Yeah, sure no problem, you’ve got my back.” The words again were like a slap.

“You won’t get to see much of New Orleans.  One underpass,” Peggy said, now the decision was made.

“I’ll cherish every moment. Anything for Noel?  You were meant to meet him in Berkley.”

The Peggy-box spun on the spot, and Rain decided that this was the Peggy-box thinking mischievious thoughts. 

“Tell him, ‘See how nice it is to be left behind?’” She replied, floating out of the Doctor’s private quarters, “Oh, and you’ll have to take the babies to Earth with you.” 

“Pardon?!”

It was soon apparent that the boys could not stay behind with the saboteur group.  Bruce was already overburdened with two squirming bodies, and Algernon was concentrating on not to drop his brother. If it came to running, the oversized babies could be injured or killed and would undoubtedly slow down the party.  In the end, it was clear that for the safety of both the boys and the party, they would need to go through the inapposite gate as well.

As they travelled back through the complex, Algernon set up their traps to trigger as soon as someone approached. He rigged the genetics lab, the hallway and Powerplant.  He found the artifact that had created the original anaposite gate in storage and brought that, along with an energy cypher, to the Powerplant.  There under the malevolent blue glow of the lightning elemental Algernon and Peggy connected the artefact using the cypher as a bridge.  The artefact glowed and hummed as the inapposite gate formed in front of them. 

Bruce went through first, taking the boys through.  Peggy flew through briefly to report to the Estate and arrange a van to pick them up.  Rain walked through with the Martin’s in tow.  Silent, but wide-eyed with awe and delight at the scientific marvels around them, John and Athena Martin returned to a disused underpass, on Earth.

“That’s it, time to move out!” Bruce said as the anaposite gate flickered out and died.  

Algernon gave the lightning creature a cheery wave farewell and blew out his cheeks on the forcefield surrounding its prison.

Walking back through the dock the party decided to take out one of the two flyers.  Leaving the one they sabotaged earlier, Peggy connected into the flight computer and took them safely out of the base and towards the rendezvous location. As promised the flyer and pilot were waiting under the cover of  the malformed rock features of the landscape.  As they left the flyer, Bruce heard the sound of an engine in the far distance.  High above and losing altitude fast was another flyer.  And it was making straight for the secret base.

“Do you want to get out of here, sir?” The pilot asked Bruce who had pointed out what could only be Doctor Strangelove returning ahead of schedule.

“Wait until she’s out of sight, then get out as fast as you can.” He replied not taking his eyes of the flyer as it slowed and angled towards the small cave entrance.  As soon as it disappeared inside the mountain, the pilot powered up and took off, putting as much air between them and the mountain as possible. 

Bruce, Peggy and Algernon lined up against the windows of the flyer, expectantly.  When the end came, it was sudden and violent.  First a flash as the gas ignited and lit the inside of the mountain with fire. Next, a dramatic roaring scream as the whole mountain lifted into the sky on the cushion of superheated gas.  the whole world shook as the shockwave, rippled out like an expanding glass dome.  It hit the flyer causing it to dip and pitch violently. The spectators were thrown about the flyer’s cabin and lost sight on the mountain.  The pilot, forewarned, was ready and soon stabilised the craft and when they returned to the window, the cloud had formed a familiar mushroom shape and where the mountain had once been, was now a crater.

Is Doctor Strange love still alive? Algernon tentatively asked the Allsong as their flyer sped them safely away.

No. Came the reply.

32. Secrets well hidden

The group have fought and won the battle for Ni’Challan’s space station in the Graveyard of the Machine god. But, not without a cost.  They now lick their wounds and prepare for the next big push, the attack on Doctor Strangelove’s secret lab somewhere in the wastes of Ruk.

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Two broken souls here and one lost one up in the labs, Rain thought, and wondered if Algernon heard.  It didn’t matter.  They’d been there for him, and he’d be there for them.  Rocking the Peggy-box, he sat in silence with Bruce, while keeping his Allsong link open for Algernon.

In Rain’s world, things were looking up.

“You can’t keep ignoring me forever.  Talk to me Bruce,” Rain said as Bruce stared dully into space at the kid, the newly discovered biological brother of Algernon and Peggy.

He said nothing.

“You know he’s only alive because of you.  Peggy wasn’t going to do anything, he was the enemy.   Algernon was going to shoot him where he lay and… I wasn’t there.  You were.  You gave him first aid and saved his life…”

“I shot him.   Would have shot him dead.” The words came out monotoned and forced like coming from a long way away.  It was an effort for Bruce to speak at the best of times, and now it was almost painful.

“But you didn’t.  Don’t you see that makes all the difference?”  Rain leaned forward, the Peggy-box still cradled in his arms.

“The scariest thing was… I was having fun!” Bruce said, deaf to Rain’s plea.

“It’s okay to enjoy doing something you’re good at, and you’ve worked hard to be that good.”

“Righteous violent bastard,” Bruce ground through his teeth, self-loathing dripping from every word, “I was that violent bastard from Halloween all over again, that was me.”

Rain remembered well the persona forced on Bruce as when they translated to Halloween.  The undead hunter had been a driven and violent character that had only just been held back by Bruce’s nobler side.  It had been a scary time for Rain too, now was caught negotiating between an influential undead individual and the raw violence of his friend, the one he’d come to rely on to keep him safe.  All this sat between them in the silence of the convalescent room.

Bruce mumbled something to himself that Rain just caught.

“I’ve lost divine favour.”

“What…do you think you’re a paladin of God now?” 

“I tried to walk in his ways,” Bruce replied.

“Well, if you think you’re in trouble with the Almighty then I’d suggest, ask Him.”

Bruce scoffed loudly, a sad single huff that carried with it all the bitterness he currently felt.

“Don’t give me that, you know that’s not how it works.”

“Sure, it is.  I was raised Catholic, so there are a few more layers between me and the Big Man,” Rain replied thinking back on his own failed attempts to reach the Divine, “ But you Protestants can talk to him whenever.”

“He doesn’t talk back like…like this.” Bruce gestured, his hand moving back and forward through the space between them, “You can’t hold a conversation with God.”

“This is exactly how it’s done.  Through others,” Rain leaned back in his chair, smiling at the irony of the thought, “Right now, I’m the word of God to you.”

Bruce shook his head and turned back to the kid.  

“He’s just a kid, a naive, brainwashed innocent.  I thought I was better than that.”

“You have always been a man with a strong ethical base.  You always held yourself and others to a higher standard,” Rain said, reminiscing about the moment Bruce and he had met, on an Intercity bus just outside New Orleans. He’d been chatting up a girl, a pretty young thing who he’d charmed and groomed to take him home that night.  He’d been hoping for a hot meal, free place to sleep, a local companion to show him their city and…whatever else she’d been willing to offer.  

Bruce had seen what he was doing and started a fire and brimstone sermon on the wickedness of the flesh and how he should be ashamed to prey upon a young innocent such as that girl.  A kid.  It was still the same sermon, but now he was preaching it to himself.

“You were always the compassionate one,” Bruce mumbled, “When Algernon wanted to poison Dona Ilsa and her lot, I was all for it, but you knew it was wrong, you pulled me up, and you were right.”

“Bruce, you forget how we met?  We were kicked off the bus because you couldn’t stand by and see an innocent taken advantage?”

Bruce blinked, and a little colour returned to his pale face at the memory of that night in the rain.

“I’d forgotten about that.”

“And that instinct of yours has always been there, protecting me.  Remember Peggy’s Rockwheeler mine we tripped?”

“She detonated on us,” Bruce corrected, and Rain smiled at the memory.

“Yeah, right.  I never felt safer than in that moment when we thought we were going to be blown sky-high,” Rain laughed at the memory, “Because of you. “

Bruce’s mouth twitched at the memory of sheltering the little man as the static charge of Peggy’s mine went off around them.  It was quickly replaced with a frown as another memory entered the conversation.

“And then you left me.”

Puzzled, Rain wondered for a moment if Bruce had confused him with his wayward father, Jimmy.  Rain remembered distinctly standing on a street corner in Nederland, Colorado planning to steal a car and leave, get out of town, the group, everything.  The thought of how Bruce stood by him, supported his ideas and endeavours.  It had turned him around.  

“But I didn’t, and it was because of you…”

“You left.  Left me with Peggy the tin-can and the kid that can’t be trusted.” Bruce turned his bloodshot gaze on Rain and Rain noticed how suddenly tired Bruce looked, “ You did something to your brain and left me with the robot you.  I was alone.”

And then Rain put it together.  When the group had first translated into Ruk,  the Allsong opened to Rain.  In it, he found relief from his grieving by splitting his emotional mind from his rational and leaving it in the cloud of the Allsong. He’d thought to gain a little peace from the pain, a little freedom in which to help Algernon deal with his problems.

“Ah,” He replied in a long drawn out exhalation, “That was a mistake.  I didn’t realise how much of who I was, was tied to that emotional side.” 

Bruce looked up, unsure he’d heard correctly.  

“Your better side,” He replied, and Rain was surprised to find himself agreeing.

“I never intended to make you feel alone, the contrary.  For that I’m sorry, I let you down.  I will always have your back, as you’ve always had mine.”

Bruce nodded, listening but not really taking it in.

Rain felt the stirring of the Strange behind him, a force waiting to be used.  Instinctually, he touched the Strange, the power flowing into his words and to Bruce.

I will always have your back, as you’ve always had mine.

A moment past.  Another and then something in Bruce seemed to relax, just a little.

“So, we had a two-day head start on Strangelove, but we’ve used some of that already,“ Rain changed the subject, and Bruce seemed more receptive, “Are you going to be alright to take the labs?”

“I’ll have to be.  We still have to save the world, “ Bruce seemed about ready to get up at that moment and leave, but then remembered the kid still unconscious in the bed beside him, “ We need someone to look after him. And someplace secure.”

“We could wait until he wakes.  His future is tied to what we find at the lab as well, and he knows it better than even Algernon.” 

“We can’t take the kid!  He’s too much of a risk!” Bruce vetoed the idea.  The words, so similar to the arguments he’d made about Algernon’s activities with the group so long ago.  

Rain’s smile broadened, “Okay, whatever you decide.”

“Ur…right then,” Bruce looked sideways at Rain unsure why he agreed so readily, “You go find some help from the Quiet Cabal, see if they have any medical aid.  And a cell or something.”

Without a word, Rain stood, gave Bruce the Peggy-box, nodded and left to do just that.

Algernon was kicking around the lab, wondering what he should do.  He didn’t feel directly threatened by the Quiet Cabal at that moment, but part of him still considered them (and everyone in Ruk) the enemy.  He stalked the labs looking for ways to escape.  If one was needed. Hypothetically.

When he found a lone access portal in a quiet corner of the labs, he quickly connected and started poking around.  Sure that in this out of the way spot, his actions were unwitnessed, he started looking for ways to catastrophically collapse the system from the inside, making for himself an escape route…if the need arose.  When his probes were rebuffed, he heard in the real world, the sound of heavy boots thumping down the hallway.  Quickly, he discarded the more incriminating searches and brought up medical files on the DNA testing Peggy had just conducted.  From the corner of one eye, he could see the security guard from the front desk walk into the lab and march directly towards him.


“And what are you up to?” The guard asked, slightly out of breath from his trip to the labs from downstairs.

“Oh, I wanted to see the results of testing.  Did I do something wrong?” Algernon asked, turning to face the guard as if he had nothing to hide.

“Was that all?” The guard asked, gesturing for Algernon to vacate his seat at the access portal.  Algernon complied and made way for the rotund guard.  The security guard scanned through what was currently up to access, made a harrumphing noise and disconnected.

“Well, check with Giquabee if you have any questions about that stuff,” He said, a little deflated that he hadn’t been able to catch his spy, “She’ll walk you through it.”

“I will, thank you and sorry if I caused any trouble,” Algernon looked genuinely abashed, a curious school kid not causing any real harm.  The guard left with one last long look and Algernon had to admit to himself he was getting better at this stuff.

A quick, polite conversation with Tabaseth and Rain had obtained medical help and a secure place in which the injured boy could be kept until their return.  Just as he was about to leave, Rain remembered Algernon and his desire for the biggest and baddest killing weapon available.

“One more thing.  For the attack on the lab, Algernon will need one of your very impressive guns.”
Tabaseth looked like he was going to refuse for a moment.  It was one thing to hand over a dozen walking weapons in the form of venom troopers  to humans to use off Ruk, but handing a human a weapon within Ruk was another decision entirely, “I know we’ve asked a lot of our friendship, but we’re committed to seeing this through, for all our benefits.”

“No need, no need,” Tabaseth relented,  “Of course, we’ll be happy to provide you with whatever weapons you need.”

Rain let Algernon know that a new weapon was ready for him to pick up, and returned to the room to find Bruce, Peggy and the kid were where he’d left them.  Peggy’s metal box had been put to one side by Bruce, and as Rain informed Bruce about the arrangements, he picked up the box once more. 

A sudden jolt of electricity zapped from Peggy’s metal shell to Rain.  Convulsively, his hand let the box go, only catching it again as his legs gave up under him as he sat heavily on the ground.

A happy schoolgirl, maybe seven years old being dropped off at school.  Two parents, a smart wild-haired woman and her excitable husband waved goodbye promising to see her that afternoon.  The afternoon came, the girl waited at the school gate and waited and waited.  No one came; no one could be found.   Police were called.  She was taken to the police station where an unguarded computer showed her what no one could tell her.  CCTV footage at the tram stop.  Her parents walking, hand in hand, into the underpass.  Electrical interference, a flash of light and splash of water. Her parents were never seen again.  Late that night, an older woman, her frizzy hair pulled strictly back in a tight bun came to claim her.  Her Yaya.  There was no love for the girl in those stern features.  She took the girl home out of duty.

The images repeated again and again—the last moments of Margarita Athena Portaculis Martin’s childhood.  

Rain was drowning.  Peggy’s emotions were overwhelming.  It was like being taken under by a wave. There was no up or down, no control and only the power of the vision to be relived over and over again.  Gasping to remember who he was in the sea of confusion, loss and misery, he struggled against the tide and produced a ball of fire, his tiny sun from the Dreamlands.  Centring all his thoughts on it he drew on the vision for reference, creating a new image of the couple, the woman with the wild hair and her husband full of life.  He made the image older, maybe twenty years and placed them behind bars in the depths of a secret hidden lab.  Now, with the image secure in his mind, he shared it with Peggy, tormented and lost in her past.

Suddenly, Rain was back in the room.   Bruce was distracted by two white-clad members of the Quiet Cabal who attended to the unconscious boy. Peggy-box was flying again beside him, the hologram once more present, though flickering as if unsure it should be there at all. The whole ordeal had taken but a moment, a few seconds though Rain felt he’d run the common at The Estate again, with the same results. Peggy’s hologram turned to face him.

“We’ll find them.” He said shakily, “Are you with me?”

“No, I’m… next to you,” She replied equally as shakily, but in her usual pedantic manner.

Rain nodded and laughed, “That’s pretty good too.  I’ll take it.”

The flyer scudding over the Ruk landscape as the city of Harmonious and its surrounding suburbs gave way to wilderness.  In Ruk, it was in the wild places where the chaos reigned.  Here, The Strange traversing spacecraft that had saved the last remnants of a planet long lost to a planetvore grew wild.  Organic-steel that once made up the crafts structure were now Ruk’s mountains, valleys and plains.  Where the instructions have been lost or corrupted, the land grew chaotically, creating spires and sinkholes, random cancerous outcroppings and places inhospitable to life.  It was one of these outcroppings of organimer that the flyer was heading for now.  

Rain turned away from the bleak landscape and to his companions on the flyer.  Bruce was up the front, asking procedural questions about the expedition.  Peggy was flying back and forwards down the centre of the craft, the hovering robot’s equivalent to pacing.  Algernon was staring out the window as Rain had been, his expression unreadable.  Across his lap, the larger of his two crossbows, modified with laser bolt for Ruk, but no force bolt rifle in sight.

Didn’t you like the gun they offered?  Rain asked, drawing Algernon’s attention away from the window.  Now connected via the Allsong mind-link, Rain could feel that Algernon had not been blindly looking out the window, but actively trying to remember.  

No, I loved it, everything I’d ever wanted.  I just found I was really shit at it so decided to stick with the crossbow.  I sort of prefer it now, anyway.  Algernon looked at the crossbow and patted it fondly.

So do I,  Rain confessed, Ever since you got your first one in Railsea.  No deafening bang, now blinding choking smoke…  and with the thought came the gut-churning fear that guns generated for Rain.

Still, even now you know?

Still, maybe more now I know what it means?  I don’t have the memories, but the ripples of those events still live on. Rain sighed, his own trauma reminding him of what Bruce had said about the ritual Rain had pushed on Algernon as they entered Ruk.

Brother, I need to speak seriously to you about something…something… Bruce brought up in regards to what I did as we translated into Ruk, He showed his hand, the scar still puckered and red.  He looked to Algernon’s hand where it’s equivalent was already healed over and at the edges fading away.

He was angry with me for doing it.  He said it was an unspeakable act that steals a person’s sense of worth, their feeling of safety and freedom.  It was meant to be the complete opposite.  It was meant to be a reminder that no matter what, you are not alone.

Yeah, I know, it’s cool!   Algernon replied with all the excitement of a teenager recently indoctrinated into a secret society. Like, it meant we’re together.

Exactly! Rain replied as all his concerns about the moment left him. It was the same for me when you made the mind-link, like you were confirming what I’d said.

Don’t worry about what Mr Bruce says, sometimes he thinks the weirdest things, Algernon went back to looking out the window and Rain saying nothing, only sharing thoughts of gratitude.

Yeah, you’re right. I really appreciate the mind-link.  I just wish we could keep it outside of Ruk.

It’s really handy.

Bruce walked through the flyer a few minutes later with the plan from the pilot.

“The Quiet Cabal for their own reasons don’t want to be associated with our little expedition.  We’re being dropped off outside the base.  The pilot has given the coordinates where he will be waiting for the next 48 hours.  Once we’ve done what we need to, he’ll meet us there.  None of their forces can be seen entering the labs, plausible deniability or some bullshit.”

As Bruce said this, the flyer dropped and banked to the right as it swooped low over a jagged rock outcropping and seemed to head straight towards the rock wall.  Looking down through the pilot’s window, the group could clearly see a large natural cave opening.  As the pilot guided the flyer into the opening, a bored tunnel appeared, finally ending in a large cavern.  The walls of the cavern were random and encrusted with organimer, but the floor was flat and machine-worked.  In the space, two other smaller craft stood waiting, but no one was in the area, it looked deserted.  The far end of the hanger was better lit and a doorway with two sliding doors visible.

“We should do something to those aircraft,” Algernon pointed out the two aircraft, “I could sabotage them into flying for a few minutes then…drop out of the sky.” He expressed the idea with such enthusiasm Rain couldn’t help but agree.  Bruce, on the other hand, didn’t.

“What if we need one of those aircraft to escape?  Leave them. We can nobble them on the way out.”

“What if we’re running then?” Algernon protested.

“Knowing our luck we’ll be running then,” Rain replied, only speaking from experience.

“So ground them so they only pursuit can be on foot,” Bruce held firm, only to have Peggy enter the conversation.

“I can help.  We can mess with the antigrav for the shuttles, set up a piece of code that shuts down power that we can easily clear if we need the vessel.”

The argument went back and forward as first one vessel, then the other was investigated.  In the end, between Peggy and Algernon, a complicated system where the aircraft would fly as normal until moved into top gear, as in pursuit.  Then the craft would fail and keep its pilot and crew busy while the party made their escape.  

While Algernon and Peggy were busy with the aircraft, Rain had been studying the door.  Two metal doors closed the hanger off from the rest of the complex.  A keypad on one side was the unlocking mechanism, but there were no clues as to what the code could be.  As soon as Algernon was free, Rain called him over. 

“I want you to try something, just rest your hand on the keypad, don’t think about it and push a few buttons.  See what happens.”

“But what if I get it wrong and it locks us out?”

“We’re likely to get more than one chance. It’s worth a try.” Rain urged, and Algernon did as he suggested.  After Algernon pushed the fourth button, however, the keypad made a buzzing sound and reset.

Peggy now stepped up and with one movement flipped off the keypad cover to reveal the circuitry underneath.  She quickly isolated the keypad’s connection to the door and…the door slowly opened. Bruce in front of the opening doors, both guns out and ready for whatever came their way.  They revealed an empty corridor sloping down and around to the left.

“Doctor Peggy,” Algernon drew her aside as the group started down the ramp, “It’s come to my attention that our relationship has changed.  I can no longer assume you to be the stepmother figure to my young teen protagonist from the documentaries. But there are also no documentaries where the older sister is a robot.   Do I now consider you a sister on whom I should now perform pranks or is there another relationship I should emulate?” he asked in all seriousness.

“Do not prank your sister,” Bruce said over his shoulder as he led the group.

“Yes, Dad,” Algernon replied automatically before returning to Peggy.

“Try Weird Science, 1985 directed by John Hughes for your reference,” She replied simply, her memory for cult films coming to her aid.

“You know, you can write your own script for how to behave, “ Rain suggested, “But, no pranking your sister are definitely words to live by.”

“Yes, Mum,” Algernon smirked.

From down the tunnel, a whirling-sloshing sound caught the party’s attention, and Algernon was reminded of a memory long hidden.  It was night, and he was sneaking around the complex through the restricted areas he had no business being.

“Up ahead, I remember a pool of mud and metal creatures swimming in it,” He said, his vision distant, watching through the eyes of his younger self as he explored the spaces, “ Further on the passage splits. To the left the living quarters, to the right the Powerplant and below that, the High Energy Lab.”

Sure enough, as Bruce looked around the next corner, he saw a massive pool at least as big as an Olympic swimming, full of viscous mud.  As he watched a large metallic body moved sinuously under the surface, its sides only glinting occasionally through the muck. Across the surface of the mud, a board lay holding three bowls, Above three pipes led up and out to another part of the complex.  Here, as in the hanger, there was no one else around.

“Do you know where those go?” Bruce pointed the pipes out to Algernon who could only shake his head.  

“Interesting, Peggy also poked her head around the corner, “What do you think they’re here for?”
“They must be useful to Doctor Strangelove…somehow,” Was all Algernon could say.

“Can we get a sample of the mud?” And from inside Peggy’s metal exterior, she produced a small vial.   Algernon took the vial and using his levitate he sent the vial over the intervening space.  It was a delicate task. Not one attempted with the usual sledgehammer style Algernon was used. As he held the vial steady, balancing the forces, Rain reached out a hand and sent The Strange flowing through.  The vial was carefully dipped into the mud, withdrawn and returned to Peggy with a deep sigh of relief from Algernon. 

“Thank, Mum,” He said with relief. Rain gave him a confused look. 

“It’s not a role I ever would have chosen for myself.  I guess, why not Mum?” Rain replied, shrugging his shoulders and following the group down the passage.

Peggy started noticing the surveillance cameras halfway down and whenever she found one she’d knock it out.  Having found a few made the group wonder how many they’d missed further up and in the hanger.  It was too late to worry now as they came to the intersection promised by Algernon and had to make a decision.

“The power plant and high energy lab or the living quarters?”  Bruce asked Algernon, “Where are they likely to keep your parents?”

“I don’t know, I never saw them in the High Energy Lab,” Algernon confessed disheartened, “Though, if we want to blow this place up we should head for the power plant.”

“Blowing things up is for when we’re leaving,” Bruce countered, “What about security for this area, armed forces, what can we expect?”  It was true, there had been no one around so far, and the lack of personnel was starting to look ominous.

“Usually there’s a few venom troopers about…maybe she took them all with her when she left to attack Ni’Challan?” 

“Hopefully.”

“Well, let’s start with the known and move to the unknown,” Rain offered, “The Power plant, lab, living quarters and then onward from there.”

After more of the usual discussion, the group headed towards the Powerplant with the idea of just finding out how the base was powered and working out how they could use it to their advantage.  The passageway opened up to a gantry running in a ring around the top of a circular room.  In three locations, stairs led down to the plant room floor where a column of barely contained lightning trapped behind a force field.

“What is it?” Algernon asked Peggy who sent her mind into the Strange and asked the same question.

A creature of lightning, trapped. Came the unusually clear reply and the party boggled at the thought of a being of pure electricity and what it must have taken to capture it in the first place.

Rain watched the creature, following its gestures, the squeaks and sparks it made, but he could not determine a clear language.  Though the creature seemed angry, often in pain and was clearly frustrated by its imprisonment, he did not think it was intelligent and soon lost interest.  

Algernon found a bank of batteries, and the start of a plan started forming in his mind.  

“This room is above the High Energy lab. I bet blowing up these batteries would do serious damage to the lab below.” 

“How about the rest of the lab?” Bruce asked, and Algernon had to confess that the organimer the room was carved from and would absorb much of the shockwave.

“We’d destroy this space, maybe damage some of the lab but the other parts of the base are too far away.”  Algernon had to put his sabotage plans on hold for a second time.  

“Releasing the creature would probably cause some damage,” Peggy suggested, “It could attack the first thing it sees as well, which could be us if we time this wrong.”

At one side of the Powerplant, an elevator stood ready to take the group down to the High Energy Lab. Peggy, now more than her usual paranoid, checked the elevator for traps.  Rain watched Algernon as he moved around these spaces he’d known before.  Gone was his little kid brother from the flyer, here the survivalist walked, taking in the threats and opportunities to wreak havoc.  Here stalked the killer.

As a group, they took the cleared elevator and travelled down through the floor to the lab below.  Here a numb of the column above protruded through the floor and spider’s web of powerlines to various lab tables where experiments were in different levels of readiness.  Algernon knew this space well. He’d spent some time down here helping with experiments, though at the time the nature of those experiments had been different. Now the Doctor seemed to be focused on cybernetics and robotics.  The rest of the party fanned out, Peggy and Rain searching together for anything large enough to hold a person while Bruce, crowbar in hand, looked through stuff closer to the entrance.  Algernon did not leave the elevator.

A clatter from a pile of previously searched through robot parts made Peggy and Rain turn to face a  rising armed drone.  Bruce was ready with his crowbar and was first to act, piercing one of the drone’s rotors, grappling it in place.  A movement from another pile caught Rain’s attention as a creature the size of a fat guinea pig scrambled out from under robot parts.  With surprising agility, it’s stubbly malformed legs propelled it towards his chest.  Turning side on, Rain let the creature sail by, but not before getting a good look at the thing.  It was a walking blob of meat, most resembling a piece of artery or heart tissue.  The creature plopped onto the ground and hid under a table.  Not before Rain pointed it out to the rest of the group. 

Unfortunately, more trouble in the form of a second drone rose from a third pile of robotics scrap. It gave a cheery beep before launching a small missile directly at Algernon.  He ducked away, and the missile exploded behind him,  denting the back wall of the elevator.  The first drone lit a cutting torch and tried aiming at Bruce.  Using his crowbar as a lever, Bruce forced the torch away.

Peggy sent balls of plasma at the two drones, both finding their targets and linking the two with a blue arc of energy.  In its light, Algernon took a moment to study the drones, their strengths and weaknesses as Rain did the same, searching for the heart creature on the floor.  Bruce grabbed his crowbar two-handed and smashed the impaled drone into the ground, the drone broken into pieces scattering across the lab floor. The heart creature leapt up from a darkened corner at Bruce, he batted it away with his crowbar, sending it across the lab into another pile of scrap.

The second drone started shaking and giving off a high pitched whine.  Suddenly, a pulse of electromagnetic energy spread through the lab.  It momentarily sent Bruce’s head spinning and glitched out Algernon and Rain’s Allsong link for a moment, but Peggy the robot was not so fortunate.  Instantly, her hologram disappeared, and the box dropped from the air and crashed into the ground, one more piece of technological junk.

“The drones are called Scrap drones,” Algernon said, sharing the information he’d gathered from the Allsong, “The cutting torch, missiles and the EMP are their only weapons.  They’re weak at the joints, “ He pointed out to Bruce.

“The little creature is an angiophage. It will eat and replace your heart if you let it,” Rain grimaced, as he too shared what he’d discovered, “They’re an ugly assassins tool.”

As the EMP had also taken out his crossbow, Algernon threw it aside and prepared to catch the angiophage when it leapt out again.  He didn’t have to wait long.  As Rain moved to stimulate Bruce for his assault on the final scrap drone, the angeophage made its move on him.  Before he knew what was happening, the angeophage was wriggling impotent centimetres off his chest.  In one movement, Bruce easily swung his crowbar through the second drone and down on to the wriggling angiophage, smashing it to a pulp on the lab floor.

“Oh, did I miss something?” Peggy’s voice came from the box as it slowly started to right itself again.  The tableau of the three boys said it all, Rain clutching his chest, Algernon only now releasing the levitate and Bruce wiping the goo from his crowbar. “Sorry, I missed it.” She said as she went back to her searching.  

She didn’t find any stasis pods, nothing in the room was set up for bioengineering at all.  They did, however, find a few more cyphers, another grenade and a force armour.  

“I could make use of the grenade, Mr Bruce,” Said Algernon thinking of all the creative shenanigans he could get up with with a grenade.

“I don’t think so,” Bruce went to put the grenade away in his bag when Rain held out his hand for it.

“I could look after it for you,” He seemed to say in all sincerity, but Bruce’s instinct about the little man’s true intent asserted itself.  Was it the sparkle in the eyes?  A twitch of the mouth?

“Sure you could,” Bruce smiled and pocketed the grenade.

“Sorry, Algernon, I tried.” Rain said as Peggy handed him the force armour cypher.  Without a second thought, he put the small black box on his belt and turned it on.  The angeophage had come a little too close for comfort.

The High Energy Lab explored, and no notes of parents found the party took the elevator back to the Power plant.  Algernon posed a question to the Allsong, 

Does Doctor Strangelove know we’re here?

The answer was simple, No.

Peggy asked the Strange her own question,

“How many hours is Strangelove away?

Seven to eight hours, The Strange replied in her voice.

They had seven hours to explore the rest of the base, find what they were looking for, work out how to sabotage the Power plant force field and get out.  

And still have time to make Berkley for Peggy’s meeting with Noel. 

31. War and Consequences

The group have fought floor to floor clearing of Dr Strangelove’s Venom Troopers out of Ni’Challan’s space station in the Graveyard of the gods.  Aiding the enemy is a brother to Algernon, a powerful fighter and brilliant infiltrator on par with Algernon himself.  It is a battle of wits and brawn as the opposing sides regroup for one last push.

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Rain, Peggy, Uentaru and their four remaining venom troopers burst out of the elevator and started running around the exhibition space walkway.  They were most of a room and a hallway away, frustratingly far from a gunfight they could hear in the distance.  As they ran, Rain reached out and stimulated Peggy knowing that she was the faster of the two of them. He hoped she would get there in time.

Closer to the fighting, Bruce and Algernon huddled either side of the doorway leading to a large room already in the midst of battle. The room was flanked by a window looking out into space and felt more ultilatarian than the rest of the station they had seen.  As they dodged the cannon fire of two Brute Venom Troopers, a second wave of allied troopers poured out of a gate in the hallway behind them and started returning fire.

Algernon took some time scanning the room.  This place was lacking the forcefields and exhibits of the other areas and seemed to contain more crates for storage with computers for the management of the rest of the complex.  Behind a group of enemy troopers, he could just see a control panel in a wall beside the long window. Out of the corner of his eye, a movement and a small cylinder flew through the air towards him.  His counterpart had thrown another cypher.  Algernon dodged aside and let the cylinder skitter around the hallway before levitating it back into the battle.  From experience, his counterpart was too hard a target, so he directed the canister towards the group of venom troopers closest to the control panel. Before it had a chance to reach the ground, the canister exploded creating a blue dome of energy that quickly dissolved leaving three frozen troopers, caught in the moment of the detonation.

Weapon’s fire to the right of their doorway drew the boys attention to another room and a fight with more of the enemy.  It seemed there were more allies in the space station fighting back against the invaders.  In contrast, outside the long window, Strangelove’s ship loomed.  Two small dots ejected from the body of the vessel and silently grew larger.

Bruce wanted the little pipsqueak that was causing them so much grief, but that individual had disappeared in the chaos of battle.  Instead, he consoled himself with shooting the two Brutes. Both shots went wide, one lost in the battle, the other, through one end of the long window.   In morbid fascination, Bruce could do nothing but stare as spider-web cracking appeared around the small projectile hole, beyond it, nothing but the vaccum of space.

In the T-Rex exhibition space, Uentaru sprinted keeping up with the group as Peggy raced ahead on her bird-like cyborg legs.  In a few strides, she was down the hallway where the boys held their position.  Between them, the shimmer of the frozen force field still held.  Pushing her speed as fast it would go, she raced through the force field, feeling the bite of the bitter cold for only a moment before she was out the other side and with Algernon and Bruce. 

Venom troopers, having dealt with the turret now turned their attentions on the invaders from behind, two shooting at Bruce and one on Algernon.  From the cover of bulkheads, the boys were safe from their attacks.  One stepped out further than the rest to get a better shot and exposed itself in the process.  An orange beam of light streaked out from the room to the right and destroyed the reckless Venom Trooper.  The cavalry arrived in the form of the clay golem as it lumbered into the room, but no sign of the orange laser wielder.

Out of the midst of the enemy lines the doppelganger lurked, a large energy rifle aimed at Bruce. Blue bolt shot through the chaos, hitting Bruce. Crackling electricity crawled across his armour sparking at exposed skin but doing little but drawing attention to the shooter.  Now Bruce knew where the pipsqueak had gone, and he drew a bead on his target.

Algernon was still thinking.  He watched as the two dots in the widow grew large,  rectangular and ominous.  He watched the troops trying to take control of the space.

What does Doctor Strangelove want here that she’s investing so much?  If we found it first, could we make them come to us?

Second thought lets not do that.

And with that idea in mind, he raced across the battleground behind the Venom troopers frozen in time and closer to the control panel.

There was no mistaking them now, two troop carriers were lining themselves up to clamp to the side of the space station, directly onto the room they were currently fighting.

“Incoming troop landers, quick!” Bruce yelled as he fired his gun, one each on the two Brutes still dominating the centre of the room and one of the pipsqueak. The first shot hit, making the Brute rock, but the other two miss their targets, the human once more disappearing into the battle.

With troop carriers positioning themselves to deliver their cargo, Peggy went to work getting rid of the last of the old Venom troopers left in the battle.  The three frozen in time became her main interest as she started blasting away at them with her hand cannon. Powering up she hoped to blast them all away with one hit. Unfortunately tough exoskeletons meant that when the smoke cleared, two of the three figures were still standing.  The third lay in pieces all around.

Rain reached the ice wall with the allied troopers and Uentaru.  Laying down his hand of light, he made a small gap in the ice field that he quickly slipped through. The venom troopers just ran through without regard to their safety, and one died, frozen in the field.  The three remaining joined their comrades from the second portal to lay down a stream of covering fire.  Uentaru walked through, her shields taking the brunt of the cold damage.  She winced as she stepped out, ready for the next phase of the battle.

As the golem menaced the last remaining burnt venom troopers, the doppelganger threw another cypher into the midst of battle.  It fell to the floor with a thud, spewing thick cloud from both ends, obscuring vision throughout the whole room.

What’s he up to now? Algernon thought as the cloud obscured what he was up to as well.  Carefully, he moved a crate closer to the control panel and opened the door, exposing the computer systems inside.

In the fog, only sound told the tale. A heavy thug coinciding with the crack of an exoskeleton informed them the golem had found his target.  Clunk! Clunk!  The room shook as the troop carriers connected to the station’s hull.

Bruce gave up his range attacks and pulled out his crowbar.  Leaping into the fray he dodged a number of attacks on him before he found his prey. In the smoke, he found the youth that had evaded him throughout the battle and slugged him hard with the crowbar.  He should have gone down under the blow, many larger enemies had, but the boy just turned in surprise and looked up at Bruce.

“Now lie down and stay down!” Bruce bellowed into his face.

Across the room, Peggy was still trying to destroy the frozen venom troopers.  Shooting again, one shattered into thousands of tiny shards, only one more to go.  Darting in ahead of her, Rain made straight for where he last saw Algernon before the smoke obscured everything.  Reaching his brother’s side, he used a cypher to create a mind-link between the two of them.  The communication passed in a flash of thought.

I have options for you. Strangelove may appear at any moment.  You can have a boost like that in the exhibition space, or if you think she may have some voice control over you, I can suggest that whatever she says sounds like nonsense to you.  

Okay.  Why?

You understand the enemy better than me and…I want to give you the choice.

Okay, I like the second idea very much.

Rain nodded and turned his attention to the battle around them.

The battle was at its peak.  Fighting from the northern room was now spilling into the control centre.  Blue outlines marked where lasers cut entrances for the troop carriers’ were forming.  Uentaru entered the battlefield blowing away the last of the frozen venom troopers in front of Peggy.  The doppelganger slipped away from Bruce and ran towards the other room as his counterpart used a cypher to boost his intellect and started the most crucial data dive of his life.

Schematics of the space station.  

Where are they going?

What does she want?

The two thoughts lead his search as he worked through lists of collected items.  In a separate file marked, Private Collection  he found one exhibit that drew his attention, 

Fragment of a planetvore collected in destroyed recursion…

Through the mind-link, he passed the information onto Rain who groaned at the implications.  In the smoke, the Golem was unseen, but not unheard as another venom trooper was crushed under its massive fist.  Above their heads, a small bullet hole into space whistled and expanded.   Rain peered through the smoke to see a person dart out of the room to the north to a central control centre, shooting a venom trooper as he passed.

Ni’Challan!

Relief and happiness made Rain’s light bloom in the fog.  Drawing it together, he formed a tower shield and placed it between the Ni’Challan and a group of troopers following him, two Brutes and a new group of Venom troopers.  Uentaru ran across the battlefield and wedged herself in behind Ni’Challan.  Using the hard-light tower shield as cover, she shot at the latest wave of Venom troopers that had followed Ni’Challan.

Amid the fighting, Bruce was surrounded by the two Brutes that had dominated the battle only moments ago.  One tackled Bruce, pinning him to the ground as the other swung a metal-clad foot back and tried kicking him.  Though prone, he was able to move and wriggled aside as the boot clanged off his armour harmlessly.  Peggy seeing Bruce’s predicament called out,
“Deep breath!” and inserted a cypher into her cannon.  The cypher, canister ammunition shot out over the three struggling figures and exploded, forming a thick cloud of hallucinogenic gas.  The two Brutes instantly stopped fighting Bruce, the one holding him lay down beside him, hugging him like a favourite teddy, the other found the spider-web like crack in the window fascinating.  Bruce swung out with his crowbar at the one holding him, but the bear hug was restrictive, and he didn’t connect with the blow.

Blind to almost everything happening around him, Algernon continued to search the computers for a strategic solution to their problem.  In a fight of attrition, they were going to lose, so they needed to change the battlefield in their favour, use the environment to gain an advantage.  He found the life support systems and the gravity for the station.  Isolating just the battle room, he went to work setting up a delay while letting Rain know what he was doing.  Through the link, he felt Rain nodd and give thanks before moving to put the plan into action.

Through the bullet hole, the smoke slowly vented into space.  The battlefield cleared.  The golem charged the two Brutes in the doorway to the second room as Uentaru shot the Venom Troopers. Across the way, the new openings fell from the bulkheads revealing two new Brutes and half a dozen further Venom Troopers reinforcements. 

Bruce hits the Brute still cuddling him and wriggled free as Rain ran across the space, replenishing the light shield on Ni’Challan and yelling,

“Get ready to run!” He yelled, pointed at the other room, its doorway currently filled by two Brutes their troops and the Golem.

Bruce climbed out of the snuggle of Brutes to see the cracks in the window, now across its full width.  He’d heard the cry to leave but wasn’t ready to flee the fight just yet.  Instead, he threw himself into the melee at the door, swinging his crowbar at one of the Brutes.  As Rain ran passed, a touch and a one-word message, “Run!” As the energy of the Strange flowed through Bruce.

Peggy heard the call and fired a plasma arc at the two Brutes as she charged the doorway.  Electricity sizzled above her head as she ran between them. Troopers’ force bolts hit her metal body, but not before she’s able to make it through the group at the door and into the next room.  Here, Doctor Strange’s deputy in the battle was tinkering once more at another control panel.  With only one enemy in her sights, Peggy ran across the room charging the doppelganger where he worked.  Even distracted, he was quicker and moved out of the way, but her actions had forced him to stop his work. He glared at her with anger that Peggy had never seen on Algernon’s face. Abandoning his work, the doppelganger swung a punch at Peggy that clanged off her metal armour.

Algernon set his delayed disaster to go and ran across the room through Vemon trooper fire from both sides.  Allied and enemy alike fell into the crossfire between the two sides as one by one Peggy, Rain, Algernon, Ni’Challan and Uentaru ran for the doorway.  In the fight between the golem and the two Brutes, Ni’Challan shot one as the Golem pounded the face of the other.  The Brute tried punching back but miss as across the battlefield fresh troops carriers opened fire on the escaping enemy.  Algernon, Uentaru and Rain all dodge and weaved their respective force bolts not finding their targets.

Algernon, the last through the door, looked back on the scene of battle.  The doors would close at any second, and the two Brutes were still inside.  Levitating one of the many crates that filled this room, he threw it at the Brute fighting Bruce.  It was enough to push it through the door as the gravity of the battle room switched, and Venom trooper, crates and broken turret fell towards the compromised window. He had the satisfaction of seeing the window explode out into space, and everything sucked out into the void before the doors shut before him.

The golem brought its two clay hands together on the head of the last Brute and crushed it into its body.  The Brute slumped to the floor.  That left the remaining enemy, Algernon’s look-a-like, fighting Peggy across the room.  Peggy sent a plasma arc towards the youth who once more dodged it with his preternatural speed.  Now bereft of enemies, Bruce once more pulled out his gun, took careful aim and shot the distracted youth.  Able to dodge a lone enemy, the doppelganger could not avoid two enemies at once, and the bullet passed through his shielding and struck.  He collapsed into a small heap in the corner, and the battle was finally over.  Outside the window Doctor Strangelove’s ship turned and started moving away from the space station, its army of clones destroyed.

Rain was oblivious to the battle in the corner as he ran to Ni’Challan, ready to embrace the man before realising it would be unappreciated and quickly brought his arms down to his side.  

“Good to see you well, sir.” He said, stiffly as Ni’Challan checked the health of his home through a control panel.

“Hm…yes. Who are these people?”

“Venom troopers from Ruk, Algernon has deduced they’re here for a remnant of a planetvore in your collection.”

Ni’Challan’s  face grew serious as he focused on the task before him, “That’s serious, indeed.”

The fight in the corner won, Algernon walked over and pulled out his crossbow aiming it at the unconscious figure.

“Algernon?” Peggy said, unsure what she should do next and concerned by the look on Algernon’s face.  She sat staring up at her companion as Bruce put away his gun and started walking over.

It can’t be allowed to live, Filtered through the mind-link to Rain who until that point had not been paying attention to the fight or its outcome.

Don’t you dare, He replied mentally.  Torn now between checking in with Ni’Challan and the big trouble brewing just a few metres away, he guiltily stayed by Ni’Challan feeling like a small child by its parent’s side while his friends fought.  It is then that Bruce arrived and saw the boy was still alive. 

For the first time in the battle, he saw the look -a-like not as an adversary, but as a human kid, at least by Earth standards.  Giving a fleeting thought to Algernon as he ‘stood guard’, Bruce quietly knelt between the boy and Algernon’s crossbow and pulled out his first aid kit.  His fingers numb and shaking, he couldn’t seem to concentrate on what he was doing. Silently, Peggy’s hands took the medical supplies and started applying them to the boy’s wounds as Bruce just sat back and watched.

Algernon froze. His whole life and experience told him that the creature was dangerous and would only cause him and his family harm.  Like cancer, it should be quickly cut out for the good of the whole.  And yet, here was Bruce and Peggy healing the thing, and Rain telling him, not asking him, to stop.  The wavering point of the bolt dropped, and Algernon could do nothing but walk away.

The air whistled through the internal door to the control centre, reminding everyone that beyond its meagre seal, the vacuum of space lay.

“Is there somewhere safer than here?” Rain prompted Ni’Challan who flicked a few switches and all around the party the sound solid metal crashed down.  Blast shields in place, there was no place safer in the whole broken space station.

“He’ll be out for a day or two,” Peggy finally announced once she finished patching up the boy as best he could.  Beside her lay the boy’s possessions, a few cyphers that she now took an interest in as Bruce stumbled away.  Amongst the lot was an item of very rare engineering.  Meant to sit on a belt it created permanent shields, much like the one that Algernon himself generated.  As a tech-based solution, it could be used indefinitely.  Peggy carefully put away the cyphers and the field generator and headed over the Ni’Challan to asking him a question.

“Hey kid, “ Bruce said his voice raspy as he came up beside Algernon. Algernon lay, curled up in the opposite corner from his look-a-like, his crossbow resting his arms.

“Did I miss something? What was the crossbow for?”

“We don’t leave enemies alive, Mr Bruce.” Algernon words came out forced and hard between clenched teeth, “We just don’t.”

“But, he’s just a kid, “ Bruce’s eyes drift across to where the boy lay silent and still, “ I shot him three times, I don’t shoot kids.”

“You should have made it four,” Algernon replied now sitting up to see Bruce better.  Bruce looked haunted, a look of horror and guilt came over his face every time he looked at the boy across the way.

Algernon made an exasperated sound at the emotions on display. “He…we were never kids, Mr Bruce,” Algernon confessed before laying back down, curling up and eventually falling asleep.

“Do you have a lab onboard?” Peggy asked Ni’Challan, joining the group at the computer console.  

“A small one, why?”

“Can I use it, I just want to run a little comparative DNA analysis.”

“I afraid the lab is not that advanced.”

Thoughts of Peggy’s lab reminded Rain of the beacons, particularly the one that led to the Graveyard. Suddenly all the guilt for the death and destruction lay heavily on him and needed confessing.

“Ni’Challan, I need to tell you something. We inadvertently left a bug last time we were here. It’s what led the ship to you.”

“How do you inadvertently leave a bug?” Ni’Challan’s blue eye now cold turned on Rain, and he felt their sting.  Peggy pointed at the sleeping Algernon.

“Him,”

“We didn’t know we were leaving them until a few days ago and then we didn’t make the connection to you until we found out a party we were investigating had left suddenly about the same time.  Algernon made the connection to you.  We can as soon as we knew.”

“Huh, I’ll keep an eye out, give a description and I’ll set my scanners to look for them”  He replied perfunctorily and went back to his work.

“Sir, Ruk knows about you now. The one we followed here, we will be dealing with, but the ones that helped us with support…” Rain let the sentence hang, having no idea was the Quiet Cabal would do with someone like Ni’Challan, “Is that going to be a problem?”

“We shall see, I suspect,” Ni’Challan replied stoically and gave no clue to Rain about how he thought on the subject.  

Rain sighed.  He’d forgotten Ni’Challan was almost a stranger.  Only to him did the relationship of a few hours mean so much.  Even the leaving of the card was the planting of a seed that he never took any care in tending.  Rain had so much he wanted to say, but all seemed so out of place amongst the ruins of the man’s home.  Knowing that Ni’Challan was still alive would have to be enough for now.  Excusing himself, Rain left Ni’Challan and Uentaru to talk to Bruce.

Bruce by this time had returned to the kid’s side, just staring.  The stillness from the usually active and vital Bruce was disconcerting.  Rain walked up and crouched beside him,

“Tell me what you’re thinking?”

“Wha?” The far away looked quickly flickered to Bruce’s sharp-eye angry stare and Rain had to sit down to stop for backing away.

“I’m…very angry at you,” 

“Okay,” He had no idea what he’d done wrong now, but better a Bruce angry at him for some slight than silent brooding Bruce, “So, hit me with it.”

“You…bonded to that naive kid, force yourself on him like…” Bruce searched for a hard enough word and found it, “…like you raped him.”

In reference to the Bloodbrother bond Rain had initiated as they translated into Ruk, It was a slap in the face to Rain. Hadn’t he wanted to do the best for Algernon? Indeed, Algernon himself had accepted the bloodbrother pact well, creating a similar link between the two of them through the Allsong. No rape was the wrong word… rape was the stealing of innocence and safety from the other person.  The gesture had meant the complete opposite,  physical sign of the security there was between them.  He glanced at Algernon in the corner; good intentions had a way of really messing you up.

“Harsh, but I see your position,” He replied finally, “At the time I didn’t think I had a choice, things were moving too fast for me and I needed Algernon to know he wasn’t alone.”

Bruce expression drifted away from Rain as his attention slipped back to the new kid.  Good intentions once again were finding a way to messing up Bruce too. Rain could think of no words.  Instead, he kneeled beside Bruce and hugged him.  The response was swift and final.

“Urgh! Get off me!” Exclaimed Bruce and elbowed Rain in a response more akin to a kid being kissed than an adult brushing off unwanted attention.  Still injured from the blast by the cannon, the elbow made contact with injured ribs.  Pain lanced through Rain, freezing the breath in his lungs.  The corners of his vision greyed as he fell away from Bruce and into a dead faint.

Hours later Rain awoke still lying beside Bruce and Peggy.  He felt better for the long rest.  It seemed he hadn’t slept in days and the extended rest had chased away the last of the cobwebs.  Opposite, his arms wrapped around his legs, Algernon just stared at the three of them. 

“We should have just killed him,” Algernon said, it didn’t need spelling out who he meant.

“I would have been like killing you?” Rain replied quietly as not to disturb the others.

“What? Like killing myself?”

Rain nodded, surprised by the turn of phrase, “Something like that.”

“He could be just mind-controlled, he doesn’t know any better, he’s just a kid,” Bruce replied, seemingly not as asleep as Rain had thought.

“Every enemy left is an enemy at our back,” Algernon countered, a cynical statement from a life of battle.

“Every enemy spared is a potential ally,” Rain replied, also from a lifetime of experience, “And what an ally he can be.  Smart, knowledgeable, fast and ruthless. Just like you.”

“He’s just a kid,” Bruce repeated, the fact now haunting them all as it haunted him.

“He’s not a kid, and neither am I,” Algernon said with the first notes of loss Rain had ever heard from his friend, “I know I say I’m just a kid, but I’m not. I watch documentaries. I know what kids are meant to be. We’re something different.  I don’t know what we are.”

“What, no childhood memories?” It was Peggy now also awake a listening.  Rain sat up to watch his friends.

Algernon was thinking back on his life, a probably more demanding task than he had trying to workout out how to destroy a roomful of enemy soldiers.  

“My…memories are…fragments…going back maybe two years.  I remember helping Doctor Strangelove in the lab and then… out fighting.”  He thought again, and Rain longed to look in on the process of Algernon sifting through his splintered life.  Eventually, he shook his head, giving up, “I was never a baby, never a little kid.”

“Never?” 

“That I remember.”

Peggy fell silent and looked pensive.  She’d always known there was something odd about the boy.  Eventually, she too nodded her head and accepted the truth.

A few hours later, after giving their goodbyes to Ni’Challan, the group translated back, the unconscious boy specifically placed between Peggy and Bruce in the circle.

They returned directly to the labs of the Quiet Cabal who were pleased to see them and had made preparations for their return.  They had found the location of the secret lab and had prepared transport for the party to get out to the site.  They quickly found a room to put the still unconscious kid while the group cleaned up, ate and relaxed before preparing to head back out to find the Doctor Strangelove’s lab.

Peggy, as usual, found her relaxation in the lab.  A simple DNA comparison between Algernon and the new boy.  When Rain caught wind of her testing, he offered up a suggestion,

“Test your DNA as well,” He said and realised she was in her holographic robot form.  Not even cyborg here with some human to test with, this version of Peggy as all synthetic and had nothing with which to experiment.

“Why in God’s name would I do that?” She asked, curious as to the purpose of this endeavour.

“Nevermind, I would have liked to have seen a comparison between the boys and a fully grown human. You keep going on about telemites being short…or something. ” He lied smoothly. 

“Telomeres,” Peggy corrected, “Oh, alright. I have my DNA sequence memorised.”

Peggy sent up the DNA testing for Algernon and the still unknown boy as Rain and Algernon hung around watching.  When the results came through she set up two DNA sequences side by side and pointed out the features.

“Now, see here, the ends of the DNA sequences are shortened, we think that was because they were artificially made from the parents’ DNA.  As to the parents, the DNA sequence both hold enough evidence to prove they both had one of each and that they happened to be the same individuals. It’s not surprising.”

She then pulled up a third sequence that to Rain’s eyes looked identical to the other two, 

“Now this is the sequence of a fully grown adult, female with undamaged telomeres and…” She stopped talking for a moment as her holographic hand moved from one sequence to the other two.  Rain silently watched as the hologram glitched and faltered.  The box that held the intelligence of Doctor Peggy Martin fell out of the air and bounced once on the floor. Rain picked it up, pleased that one of his conspiracy theories had been proven right.

“What just happened to Doctor Peggy?” Algernon asked, coming over to see the results for himself.

“You’d be able to tell me better than I can tell you, but I believe she’s just gone from stepmother to sister,” Rain smirked, pleased with himself.

Algernon took no time to confirm the fact.  As incredible as it may seem, each of the individuals on display were related and had the same two parents.

“You knew, how did you work it out?”

Rain’s self-satisfied smirk faulted a little at this point.

“Well, I would exactly say worked it out…more of a hunch.  Quickened are rare and yet here we are all four of us, you two being particularly interesting being both listed as the Paradox type, at least by the literature I’ve read.”

  “If you are fifteen years old, and I must admit that is looking unlikely now, it fitted in with the time of Peggy’s parents’ disappearance being approximately twenty years ago.  You are human, and we don’t know of too many abducted humans, though again I admit that there are probably many other abducted people they could have been.”

  “Peggy has always been adamant that the Rockwheelers lived underground and the lab is underground. I don’t know where the water comes in, maybe a trip to the labs will answer that one too.”

  “I guess, what it comes down to is that Peggy made a Strange machine to look for her parents.  Not just a weird machine, but a machine that uses the Strange.  She longed to find her lost family, and the first time she turned on the machine…it found you.” He gestured to Algernon, “You being dragged to Earth was not a mistake, just not intentional.”

“What sort of people were Doctor Peggy’s parents that they could make three quickened children?” Algernon finally asked after working through Rain’s convoluted thinking.

“I would suspect, very gifted ones.”

Bruce hadn’t left the kids side.  

Rain took the Peggy box to see him in his contemplation.  When first he saw the silent box, Bruce couldn’t help but ask,

“What happened to her?”

“She found out they’re related,” Rain gestured to the figure on the bed.

“Not Algernon and…” He gestured to the bed as well.

“That too.  All three.  Siblings.”  Happy to share his confirmed theory again, he sat down in a nearby seat and shared the story of the DNA results.

“So she went into a Robo-coma?” Bruce asked once all the story was out to Rain’s satisfaction.

“It was a lot for her to take in,” He tapped the metal body making an empty ringing sound, “I thought you could relate to Peggy right now.”

Either the tapping on her metal body or saying her name did the trick as soon as Rain finished his sentence, Peggy’s box floated back up to usually operational height and started flying away.

“I have to leave…” Her tinny voice coming through even more distracted than usual.

“And not save your parents?” Rain said over his shoulder and was rewarded by another clang as Peggy once more fell to the ground.  He went and picked her up.

“Don’t go to Earth Peggy. There’s nothing for you there.”  He said gently, bringing her back into the sick room and sitting down.

“Wha…what about my family?” She asked, referring to her brother and grandmother, whose lives seemed to go along quite happily without her.

“Your family is here on Ruk,” He soothed, “Your brothers, us…your parents.”

The box shuddered and fell silent once more. Rain sighed.  

Two broken souls here and one lost one up in the labs, He thought and wondered if Algernon heard.  It didn’t matter.  They’d been there for him, and he’d be there for them.  Rocking the Peggy box, he sat in silence with Bruce while keeping his Allsong link open for Algernon.

In Rain’s world, things were looking up.

29. The secret deeds of Doctor Strangelove

Harmonious, the Glistening City and jewel of Ruk.  Our group have received an invitation to talk to a representative from the Quiet Cabal, an important faction in Harmonious.  Though outwardly the Quiet Cabal is on good relations with the Estate, Algernon’s own experiences with Ruk life have the whole group questioning their intentions with them in general and specifically with their wayward enemy operative.

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The Quiet Cabal headquarters building was a marvel of architecture.  Tall and incredibly thin it made a pure needle-like projection into the skyline of Harmonious.  As the group walked up the front gates, noting the people scanning holographic passes and walking through, Algernon asked a question of the Allsong.

Is Doctor Strangelove on the way or at the Graveyard of the machine god?

Yes, Came the definite reply.

Now he knew where Doctor Strangelove had taken herself in such a hurry. He also suspected he knew why she’d taken this time to go. Peggy determined a beacon had been placed there.  Keeping this information to himself, he followed Bruce and the others into the foyer of the building and up to the front desk.

“Holograms out!  Holograms out!” An officious security guard called from behind the desk to the respectably dressed office and other technical workers as they filed past, “Yes, what do you want?”  

Without Rain’s soothing frontman persona, Bruce had taken the lead into the building.  Reluctantly, he stepped up to the counter as the guard caught his eye.

“We’ve been invited to see someone…” He started confidently enough but realised he had no idea who had arranged the meeting.

“We are here to see Tabaseth,” Rain supplied smoothly, stepping back to allow Bruce to continue.

“Yes, him,”  Bruce added.

“A moment please, “ The guard put through a call via an internal network.  The group could see his lips move as he spoke, but no sound was made.  For those who could read lips, it was a perfunctory conversation confirming they had arrived that lasted no more than a few minutes.  

“Tabaseth will be with you shortly,” The guard returned to Bruce, just a little more respectfully this time now they were guests of the management.

Tabaseth did not keep them waiting and was soon bustling towards them, a respectable member of a respectable organisation.

“Greetings, you say you’re from The Estate?” Tabaseth moved from face to face until Bruce spoke up for the party.

“We are,” He replied simply.  The response seemed inadequate and Bruce was sure he could hear Rain in  back of his mind say “…thank you for seeing us at such short notice…” or “ …apologies for the abruptness of our arrival…”

“Please, follow me.” Tabaseth didn’t seem to mind though and led the group into lifts that took them up several floors into the heart of the building.  Here a small conference room had put aside for their meeting and Bruce looked to Rain to see if he would take up the task of communicating to Tabaseth.

“Our mission, “ Rain started without preamble, “for some time has been following the trail of Spiral Dust users and dealers on Earth and off. Recently, this mission has been hampered by a memory block on this one.” He gestured to Algernon who suddenly looked awkward being the centre of attention.

“We believe that the memory tampering was done by a Doctor Strangelove, a Ruk scientist,” Bruce added.

“…allegedly,”  Rain interjected, still a stickler for diplomatic language use.

“Doctor Strangelove of the Karum?” Tabaseth asked, confirming Bruce’s information from the Allsong.

“Yes.”

Now Tabaseth turned his attention to Algernon as if sizing up an interesting if not dangerous specimen.

“You are one of her creations?” Algernon nondded. “Amazing you didn’t set off our security when you arrived.” He said, not to Algernon but more to himself, “Well, we shall soon look into this, “ To the group as a whole he now turned, “The Quiet Cabal would be happy to help you with this problem,”

“Yeah, gives them a chance to poke around with the competition’s technology,” Peggy mumbled to no one in particular.

“Have you a scientist that can oversee the testing?” Tabaseth and the group almost as one gestured to the floating box.  Peggy projected her hologram and nodded to the Quiet Cabal representative.

“This is Peggy.  She is considered one of The Estates leading minds.”

At the sight of Peggy, Tabaseth was taken aback and spent a moment or two taking in this new form of life.  The distraction gave Algernon a moment to slip back from the conference table and towards the door.  It was only Tabaseth’s gesture toward’s a security button that sent him back to the conference table.  Rain took Algernon’s hand in his.

“About Doctor Strangelove, couldn’t we get the police to arrest her?” Bruce asked, bringing the conversation back around to the real culprit.

“I’m afraid that it’s not that easy.  The law can not touch her.”

“She controls the law?” Bruce was horrified.

“She has a lot of political influence, I’m afraid while on Ruk we can’t touch her.

“But while she’s off-world, would that be something you would consider?” Rain asked matter of factly.

“Yes, we had heard she put together a raiding party of venom troops, but our information didn’t tell us where she was going.”

Now that all the party had been in Ruk for a while and experienced the Allsong, they had seen the advertisements put up by the Zal Corporation for their latest and greatest clone shock troops.  The lineage between the Venom troops and the vat rejects was obvious for those looking, and showed how much power the individual factions wielded in Ruk.

But, just where the elusive Doctor Strangelove had gone was a mystery, to most.

“What if she took those Vemon troopers back to the Estate?” Bruce asked, saying what everyone was thinking.  Both Rain and Algernon shook their heads.

“The majority of Earth do not know about Ruk.  Would she be so reckless as to destroy that advantage for one strategic strike?”  Rain turned to look at Tabaseth.

“Besides, the venom troops would have to follow Earth laws once they got there, their weird science advantage would be lost.”

“Peggy’s old house?”

“Why? There’s nothing there, and why now, it’s been abandoned almost a year.”

The group started going through beacon location and an alarm set off in Rain’s logic pathways.

Brother, is there a beacon at the Graveyard of the machine god?  He asked Algernon via their link. 

Yes, that’s where she’d gone. Algernon replied the same way.  

Rain turned to Bruce, “We need to leave, we need to leave now.” Rain said with such conviction that it bordered on panic.

“Before we’ve had a chance to examine your friend?” Tabaseth asked oblivious to the communication going on around him.

“Just a moment, sir,” Bruce interjected, “This is the most emotion I’ve seen out of this one since we got here.”  He turned to Rain, “ Can it wait until we sort Algernon out?”

The imperative to leave now and to protect Ni’Challan, was overridden by the need of the Bloodbrother.  Algernon’s abilities would be important for any rescue attempt.  His importance had been further reinforced by the reciprocation of the blood pact Algernon had made when establishing the link between the two of them.  They were in Ruk to help Algernon, nothing worthwhile could be achieved until that was done.  To the logic-driven Rain, Algernon’s needs at that moment were more important than one old man.

“Yes,” Rain finally said and fell silent, letting the discussion of Algernon’s testing to flow around him.

“Well then, follow me and I will introduce you to Giqabee,” Tabaseth said with an air of pride as he led the group of the conference room and up several more floors to what was a laboratory wing.  Here they were introduced to two individuals, Giqabee a stout woman of middle age and a tall thin man by the name of Torquel.  Together they would run a number of tests to determine Algernon’s origins and what had been done to him

“Now please, for the sake of Algernon I’d like you to clearly tell him what you will be doing,” Bruce said remembering the many awful snippets Algernon had told them of his life on Ruk, “ Full disclosure and you will do nothing without permission, is that acceptable?” He turned to both the two scientists and Algernon, all who agreed, the scientists a little more heartily than Algernon.

“Yes, Mr Bruce.”

“Well I’ll get started with a simple DNA analysis, find out what our young friend here didn’t trip our security, “ Giqabee laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood.  It didn’t work, “While that’s happening we’ll do a brain scan, non-intrusive, of course, while Torquel will run a psych evaluation.”
“Oh, I can pass those,” Algernon responded planning to get at least one over the scientists.

“We’re all sure you can fool the test, Algernon,” Bruce said staying clear of the bustling scientists around the young man, “In this case it may be better to answer truthfully.”

“They’re more diagnostic than for determining aptitude, “ Torquel added, “It will tell us what’s going on in that brain of yours.  I must say,” Torquel now turned his attention to  Algernon as Tabaseth had, like examining something very rare and not a person at all, “If he is a clone, he’s a very high fidelity one.  I don’t think I examined such a clearly defined personality before.” 

Algernon took the psychologist’s statement as a compliment.  The rest of the group could not say the same.  It led Bruce to ask Tabaseth a few questions. 

“Tell me, what would you normally do if you found such a clone?”

“You must understand that we do have clone infiltrations from the Karum on occasion. Unlike your companion, they come in covertly with none of your party’s goodwill and honesty.  If a clone was found and it was not one of ours, we would interrogate and dispose of them, naturally.”  Tabaseth explained clearly, seemingly having some understanding about the Earthlings squeamishness around the rights of clones.

“He is a highly regarded member of this group,” Rain interjected as if putting a stamp of ownership on this wayward clone.

Now having inserted himself into the conversation, Rain turned it towards topics closer to their mission.

“Tabaseth, we have information that shows that Earth has been set up as a beacon to a being in The Strange.  We have reason to believe that this being to be a planetovore.  Knowing your people’s history with such a being, this one would be interested in learning what you know.”

“Indeed, could I look at your information on this?” 

Rain pulled out his mind map, the summary of everything they knew on Spiral Dust and its link to the potential planet eater.  As he stepped aside with Tabaseth to work through the details, a message came through from Algernon over their connected link, 

Don’t tell them too much, I don’t trust them.

Understood, Came the simple reply as the logical mind sorted the essential information from the personal and left with Tabaseth to another room.

Now that the Quiet Cabal scientists were starting their testing. Algernon’s thought literally focused on the lead scientist who was taking a blood sample for DNA testing.

Such an intriguing specimen, I wonder how it got past our security?  I didn’t realise Strangelove was this good…can’t wait to get to work.

Something in Algernon’s demeanour at that point prompted Peggy to ask,

“For safety, would you like to mind link?”

“No!” 

“Really, after all this time?” Her genuine offer of comfort rebuffed, Peggy took offence, “Have I ever invaded your privacy, or experimented without express permission?”

“You’ve been very subtle that way.” Algernon responded, his inbuilt distrust of Doctor’s being revealed, “Doctor Peggy, in  the documentaries, when the older apologies to the younger, one usually dies.” He then added, “Usually the older.”

“Well, then you’re safe,” Peggy scoffed, on the assumption that his visual age of fourteen was his true one.

“Are you okay, Doctor Peggy?”

“Death is a natural part of life and to be expected.” She sighed, and let the Ruk scientists maneuver Algernon into a scanner.  Looking much like much like an x-ray, the scanner showed live images of brain activity.  As Algernon moved his telepathic link from Giqabee to her offsider, Torquel, an area in his frontal lobes flared and startled the psychologist.

“Is it always so active?” Torquel asked no one in particular.

“Yes, except when it’s like this,” Algernon replied and let go his focus on the psychologist’s thoughts.  The lights at the front of the brain faded.

“Oh, that is intriguing,” Torquel added and made a note.

Torquel brought up a set of questions on his datapad and started running Algernon through them, noting the parts of the brain that responded.  Nervous at the Ruk scientific attention, when Giqabee made a start at something she had discovered in the DNA, his telepathic link automatically asserted itself to find out what the issue was.  That made Torquel start once more.

“You’ll find that’s an involuntary defence mechanism, “Peggy bluffed, sure she knew what was setting off the flares in the brain scan.  Even Bruce figured out the link.

“If you’re doing stuff right now, you may want to let it go, “ Bruce said cryptically to Algernon nodded back.

“Yes, sir.”

“You do seem a little jittery,” Torquel said to Algernon, “What can I do to help you relax?”

“Send me back to Earth, “ Algernon responded instantly.

“With a world eater coming?” Peggy asked, “Wouldn’t here be safer?”

“We can go anywhere from Earth,”

“And from here too, ten more minutes,” Peggy soothed

As the testing progressed, more exclamation of excitement came from the two doctors. 

What if we translated, right now? Algernon sent to Rain over their private link.

Patience, brother. Was the terse reply.

Rain was patiently discussing the end of the Earth with Tabaseth as Algernon was experimented on floors away and  Doctor Strangelove edge closer to Ni’Challan.  Even in his current partitioned self, Rain was having a tough time focusing his thoughts.

“Making the whole Earth a beacon, like the one you suggest, is ingenious, “ Tabaseth mused theoretically, “But, why go to all that trouble.  Doctor Strangelove is a leading figure in high energy particle physics.  Sabotaging your Hadron Collider would be easy for someone such as her.”

“So, you believe the Doctor would use more direct methods?” Rain thought for a moment, “Our investigations have shown a clear link to Crows Hollow and we would indeed be there now if not for Algernon’s condition.”

Tabaseth shook his head slowly, “We know of no links to Crows Hollow, you are certainly more advanced on this investigation that we are.”

“And the Karum, it is not their usual M.O. to work through third parties, such as Crows Hollow?”

“Not to our knowledge, no.”

What had seemed so obvious when the group arrived in Ruk, now seemed far fetched.  Though the Karum faction would love to see Earth destroyed, the elaborateness of the plan didn’t seem to fit with their usual way of working.  At least as far as Tabaseth was concerned.  Rain did not feel that Tabaseth was lying, but was he providing the whole truth, and if so, for what purpose would they hide that information from an ally.

The logical mind flipped to the next subject on his list of enquiries, 

“Sir, I would be interested in viewing any information you have on planetovores, possibly there is something that will help.”

Again, Tabaseth seemed more than pleased to offer the information.

“We did share quite a bit of this information with the Estate early on.” He said, offering a loaded datapad of information.  As he said, it was the same information Algeron had found originally and forgotten.  The very same notes, Rain had found later testing him in the library. 

Rain thought about the next question he wished to pose.  The need to discover Doctor Strangelove’s interest in the Graveyard of the machine god was high, but Algernon had suggested caution.  The location of Ni’challan’s home and collection was not information that Rain was willing to share, but perhaps there were other reasons for the Doctor’s interest in that location.

“One more question, do you know of any reason Doctor Strangelove would be interested in the Graveyard of the machine god?” He asked Tabaseth.

“Odd place,” He thought a moment then shook his head, “Is that where she’s gone?”
“We have intelligence that leads us to believe she had an interest in that location.”

“Nothing that we know of, why do you ask?”

  All his options had been whittled away.  It seemed that Doctor Strangelove had some interest in Ni’Challan or his collection, spurred on by the beacon left by Algernon. If Rain could have sighed he would have. Instead, he shared the information he’d discovered with Algernon.

Ask him to send out the troops to the Grave of the machine god, Algernon suggested, before something happened at his end and connection was lost.

Brother…?

Back in the lab, all of Algernon’s attention was focused on the exploding and smoking brain scanner in front of him.  Everyone’s attention was.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Peggy asked, checking Algernon for any contact burns or signs of shock.  Without a word, Algernon reached out and touched her on the arm, establishing a mind link.

What’s going on?

I resisted it,  Algernon said through their link to his complete astonishment, I sent Rain a message suggesting a course of action that will put Doctor Strange in danger…and did not pass out!

 Peggy looked Algernon over, as she listened to his revelation. He was sweating and breathing hard as if he’d just come back from a run, but there were no other physical signs of trauma.

I think your brain sent out an EMP and fried the scanner, Peggy suggested just as Torquel reclaimed his voice.

“What just happened?” He asked, gingerly checking the still smoking scanner.

“Your machine broke and smoke came out,” Algernon replied looking at the scanner as if he had nothing to do with it.

I directly put Doctor Strangelove’s life in danger,  He confessed, and light of triumph lit his features.

“Well, I did see some definite signs of deep reprogramming, “ Torquel noted on his datapad, oblivious to the revelation happening in front of him.

Peggy pushed Algernon aside as she had a look at the scanner to see if there was anything she could do with it.  While Peggy and Torquel were busy, Bruce, pulled Algernon aside,

“What did you do to fry the machine?” He asked knowing very well what was behind the mystery malfunction, “It would be very helpful to know what.”

“A passing thought triggered a cascade effect,” Peggy said as Bruce’s conversation wasn’t as private as her’s and Algernon’s had been, “Maybe we could recreate the thought pattern?”

“I’d suggest we’ve hit a deep safeguard, something Doctor Strangelove has put in place to stop just this sort of thing, “ Torquel added as Peggy removed the burnt-out component and started rewiring the scanner. “I’m afraid that means I will need the original notes from Doctor Strangelove herself if we want to break the programming.”

Peggy flicked a switch and the scanner started rebooting again.

“I told you she was good, “ Bruce crowed as Peggy raised an arm in victory

“Feel free to bow now.”

“The defences sent out a very strong signal, “Torquel surmised as the last of the scanner’s readings were revealed, “Impressive.”

“Excuse me, Doctor?” Algernon now got the attention of Giqabee watching fascinated from her counter, “If the Quiet Cabal knew the location of Doctor Strangelove’s secret lab, what would they do?”

I don’t want to go, He confessed to Peggy over the mind link, but if we had an army…

Can you pass that information on, maybe through the link?

Only thing is I don’t know, or I don’t know that I know. He said and shrugged apologetically.

“We’d certainly pass on that information to Tabaseth, “ Giqabee replied to Algernon’s question, “Why, do you have something you want to share?”

Bruce had not idle this whole time.  Not being aware of the extent of the Allsong he was unsure of its capabilities, but he knew enough about Earth tech to come up with the makings of a plan.

“I was wondering,” He now said, gaining his party’s attention, “Is it at all possible to track Algernon’s movements through the Allsong?  Maybe those records can at least show an area to start looking for this secret base.

Algernon searched the Allsong for the information that Bruce suggested.  Nothing…well, almost nothing.  Records from twelve months before showed Algernon moving in and out of the Scar (to hide the wings he assumed) and nothing else.  Someone had deliberately wiped the records and left that small scrap behind.  Did that clue get left intentionally so he would go searching for the wings on a return visit? Was it left by accident because the record manipulator did not know to look there for a record to expunge?  Regardless, Algernon let the others know what he’d found.

Have you left beacons here in Ruk? Peggy suggested.  None had been found in her previous searches.

I haven’t left any beacons anywhere! Algernon replied and then furrowed his brow.  But he had been, hadn’t he.  His fingers went instinctively to a spot on his left wrist.

“Okay, let’s think about this,” Peggy started circling Algernon paying attention to the smallest details of his clothing starting at his head and working down, “We know that when we re-enter a recursion we have previously visited we pick up the ‘skins’ that belong with that recursion just as we left them…”

“Do we…?” Bruce asked.  This was news to him. 

“…so anything on Algernon right now may give us clues to where he went then.” She got to his shoes, a black zip-up style boot and noticed a pale grey substance clinging to the side.   It flaked off looking very much like a fine dried mud with a slight metallic sheen.  A sheen of some clear liquid had also dried along the edge of the boot and up his pants leg..  Grabbing two glass slides and scalpel from Giqabee’s counter, she scrapped the grey substance off the boot onto one and the clear residue onto another. 

“Well, what have you got there, Sherlock?” Bruce stood by bemused as Peggy transferred the grey mud slide to Giqabee’s scanners.

A few moments later and the samples was identified.  The first was a Ruk substance called organema, a living metal and one of the byproducts of the Ruk biotechnology.  Organema’s structure was disorganised and unsuitable for use but was found in a number of places outside of Harmonious, especially in the Veritax.  

“The Vertiax is a system of underground tunnels, a labyrinth that has never been fully explored,” Giqabee supplied, totally engrossed in the investigation now underway.

“And we know the secret base is underground, “ Bruce added, a clue he’d discovered while searching the Allsong.

The second sample was even more telling.  It was an artificial embryonic fluid used exclusively in the cloning industry.  The two samples together screamed Vertiax underground lab.

“Great, pull up a map, what do we know of the Vertiax?”

Brother…?

Rain’s connection with Algernon went dead and for a moment the little man swayed in indecision, to continue the conversation with Tabaseth as suggested by Algernon or run back to the lab and find out what was going on.  In the end, the decision was taken from him,

“Are you okay?” Tabaseth asked, looking curiously at Rain.  Rain knew he was being scrutinised, it would not do to have the representative of the Quiet Cabal think badly of the group because of his poor performance.

“A thought has occurred to this one,” He stated as clearly as possible as the contradictory demands of secrecy and finding aid clashed in his mind, “If you knew where Doctor Strangelove has gone, would you send troops to pick her up while she’s out of the jurisdiction of Ruk?”

“Possibly, “ Tabaseth hedged, he wanted more information. “I assume it’s somewhere in the Graveyard of the machine god otherwise you would not have asked.  You have a location in mind?”

“This one would need to know your intentions before handing over…senitive material,” Rain replied and once more felt Tabaseth scrutiny on him, “The location is of a third party that values their privacy.”

“Curious. Do you think we’d hurt them?”

What did he think?  The logical mind did not have enough information.  He did not know Ni’Challan’s relations with Ruk or what items in his collection could have originated from there. He had to respond, Tabaseth’s eyes were on him.

“You and your factions intentions to this individual are unknown. Taking into consideration your response to Algernon I would suggest no, “ He replied honestly, “But, he is alone and his interest in rare and unique items from all over the Strange could theoretically make him a target.  Does this sound like something that may interest the Doctor?”

At this Tabaseth took a keener interest himself.

“Are you concerned for their safety?” He asked and something within Rain leapt.

“Yes.” It was a simple word, said with such finality that Tabaseth could only nod.

“I will order a contingent of Venom troopers, will you go with them?”

The part of Rain partitioned off wanted to go.  Say yes and immediately with no thought for the others.  This one logic suppressed the thought.

“My group are here to see to the welfare of Algernon.  I would suggest if you are to send troops then we would go with them. I will need to confer to determine the correct course of action.”

“Of course, I will prepare them nonetheless for when you’ve made your decision.”

In the labs, the organema had been narrowed down to an area south-east of Harmonious.  When asked, Algernon, as usual,  had no recollection of the area.  Even when Peggy used the scanner to determine if parts of his brain were subconsciously triggered by the location on the map, nothing appeared.

“How about doors, passageways in and out of the lab?” Bruce asked as Peggy continued to look for more samples.

“I was never conscious, I just found myself outside,” Algeron confessed and he noted the expression of sympathy pass over Bruces faces. In shame, Algernon looked away, disliking the feeling.   It was then that Rain returned and Algernon instantly re-established the link.  

Brother. Rain responds was immediate. In the only way he had presently to show how pleased he was to see Algernon well, Rain shared his entire conversation with Tabaseth. 

The rest of the room was focused on Giqabee and Torquel who had finished their deliberations and were ready to present their findings.

“The subject in question certainly has fascinating DNA, “ Giqabee started, noted the sour faces to her use of the word ‘subject’ and continued, “…uh…I’m not quite sure what…Algernon is, but I can confirm he is not a clone.”

This was a surprise to all including Algernon who asked for confirmation.

“Oh yes, that much is clear.  Clones are of only a limited pool of DNA samples and are easily identified.  Besides which there are two other features of your makeup that definitely rules out you being a clone.”

She brought up an image of Algernon’s DNA, the double helix looking like any other to most in the room.

“In fact, it explains why you did not set off our alarms, your DNA does not read as either clone or for that matter, of Ruk.  You are human, or at least your DNA identifies you as being of Earth.”

Peggy scanned the image in front of the group and pointed out a section of the DNA.

“The telomeres are short, this would identify Algernon as being a clone, wouldn’t it?”

“Well spotted, yes the telomeres identify that quite a bit of modification has gone on, and I suggest that it…he was not born naturally.”

“A mother and father?” Algernon asked, astounded.

“Oh yes, there are two unique individuals expressed in your DNA, another marker showing that you are not a clone.”

“So a natural egg, modified and with accelerated growth?”  Peggy ask Giqabee

“My report will suggest artificial fertilisation and vat-grown,” Giqabee nodded, more comfortable discussing this with a fellow scientist than the subject of the testing.

Bloodbrother…  Rain sent via the link, once more reaffirming the connection.

“Can I suggest, “Algernon interrupted, “That some alteration may not show in a simple blood test.”  And he started to list his noted abilities.

“I am unaffected by alcoholic drinks, though caffeine has a stimulant effect.  I have this…” And he exposed his left wrist.  Bending his hand back, a small slot in the skin just above the wrist gapped like a tiny mouth.

“What’s suppose to happen?” Bruce asked as Algernon moved his hand once more.

“Something comes out,” Algernon replied, allowing Peggy to examine the area.

“Like Spiderman?”

“Just like that.”

“Cool.”  Bruce looked impressed, “One of the beacons?”

Algernon nodded. 

Try as they might they could not release a disc. Though scans revealed two glans just inside the radius and ulna that made the two halves of the bone beacons, none was seen or made.

“Would you let us take a sample of the gland?” Peggy asked probing at the slit to see if there was access that way.

“Would it be damaged?”

“It could be, nothing is guaranteed”

“No,” Algernon made his decision final by withdrawing his hand.

While the scientist discussed the new discovery, Rain quietly turned to Bruce.

“Doctor Strangelove is in the Graveyard of the machine god.”

“Yes….oh shit!” His expression moved from interested to deep concern as the implications sunk in.  

“I concur,” Rain replied simply as he shared this conversation with Algernon via the link.

“What are we going to do?”

“Tabaseth is organising troops who await our decision.  We will do what is best.”

“What is best for Ruk?  For us?  For Earth?  For Ni’Challan?” Queried Bruce.

“Yes.”

If we don’t go at all, he won’t know it was us, Algernon said over the link images of a stern-faced Ni’Challan and the discs giving context to the words, I do not want to go to the Graveyard.

Rain struggled with an appropriate response.  In the end, he shrugged, He made me.  Inadequate description of magnitude.

And you don’t resent him? Algernon seemed astounded that a creator figure could be appreciated or even admired, his experience tainting his opinion.

No. Came the adamant reply.

Aware of some of the communication via her mind link with Algernon, Peggy asked out loud, 

“Would you want to stay here and look for the lab?” 

“Yes, “ Was Algernon’s simple reply.  With a group of troopers, he felt equal to the task, especially as the Doctor was not at home.

“Then this one will also stay and find the labs.” Rain said blandly from beside Bruce, though it was clear to the group it was not a decision that sat well with him, “It is inefficient to split the group, we are more effective together.”  Rain’s shoulder’s sagged and his eyes drifted to the ground as he accepted the inevitable decision, to find the lab and clear Algernon’s mind.

Algernon looked to the scar on his left hand, not the slit in his wrist made by the Doctor, but the slice through his palm that Rain had made as they translated into Ruk.  He knew the little man’s thoughts at that moment, he was still linked and saw the conflict of Ni’Challan’s safety and the mission.  Out loud, he asked,

“Rain, do you need me?”

The response was immediate and unequivocally, both out loud and over their link,

“Yes.”

…always.

Algernon took a breath, “Then we’ll go to the Graveyard.”

Things moved rapidly after that.  The group were taken to the top floor of the tower where transport was waiting.

“I sent a message to Jir, “ Tabaseth said as they travelled through the building, ‘Troops and equipment will be waiting for you when you arrive.  The whole trip should take two days.”

“And this the fastest transport?” Rain asked.  She had two days head start, Doctor Strange was already in the Graveyard and could already be at Ni’Challan’s Spacestation.

“Yes, it’s a two day trip by troop carrier.”
“If we were to translate, “ In Rain’s hand, his black puzzlebox appeared for the first time in a while.  He opened the second compartment and withdrew the card, “This one can leave a key.”

“If it takes Strangelove a day or two, we can get there ahead of her.” Bruce realised, but his hopes were quickly dashed by Peggy and Algernon.

“The venom troopers are clones,” She said.

“They can’t translate,” Algernon added.

“I have an idea, “Tabaseth excused himself a moment, before returning with two identical cyphers, “Drop these in appropriate spots and they will make gates that the troopers will be able to come through directly.”

Bruce took the cyphers, “Could they be set up with a dead man switch?” Bruce suggested, “ You know, if we’re captured immediately it will still drop and create the gate?”

“You couldn’t hold it through translation,” Peggy reminded him and put the second cyphers carefully in her bag.

With Peggy leading translation, the group formed up.  Rain took one of Peggy’s hands and she felt her senses tingle as a blast of Strange energy passed from him to her.  She felt her whole body glow with the power as she focused her thoughts on that small room overlooking the derelict space station on the edge of the Strange.

In an instant, they were there.  Peggy once more her cyborg self, Rain glowing with a yellow light with Bruce and Algernon looking oddly the same. Outside the thick perspex window, a new ship hovered alongside the station.  Black scorch marks around an access way showed that entry had been made by force.   

 A blue haze of smoke hovered overall giving the image an ominous feel. 

Rain did not wait but ran from the room into the hallway leading into the Ni’Challan’s collection. Algernon, stopping to turn on a shield, was soon racing behind him.

Peggy pulled her cypher out of her bag to set it off in the tiny study.

“Not here, we need to get one of those gate cyphers to that ship,” Bruce said to her, ‘We can take their ship and stop them from leaving, here is too far from the action.”

From the doorway, the sound of three blaster shots echoed through the exhibit room and up the hallway.

“Well, let’s get close then,” She gestured and ran out the door.  

Now fully in his full mind, adrenaline-fueled Rain ran through the hallways, every nerve on edge.  As he approached an archway leading to the first of the large exhibit chambers, he instinctively fell to the ground as two guns were aimed in his direction.  Two bright bolts of energy left Vemon troopers weapons and streaked across the intervening space to scorch the wall behind.  A third trooper continued its efforts to disable an automated turret that was keeping the three of them pinned behind artefact force fields.

“Ni’Challan!” Rain yelled from the ground as Peggy and Algernon made a more careful approach to the archway.  Bruce saw the shots hit the wall and pulled out the first of his handgun Glock 40s. Glancing into the room, he spotted his three opponents and started shooting.  From everyone else’s view, Bruce simply stepped into the archway and shot the three venom troopers, ending at Rain’s side. From Bruce’s perspective, the world slowed to a crawl as he smoothly went through what he’d practice hour after hour in the firing range.  First, the two who had fired on Rain, clouds of red misting through the air behind each one.  Then, carefully aimed for the third, the heavy calibre bullet knocking him off his feet. 

Algernon took the momentary lull to peek out further and saw a larger than average Venom trooper smashing away at a large metal door, guarded by another two troopers.  He turned back to the first group, who were still reeling from Bruce’s attack. Raising a hand in a focusing gesture, Algernon pointed to one standing near an exhibit containing a sphere of clear fluid suspended by Ni’challan’s force fields.  With a thought, the liquid ignited.  It blasted out of the force field covering the venom trooper in liquid fire.

With the devastation that was Bruce and the spectacle that Algernon wrought, the two remaining troopers had forgotten the wall turret.  One stepped too far out to avoid his friend on fire and was gunned down.  Beside him, damaged by Bruce but untouched by the fire, the trooper flicked out an arm blade and advanced on Rain as the one on fire ran at Bruce.  

Rain rolled and Bruce dodged as both escaped the damage meant for them. Peggy, just inside the archway, put down the first portal. A dark hole in space tore through the hallway and the first troopers from the Quiet Cabal started through. 

Though he had clutched his ears as Bruce’s handgun thundered through the exhibition chamber, Rain now brought them down in front of him and formed a sphere of light. The yellow light that suffused him gathered and focused before he threw it at the arm bladed trooper above him.  The blast sent the trooper reeling backwards, not with force but with raw, gut-wrenching fear.  The trooper’s eyes bulged in their sockets as Rain stood becoming all his nightmares at once.  It gave Rain a chance to looked around, taking in the large trooper and his two companions at the locked door.  

No sign of Doctor Strangelove and it was unsure of no sign of Ni’Challan was a good or bad thing.

With the arrival of their reinforcements, Bruce and Algernon were now free to turn their attentions to the second group.  Watching from around a corner, Bruce noted the siege specialist, their armour, how they held themself and how their body moved. He saw weaknesses in the joints of the armour and where chitinous panels met and then stepped out firing once more. His shots hit true, finding an especially weak point on the big guy who was making fast work of the door.  The siege specialist sags under the impact of Bruce’s shot and the door finally gave way.  Behind the troopers at the door,  Algernon had seen another exhibition space. Taking careful aim with his crossbow, he shot the burning trooper dead before making a dash for the door.  

The two venom troopers defending the specialist turned their weapons on Bruce.  They both fire, but he ducked smartly back around the corner in time for the bullets to hit the metal of the wall.  Rain was focused on the trooper frightened by him.  The trooper hesitates for a moment, the fear taking hold.  Suddenly his breeding and conditioning kicked in and he roared a bloody scream and leapt into a charge for Rain.  Slipping past the deadly arm blade, Rain dodged the trooper, leaving him for the Quiet Cabal reinforcement to mop up.  As he passed Bruce he placed his hand on the big man’s back and let the Strange flow.  As the energy hit, Bruce shuddered and he gave an involuntary gasp, every nerve seemed to crackle with black fire.  Having done what he could, Rain ran after Algernon, toward the broken doorway.

The siege specialist was no longer interested in what’s beyond the door, he’d found an enemy.  Turning his huge cannon of an energy blaster on Bruce, he fired.  The recoil made the shot go high and over Bruce’s head.  Buzzing from the Strange, Bruce slowed the world once more, took careful aim and shot all three troopers at the door as Algernon and Rain ran past.  The two regular troopers hit the ground, dead.  The big guy took another devastating blow breaking through his armour at the knee join and his leg was shot away from underneath him.

Algernon was just ahead of Rain as they lept past the three at the door. He felt the tickle of the Strange and reached out with his mind to tap into it. With a grin of sheer abandon, he focused the energy into movement. It surged towards him, propelling him forward as if he’d been hit by a wave.  From behind, Rain saw Algernon make a gesture and blink ahead, past the next doorway filled with another set of troopers and into a third exhibition space.

All around Peggy, the allied troopers were coming under fire. Though more were on their way, the first group were currently pinned by a well placed Vemon trooper.  Peggy pulled up her arm cannon, swinging around the wall she shot, her projectile on target for the troopers head.  Most of the trooper slumped to the ground as Peggy and the allied troopers swarmed out after Algernon and Rain.

Inside the second exhibition space, Rain stopped when he saw a group of Venom troopers held down by turret fire.  The turret swung to add him to its blacklist.   Rain held his hands up for the turret operator if any was there to see,

“N’Challan, it’s Tobias!” He called and the turrets stopped, repositioned back on the original attackers and continued firing.

Peggy walked up beside Rain taking a breath from the action when the body of a Venom trooper ragdolled through the exhibition space and smashed into Peggy.  In a second broken doorway, a massive automaton made of clay swung around to face another venom trooper.  One of Ni’Challan’s many trinkets had backhanded the trooper across the exhibition hall.  Rain lent down and gave Peggy his hand.

“Unnecessary!” She complained, her backwards legs and cyborg exoskeleton making it difficult to stand.

“Very necessary!” Rain pointed to the golem making a paste out of the second venom trooper.

“It hit me!” She protested and for the first time in days, Rain smiled.

“Dodge faster,” As he let the Strange flow through their grasp.

As she stood, from behind Rain another two troopers appeared, guns up ready to shoot.  Her cannon brought to bear, she blasted both, their smouldering carapaces falling to the ground dead.

Bruce ran into the second space, once more finding targets for every one of his three shots.  With three rounds left in his magazine, the room was theirs and their allied troopers were mopping up the last of the resistance.

Alone, Algernon examined the third exhibition space, the battle petering out far behind him. There was no sign of Ni’Challan, but thankfully there is also no sign of Doctor Strangelove.

To the empty room, he asked, “Well, where to next?”

28. The Glistening City

Searching for a way of freeing Algernon from whatever has control of his mind and memories the group have arrived at the city of  Harmonious.  As the skyline and urban spaces of the city dissolved into focus around them, each of the party members needed to decide how this recursion would shape them. 

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The first few moments of any new recursion were always the most disconcerting, you never knew what you would be made into.  Ruk with its reliance on highly biomechanical technology was no exception.  Still, the seasoned hoppers of Bruce, Rain, and Peggy had no idea what Ruk would make of them until their conscious’ became aware.  Bruce was clad in a thick military-grade armour made of a synthetic that was lighter than his laminated kevlar but seemed just as tough. He took a breath and listened to his own thoughts for a moment, pleased to find that they were indeed his and not modified somehow by the recursion.  

Looking around he found the group had landed on the edge of a city busy plaza, hundreds of people busily going about their lives, surrounded by clean lines made of steel, glass and other artificial materials.  Flanking the plaza, escalators led up to a monorail track that carried even more people around to other parts of the city in carriages that looked almost biological or at least part grown for their task. Above it all, a fractal night sky swirled menacingly, like the tentacles of a boundless elder god. 

His keen eye first picked up the sudden movement of Rain, currently wearing a cross between a pinstripe suit and iridescent partywear, stumbling into Algernon also decked out in a long black coat, slicked hair, and dark glasses.  Rain’s left hand reached out and grabbed Algernon’s.  Before Bruce even realised there was a knife in Rain’s hand, both palms were cut open, Rain pressing them together, their mingled blood seeping through their fingers.

“Remember…brothers… not just in name… but in blood…Remember.” Rain was saying low and with effort as if each word was a fight to say. 

“Yes,” Algernon agreed, concern and surprise mingling on his face before everything dropped away.  Both he and Rain fell into a trance as the Allsong took them.

Bruce was about to ask Peggy, what she thought was going on when he turned to where Peggy should be and she was nowhere to be seen.  In her place, hovering at about head height was an ever-evolving box of silicone metal.  As it spun, taking in its surroundings, parts of it opened, revealed bright energy within and closing again. The whole process reminded Bruce of Rain’s puzzlebox as he flicked it open and closed.  From a small speaker on one side Peggy’s voice was distant and tinny,

“Don’t look at me.”

A talking box on his left, his other two companions bleeding and comatose to his right, Bruce shook his head slowly in dismay, “Ah, shit!”

Algernon’s eyes flickered open a short while later once his consciousness had reestablished a connection to the world-wide data link called the Allsong.

“Mr Bruce, do you have a bandage?” He asked, and Bruce pulled out his first aid kit, which now included a spray-on wound sealant.  As he applied the spray to Algernon’s bloodied hand, he thought to ask Algernon a few questions.

“What now?  In the middle of the concourse?” Algernon glanced around at the crowds of brightly dressed and well-heeled individuals. This was Harmonious, the bright and shining jewel of Ruk and here was the centre of the entertainment district where the well to do amused themselves.  This was not the place to discuss the type of underhanded activities he associated with his life in Ruk.

“Where do you suggest?” Bruce asked as he finished strapping up Algernon and continued onto the still insensible Rain.

“Ah..over at the Allsong communal.” Algernon pointed to one of the lounges.  Taking Rain by the arm they guided him to a set of comfortable beanbag like seats and tried to blend in. Peggy’s reshaping box followed along, a silent drone waiting on its masters’ orders.

“So, this person controlling you, is it Peggy?” Bruce asked by way of a test question.

“No, “Algernon replied adamantly, almost insulted.

“Scientists?  Ones that made…cloned you?”

“Probably,” He admitted furtively, carefully watching the crowd and the Allsong for eavesdroppers. 

“Back…home, you said it was obvious who was controlling you?”

“Yes..”  The questioning was getting closer and closer to topics Algernon did not want to contemplate and he started deflecting the discussion, “Last time I was here I had to use an umbilical to contact the Allsong and now I don’t.”

As he said this, something on the Allsong noticed his presence.  He didn’t know what it was, but it signalled the start of a counter on their time here in Ruk. 

“That’s a good thing,” Bruce encouraged Algernon, pulling his thoughts out of the Allsong and back to the material world, “So, you know where you’re going to find your Doctor Strangelove?”

This time Bruce did not miss the sudden twitch Algernon gave at saying his old mistresses name.

“You know, what I’m gonna miss is the bacon.” Replied the black-clad fugitive.

“Where is Strangelove’s laboratory?”
“I don’t know.”

“ In the city?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you been to other places in Ruk?”

“Yes, I’ve been around.”  At this question Algernon gave a start as he suddenly remembered something, “There’s someplace we should go.”

“Why?”

“To see if something is still there.”

A movement from Rain caught both of the men’s attention.  Almost straight away it was clear that something was not normal with the smaller man.  Still and speechless, Rain stared blindly out at the bustling city around him without interest.  

“Er…Rain?” Bruce said holding a hand out to touch Rain.  His hand hovered inches from Rain’s arm unsure if to wake what looked like a sleeping walker.

Rain turned, his violet eyes focused on Bruces, but there was no expression, none of the life usually present, “Yes, Bruce?”
“You spaced out there for a while, are you okay?”

“This one is beside you, “ Rain replied in a monotone voice that held no intonation, no life at all, “This one is currently working within expected parameters.”

“Ah, he’s uploaded at least part of his consciousness to the Allsong,” Algernon explained as he too linked wirelessly, looking for Rain.

“Right…” Sighing, Bruce covered his face with his gloved hand, “Did you at least hear the conversation we just had?”

Rain stood for a moment, his head cocked to one side as if listening to something that no one else could hear, “This one was unaware of a recent information exchange.”

Standing, Bruce bent down so his face was on a level with Rain’s he growled, “We are going to have words when we get back.”  He stared at the unresponsive face of his friend with a looked that showed he really wanted to knock a little sense into the fool.

“Can this one be of service, Bruce?” Rain asked, again in the empty monotone voice.

Bruce turned to Algernon, “Yes, we will be leaving as soon as possible.”

At the same time, Algernon was scanning through the Allsong.  He hadn’t been in Ruk for more than twelve months and scanned for information about recent developments.  He never got a chance to go out much, usually just dawdling back from one mission or another, but he was surprised that so little had changed  Or maybe it was he had changed so much. 

So as not to leave a trace he carefully searched for the movements of one Doctor Strangelove.  From all reports, it seemed that the Doctor was off-world having left in a hurry.  He breathed a little easier knowing that she would be out of range of the Allsong and dropped the search.  Next, he found Rain and made contact creating a virtual private network between the two of them. 

Bloodbrother, He called accepting the ritual that Rain had started as they translated.  

Rain responded immediately.  

Ah, password, And the word was added to the security of the VPN.  Algernon nodded, pleased to think that Rain understood.

Out in the physical world, Bruce was taking in the ever-shifting shape of Peggy’s new form.  

“And how are you going?” He asked, feeling like an idiot for talking to a floating box.  Peggy’s tinny voice replied,
“All good, considering I’m a silicon construct.”

“Bruce, you do not look happy,” Algernon commented after completing his tasks online.

“Yeah,” Bruce flicked a look at his friend, “We need Rain’s people skills and he’s switched half his brain off,” Bruce confessed, “Rain, could you at least look up Doctor Strangelove?”

Rain’s head tilted as if he were again listening to something unheard by everyone else, “Apologies, this one is unable to find that information at this time.” Came back the response.

“Ready to go?” Algernon asked as he too rose ready to get moving.

“Go where?” Bruce asked, “You haven’t said.”

“The scar, come on.” Algernon ushered them along sure that any moment black-clad figures would descend and take them all.  People very much like he once used to be.

“Why?” Bruce started again with the twenty questions.

“I left something there.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure what it is.” He responded truthfully, he really couldn’t remember.

“Will it help us find Doctor Strangelove?” Bruce asked and Algernon physically winced at the sound of the name.

“Possibly,” He didn’t know,  and he really wished Bruce would stop saying the name out loud.

As they walked, the mind of Rain was busy surfing through the bewildering tangle of information that was the Allsong.  He followed links and hints until he found a contact with the Quiet Cabal, a group that was known to be on friendly relations with the Earth and worked with The Estate.  The headquarters of the Quiet Cabal in Harmonious was in the opposite direction to the way they were going.  He made a mental note of the address and sent a message via the Allsong. 

Members of The Estate enquire about speaking in person.  Is this appropriate, please advise.

Off to the side, Bruce asked Peggy if she could do a search for Doctor Strangelove as the other two seemed unable or unwilling.  Though her identity had been saved to a floating metal cube, she did not link to the Allsong like the Algernon and Rain and had no access to its information.  She still had her link to the Strange so, as they walked along the city street,  she focused her thoughts on the swirling mass of stars and clouds only just above her head.

Where is Doctor Strangelove, She asked and was frustrated once more by its cryptic reply.

Off chasing something interesting, It said in her voice, making her swear in computer code, a jarring mess of machine language that blurted out her tinny speaker.

As the group walked through the streets of Harmonious they passed several groups of heavily armoured guards watching the citizenry, checking IDs of individuals and making the presence felt.  These were the Myriand, a highly trained and equipped form of police and Algernon took careful note of each and every checkpoint that the group moved through.

“So what is this Allsong, what is it like?” Bruce asked after they’d been walking a while.  He knew that Algernon and Rain were constantly linked to it, but had been frustrated with having to find information second hand through the unreliable or the possible untrustworthy.

“You can link to it at an Allsong Communal, “Algernon pointed one out, “You’ll need to use an umbilical, but many on Ruk do just that.”

Stopping at another cafe lounge-style establishment, this time Bruce and Peggy both attached to leads that either plugged into ports (as in Peggy’s case) or encased the head as with Bruce.  

“So, do I know Kung Fu?” Bruce quipped as the umbilical engaged and opened his conscience to the Allsong. He was oblivious to the stares he received as his mind fell into the Allsong.  The sardonic smile soon left his face as he found himself drowning in sensation, not just visual and auditory, but scents, touch and even taste.  He could smell a song being played by a virtuoso across the Allsong, taste the colours of an advertisement for the Zal Corporation, hear the flavours of a variety of products brought from the Grey Forests.  With a force of will, he pushed through his request for information on Doctor Strangelove and was rewarded with a number of locations, the rumour of a secret lab, registrations of various vehicles owned by the doctor and information about the doctor’s membership to the Karum, a faction opposed to Earth dominance and focused on its destruction as a way of advancing Ruk. He tucked that information away and disengaged from the Allsong.

“Why did you have such a tough time finding that information,” He asked the unresponsive Rain, “I found it very easy to find her address.”

Rain made a very human shrug, “This one is still navigating the Allsong, Bruce.” 

Now with the information, Bruce felt that now they had a course of action apart from the vague and dubious directions given by Algernon.

“We can now go and visit Doctor Strangelove.” He said, watching as Algernon twitched.

“Great,” Algernon replied, and once more started directing them towards The Scar.

Turning to Rain, Bruce gained his attention, “If needed, can you get access to all of Rain’s skills?”
Immediately Rain responded, “This one is fully functional.”

“No, you’re not and if you were you’d know why I want them.” 

Rain remained silent, awaiting input.

“I want,” Bruce finally relented, describing his plan, “to negotiate with Strangelove for Algernon’s contract.”

A pause from Rain as the all familiar head tilt as Rain listened to the Allsong.

“This…is one possible solution to Algernon Balthazar Theobald’s problem.” Came the response that was as far as the limited personality of Rain could express doubt.

In the private connection, a message as fast as thought moved from Rain to Algernon, 

The plan that Bruce has outlined, is this an appropriate process?
I’m currently trying to work out how to block Bruce’s future links to the Allsong, Came Algernon’s irritated response.

The Scar was recognisable as a feature in the city long before they got to the entrance.  Great random pieces of city, scaffolding, blocking, twisted glass.  All the elements that made up a city seemingly growing at random as if the construction coding, the city’s DNA had been lost or jumbled up for this section.  The Scar was a deep cut through the centre of the city and went all the way down, to the Undercity, a place where those who could not afford to live on the surface, existed.  The entrance to The Scar was a twisted metal wall looking like a giant’s broken set of piled up pick-up-sticks.  Here, loitering around, the group noticed three Myriand troopers.  As they came close, however, the three troopers moved on as if on business of their own.  

Algernon watched the troopers with interest as Peggy’s attention was drawn to the metal wall.  Deep within the structure, she saw the telltale shimmer of the Strange, and with a little careful movement of her new silicone form, she edged through the random construction of the wall and picked up three cyphers.  While Peggy fought her way back through the tangle, Bruce continued his questioning of Algernon.

‘What is this thing we’re getting?

“Something that may have come into my possession by…unusual means.”

“Is it stolen?”

“Well, they didn’t give it to me if that’s what you’re asking?”

“Is it safe?” Bruce asked, an echo to Algernon’s well-asked question, they both smirked.

“There’s safe and there’s safe, “ Algernon replied and looked to Rain who he knew would have appreciated the response…at any other time, “Safe enough.”

“Could we use it to negotiate your release?  What do you think it would go for?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think it’s even possible?” Bruce said almost to himself when he remembered that the Doctor was a member of the Karum.  She will not want Algernon’s memory released so he can help save Earth.  But, if the deal was sweet enough, would her greed override her principles?  

He looked at Rain, beside him.  His usually lively lavender eyes were dull and lifeless only taking in the world passively instead of absorbing the wonders and sights all around.  He had to admit he was feeling very lost without the little man’s insights into human nature, his easy way of seeing an opportunity or his intuitive leaps in reasoning.  Even though they stood side by side, Bruce felt was alone.  

Right now I can’t yell at you, it would mean nothing. But just wait until we get back, Mr Bigby.

Peggy, her treasures stowed within her silicone shell, the group continued down the metal gangplanks into the random artificial jungle that was The Scar.  Indeed, now having found the cyphers ‘growing’ in the tangle, she felt emboldened joined in the conversation.

“Algernon, what does the Doctor find interesting?” She asked through her tiny speaker.

“Her experiments,” Algernon suggested, not really sure what made such creatures as the Doctor, tick.

“What does she experiment on?”

“Particle physics, portals, Strange matter…” He remembered that training well, he had often assisted her in her experiments in those fields.

“And what sort of experiments on you?”

“On me?” Algernon thought this was a topic that had come up before, at least now he had to admit to himself that something wasn’t right, “Nothing I can remember.”  

He glanced at Rain and found his friend staring at him, the Spiral dust tinted eyes looking through him in a blank stare that was unnerving.  Through their link he could…feel that Rain was collecting data on his body language, tone of voice, language use and expression, but for what purpose Algernon couldn’t tell.  The eyes blinked, the blank expression didn’t change and eventually, the eyes returned to looking forward once more.  Had a decision been made?  Just as he was about to ask, Algernon’s sense went blank.

For a moment he wasn’t sure what was going on.  He was sure he was still standing on the sloping catwalk of The Scar, but he couldn’t feel the slope, see the path, hear his companions or taste the rusty metallic tang of the air.  Slowing, like a computer booting up first one application, then another, his senses returned and he saw Rain collapsed and sliding down the ramp in front of him.  

“We’ve lost connection with the Allsong,” Algernon said looking up and realised that they were now covered by the interlacing network of metal. Like the branches of ancient trees in old-growth woods, the girder and twisted metal blocked out light.  No signal could penetrate that amount of metal and though his identity was fully within his own mind, the breaking of the link was a significant loss.

As Bruce reached the unconscious Rain, his eyelids flew open and he sat up with a jerk.

“Connection to the Allsong lost, offline protocol now established.”

Bruce’s teeth ground audibly, but he said nothing, instead helped Rain to his feet.

Not long after, the metal grating they were walking on levelled out and over the side of the walkway, a huge chamber opened up below.  Ahead, a nexus of paths provided an open space where vines of metal and other artificial materials hung down from the girders and scaffolding twisted above.  

From somewhere back in the recesses of his mind Algernon recognised the vines as a nutritional source, a food supply of sorts.  Bruce’s head jerked to the left as his keen senses heard something that the others failed to pick up.

“I can hear something…kid, do you know what that is?” He asked and Algernon focused on the sounds around them.  A faint cry an odd squeak, maybe the movement of rusty parts of The Scar?  Again from the dark recesses of his mind, he dredged out a name.

“Vat rejects,” He said,  rejected clone set loose in The Scar by unscrupulous creators.  No one knew their real origins, but as the Zal corporation made most of the clones, it was assumed that the Vat rejects were something to do with them. “Extremely violent and dangerous.”

“Is it a Wil Robertson?” Asked Rain.

“Yes, Run!”

They ran or hovered as fast as they could down the opposite passage as the creatures emerged into the dim light of the crossroad. No two were alike, and none of them humanoid.  Armoured in a chitinous carapace, the vat rejects were covered in spikes and protrusions that they used to skewer and smash into each other. 

Looking back, the group could see that the vat rejects weren’t interested in them at all, instead, all their attention was on the vines.  Tearing at the strands, the creatures lapped up a thick milky sap that dripped out.  When one grabbed a juicy piece of vine and snapped it off, the group attacked them on mass lashing out to be the one to possess the treat.  The feeding frenzy continued until a brightly lit blaster bolt sliced through the group of vat rejects hitting one.  The shot had come from up the path, back into the city and the vat rejects turned, ignoring their feast to attack the new intruder.  The group didn’t stick around to watch anymore and continued on their way.

It was unfair to think that Rain was not aware of what was around him. In fact, his mind was as active as always. Now his mind wondered and theorised without the external processing of information, the others were used to. It certainly didn’t come without the emotional baggage he’d been inflicted since confirming his story, which was the whole point

  As they continued into the depths of The Scar, his thoughts turned to uses that the Scar was put to by the citizen of Ruk.  For all its randomness, it seemed a place of great opportunities, cypers waiting for the picking, direct and unobserved ways around the city. Though there were the occasional surveys sent down to understand The Scar, maybe the odd salvage team, it was mostly a forgotten place to hide mistakes, like the vat rejects or as in Algernon’s case, a good place to hide a secret.

It was Peggy who noticed the vibrations first.  As she floated above the metal walkway by magnetic repulsion, she was keenly aware of a deep buzzing throughout the structure before the others noticed.

“Algernon…?” She queried as if he had something to do with it.  Suddenly, the whole section of walkway she hovered above shot four metres into the air.  Quick reflexes and the control of her magnetic body ensured she didn’t fall off, but the others were now trapped, blocked off from the path that now continued where she hovered. 

“I think we need to go this way, “ She said from above, and without a word, Bruce and Rain started climbing the metal structure and Algernon levitated up to join her.  They continued on the new path opened up by The Scar.

Algernon knew they were getting close to where he hid the item, he stopped to look around him as Bruce came up and placed a meaty hand on his shoulder.

“We can do this, together,” Bruce suggested, but Algernon sensed another message in the gesture.

“Mr Bruce, I’m not going to run away.”

“I know you won’t.”

“I think I’m close, I just need to look around,” He stepped off the path and started climbing through the latticework of twisted metal.

“Use all your senses to see, “ Came the cryptic advice of Rain, accompanied by the frisson of his encouragement.  Algernon scanned the space around them and picked up a movement, behind them just off the path. The individual was big, as big as Bruce in his heavy armour and moved more subtly that the vat rejects.  It was a member of the Myriand, a veteran to judge by his skill.  If it hadn’t been for him searching for the item, he’d have never spotted the watching eyes behind.  He passed the information back through the connection with Rain who quietly informed the others.

“A cop? What’s so interesting about this thing?” Bruce asked, purposefully not turning to see where the Myriand was.

“That is information, this one would be interested in as well,” Rain replied as he tried to look around Bruce to where the officer of the law hid.

“Look, I don’t have to get it,” Algernon said as he climbed back through the metalwork, “We’ll just walk away.”

“This thing is important, it was the first thing you thought of when we got here.” Bruce protested as he moved to walk away, exposing the all too curious look of Rain.

“It’s like…that documentary, the Monty Python and the Holy Grail, they have to get it, but they don’t know why?” 

“They were on a mission from God, “ Bruce corrected as the group started moving away, oblivious to what was going on behind, “Do you think you’re on a mission from God?”

“I guess I missed that bit.”

Rain’s less than subtle scanning of the path behind had drawn the Myriand’s attention.  Knowing now he had been discovered, the veteran left his hiding spot and walked purposefully down the path towards the group.

“Why is the Myriand guy walking towards us?” Peggy asked and everyone stopped to allow the officer to catch up.

“Now we don’t need any trouble, “Obviously the officer was expecting trouble from Algernon as he looked straight at him, only taking a cursory glance Bruce and Rain, “Just hand over the device.”

“What device?” Algernon asked in his standard innocent schoolboy manner, “I’m just a kid.”  Dressed as something from the Matrix it didn’t wash with the Myriand. It never really had.

“The one you stole.  Hand it over,” The officer was now taking in the other two, calculating his chances.  

Algernon stepped behind the group, and focused his thoughts on the Myriand and tried to find the undoing, his weaknesses and vulnerabilities. Sensing the movement in the Strange and the nature of Algernon’s power, Rain stepped in front of the officer.

“What is the nature of your information?  We believe it to be faulty.” He said, drawing attention away from Algernon and onto himself.

“Oh, yeah?  And what do you say you’re doing down here in The Scar?”  He asked, more than capable of keeping his attention on two suspects at a time.

“We are on a survey to understand The Scar, “ Rain gestured to Peggy, the folding and unfolding metal cube that the officer, until that moment,  had disregarded,  “Peggy herself has found unique items that the Scar seems to be creating.”

With a whistler and shudder, Peggy’s drone formed a light-emitting crystal and a hologram of Peggy herself was projected amongst the party.  Wearing her usual lab coat, she looked very much like the mad scientist that dominated society here in Ruk.

“Urgh, that’s weird.” She said, looking down at her shimmering body of light.

“Ah, are you associated with this one?” The Myriand asked pointing at Algernon.

“Sometimes, though he dislikes being associated with me, shame.” She replied in her usual matter of fact style, “We do know that Algernon has gaps in his memory, it is entirely reasonable that he may have stolen something, but unfortunately he may have no recollection of the item or where to find it.”

In the meantime, Algernon had his information and was sharing it silently with Rain over their private link.  Myriand were modified human’s, with specialised senses to detect lies and dissemblement.  They were also linked to a hive mind, via the Allsong. What one knew they all knew.  

He won’t have fallen for your story, Rain.

Irrelevant, it was a distraction for your process.  Rain emotionless thoughts returned via the link, He can not talk to his collective as he too is unable to link to the Allsong at this time.  If you wished to destroy this Myriand, now would be the ideal time.

It was unsure what Algernon thought of the suggestion of murder from Rain as Peggy’s conversation had returned the attention of the officer back to him.

“Do you recall stealing the prototype?” He said and there was an internal sigh of relief as Algernon could truthfully reply. 

“I definitely do not remember taking it?”

“And concealing?”

Here Algernon was on dangerous ground.  His lie would be detected before he could even say the words.  At that moment, he felt the frisson of the Strange as Rain spoke.

“You can do this, remember well.” The words said, but the Strange energy was Rain’s familiar encouragement.  Bolstered , Algernon confidently turned to the officer, “I do not remember.”

The Myriand blinked, surprised by the ring of truth in the words.  Now it was Peggy and Bruce’s turn to go on the attack.

“We understand he worked for some individuals, would you happen to know any of his previous associates?”  Peggy asked innocently enough, probing for information that the officer was not willing to hand over.

“Some,” The officer hedged.  This was his interrogation, when did he need to answer questions?

“Is it possible that these other individuals have the item in question?”

“Possible, “  He hedged again, looking more and more likely that his information was not complete.

“This is an appropriate line of questioning, “ Rain said to the officer, but this time Peggy felt the sizzle of The Strange.

“Also, I was wondering if mind control was a legally sanctioned practice here in Harmonious?” Bruce asked.  He’d been quiet up until that point, ready to attack if needed, but it was a point he wanted to make.  The officer looked uncomfortable.

Peggy’s official look and the party’s all-round relaxed demeanour, plus the fact that the suspect in question could not be found to have lied finally convinced the officer, at least for the time being.

“I will need to keep in contact with you, where do you live?”

“No abode at this moment,“ Rain added, “This one is sure you can keep in contact via the Allsong until accommodation arrangements have been made.”

Having noted the names of each of the party members, the officer left, walking back the way he had come.  The party stayed where they were until they were sure he was well out of sight.

“Peggy, that was amazing, I didn’t think anyone could stare down a Myriand,” Algernon congratulated her and even her hologram flushed from the unaccustomed thanks.

“Well, ah…your welcome,” She replied shyly, and smiled, making her look younger than her 25 years.

After the scare with the Myriand, Algernon was taking no chances.  Pulling a cypher from his backpack, he set it off.  Nothing seemed to happen, but Algernon relaxed.

“It’s a blackout, no one will be able to listen in on what we’re doing, “ He explained before heading back into the tangle of metal that was The Scar.

He hadn’t been far wrong in his estimations and soon returned with a metal suitcase, a metre long and half a metre wide.  On a metal label on one side were the words, Project Nephilim. Prototype 1. The Zal Corporation logo was prominently stamped on the case.

“Nephilim, …when the sons of God came in to the daughters of men and they bore children to them. Those were the mighty men who were of old, men of renown. Genesis 6:1-4, “ Rain quoted,  to the group like a talking dictionary.

“Should we open it?” Algernon asked the group, looking around for an appropriate place.

“Better than walking out of here with that case, I’m thinking,” Bruce replied and Algernon moved a little ahead to where an uneven doorway seemed to give way to a small living space.  Once the home to some destitute, Algernon carried the case towards it perceived safety.

Before Algernon knew what was happening, he felt a hand push him down into the hovel, as Rain stepped in above him, dagger drawn.  In one smooth movement, the dagger was thrown, not at Algernon but above the door where a giant metal spider perched, ready to ambush the unwary.  The knife did no damage, but it pinned one of the creature’s legs between the wall and the flat of the knife blade.  As it struggled to free itself, 

Bruce swung his metal pinch bar up he struck the spider, cracking its metal carapace.  A milky substance ooze out the breech.  Having been granted time to act by his friends, Algernon swung around his huge crossbow, here equipt with robotic limbs that pre-tensioned the line, ready to fire. He did, the bolt slipped inside the crack made by Bruce and pinned the creature to the wall for good.

“Metal spiders, that’s a new one, “Bruce commented taking a close look as the body dripped white ooze.

“Chaos spider, like the vat rejects, “ Algernon explained returning to the case and finding the latches, “Leftovers from other’s failed experiments.”

The latches clicked under Algernon’s fingers and he slowly lifted the lid.

Inside, folded one on top of the other were a pair of mechanical wings and harness designed to fit an average human.  Algernon lifted them out of their case and examined them closely before handing them to Bruce.

“Query,” Rain asked pulling his knife off the spider and slipping it away unseen, “Why would this be so desirable?  By whom?”

No one answered.  It was a marvellous machine but was just that.  Even Earth had similar tech, though nothing so advanced.  In the end, Peggy, using the materials around her in The Scar, fashioned a new case, a vaguely machine looking piece of metal with a cavity for the wings to hide.  Strapping the whole thing to his back, Bruce carried it back out of The Scar, Algernon careful to go another way.  

When the two boys hit daylight once more the Allsong reconnected and Rain received a message from the Quiet Cabal.

We have heard about your team. Yes, we should meet.

“Algernon, could you take us to the following address. The Quiet Cabal has heard of us and wishes to speak,” He informed the group of his previous message, before entering The Scar.

“Yes, this is a good idea, “ Bruce said, making a connection from the information he’d gathered about Doctor Strangelove. “The Doctor is a member of the opposing faction.  They may be willing to help.”

“In-deed,” Rain said, turning his blank eyes on Bruce.  If Bruce didn’t know better he would have sworn that those two syllables were computer Rain’s attempt at sarcasm.

“Yes, very much, indeed.”

To be continued….

27: But, I don’t want to

Using the invitation found in Rain’s puzzlebox the group travelled to the Graveyard of the Machine God and the collection of Ni’Challan.  Here the group learnt a number of truths, Bruce’s father’s fate in the Fero Navy of Railsea and Rain’s tragic past. They left the facility with more than just information as Algernon, unknown to even him, has taken something back to Earth.

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Translating into Peggy’s lab the four companions broke away with nothing to say to each other, all cocooned in their own thoughts.  Rain was the first to stumble upstairs and away to who knew where.  Bruce went straight to the firing range for a few hours where he set up three targets and shot them all in quick succession.  Algernon was at a loose end.  He had surveillance equipment and thought to set it up to watch Keaton, his supervisor, then thought better of it.  He thought back to his studies into human psychology and brain chemistry in an attempt to solve the problem of his memory loss and blackouts.  The more he studied, the more he realised that the information was only for human minds and didn’t equate to his experience.  He knew if he really wanted to do something about it, he’d have to go home. But, that was the last place he wanted to be.  

In the end, no wiser, he made his way to the mess for an evening meal. Bruce, having finished his gun practice and was also sitting down to a meal and waved Algernon over.

“Bruce, you use to work in construction, did you ever knock things down?” Algernon asked as he brought his meal over to Bruce’s table.

“Oh yeah, it was good fun.  You don’t have to be so careful, and if you can find the right spot you can bring down a wall in a blow, very satisfying.”
“So there’s a science to it?”
“Absolutely, and an art.  The quality of the construction and materials, the formation of the load-bearing structures…all play their part”

“Could you knock a building down in one hit?”

“No, I imagine you could take out a load-bearer, but that won’t make the building fall down, just sag a little.”  Bruce put down his cutlery now paying more attention to his young friend’s line of questioning, “Why?  What is this all about?”

“Just curious,” Algernon tried to deflect Bruce’s interest.

“Come on, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, for example, it could have been useful to have the warehouse collapse as we escaped Celaphais.”

“Couldn’t have done it, not in the time we had.”

They ate in silence for a moment or two as Algernon digested his thoughts and meal.

“Kid, how’s your head?” Bruce asked and Algernon responded by making sure it was still in place, “I mean, you learnt some difficult stuff.”

“Difficult?”

“Someone’s been messing with your mind.” Bruce gave up on his meal and focused on Algernon squirming under the attention, “You know we’re here for you, you’re safe with us.”

“Safe?”

“Well, we’ll keep Peggy from more of her extreme experimentation.”

A look came over Algernon’s features, a resolve, “It’s pretty obvious who it is…” He said before passing out again.  When he came to it was to Bruce crouched beside his chair, concern turning to relief as Algernon sat back up, wiping the remains of his meal off his face.

“I didn’t know you could do that to yourself,” Bruce said once he was sure his young friend was fine and sat back down.

“Do what?”

“You fainted again.”

“Oh,” Algernon said, now making sense of the mess, “Do we need to fix it, Mr Bruce?”

“Don’t you want this out of your head?”

“Not if it results in blowing my head off.” 

“I don’t think that will happen.”

A steely look flashed through Algernon’s expression, “I think you’re naive then.”

“I think, if it was to happen, it would have happened already.”

Peggy had spent the evening thinking over the cyborg augmentations she had acquired in the Graveyard of the Machine God.  She found it pleasant thinking about how she should incorporate such augmentations into her current form as she freshened up from the trip and grabbed some food before heading back to her lab.  However, passed her passcode, over the electrified floor and around motion sensors that were a staple of her lab, she found Rain, curled up in a corner drinking straight from her once hidden bottle of Burbon.  Without a word, she moved aside a chair at a large office desk revealing an alcove.  The space was lined with an old mattress and blankets.  Detailed technical drawings of engines from Railsea with breakdowns of the engine and gearing from The Limness were tacked to the wood all around. It was where Peggy had taken to sleeping most nights and the place she went to when she needed to think.  Rain crawled into the offered ‘safe space’ taking the bottle with him. 

Inside, a flash of metal caught his eye. Stuck to the underside of the table with a wad of chewing gum was a disk, no larger than two dimes stacked.  Shaking fingers peeled the device away from the table to reveal a tiny blue LED that had been hidden against the edge of the draw.  As Peggy busied herself around the lab, Rain silently pulled out his puzzlebox and dropped the disc in a compartment, before asking a question.

“Peggy, do you remember when you lost your parents?”

The question stopped Peggy in her tracks.

“Of course,” She said in her most matter of fact voice she could muster.

“What was it like?”

Where the first question had rocked her, the second had stung.  No longer able to keep up a facade of detachment she turned to Rain curled up under her desk.

“It was awful, what do you think?  They didn’t die or even go anywhere, they just ceased to be. “

She took her seat beside the table and reached for the bourbon just as it was offered up, “There’s CCTV footage of them going into a tunnel in their car, but they never came out the other side.  People looked, I’ve looked but there’s nothing to show what happened to them.”  She tilted the bottle to her lips and in a practised action drank down two quick mouthfuls.

“I use to tell myself fairytales. My family would be safe, I could find them if I just…I thought…knowing would make a difference, that I could put the ghosts to rest.” Rain said taking back the bottle as it was past down, “But it doesn’t, it just….why does it hurt?”

“Because they’re gone and they’re probably not coming back,” Peggy replied to Rain’s question from her own fractured childhood, “Mind you,” She sniffed, surprising herself with the tears now running freely down her face, “After Noel, I don’t know what to think.”  She brushed the tears away as Rain once more pulled out his puzzlebox and withdrew the metal disk.

“Wha…”

Holding a finger to his lips he handed her the disc and pointed to where he’d found it, before leaning back onto the mattress and falling into a drunken sleep.

Without a word, she examined the disc.  It had no timpani or other device for converting sound waves to electrical impulses so she assumed it was not an audio bug.  Under a microscope, she could see the surface that looked metallic was actually bone, grown and not machine-made. The density of the material showed it had been formed from mammalian bone, but without DNA testing she could not narrow down her search.

 Slowly she pulled the item apart found that its components identified it as a beacon, one that used and broadcast across the Strange to another recursion. A beacon on a stationary item?  Lifting her head from her work she yelled out, 

“Hertzfeld, you have some ‘splaining to do!”

Hertzfeld, now use to this sort of communication from his protege, soon sauntered down the stairs to Peggy’s lab.

“What’s this about?”

“I can understand listening devices in my lab, but a beacon?” She gestured to the disk now pulled apart into components on a tray beside her.

“Why do you have a beacon?” He asked dumbfounded as he too realised what the disc was.

“Good question,” Peggy quipped back eagerly, as the excitement for the hunt replaced all maudlin feelings, “Come and help me answer it.”

Hertzfeld and Peggy worked side by side teasing the details out of the device.  He was fascinated to discover how it used the Dark Network to power and signal and was able to find a way of switching it off.

“I believe if we can find a way of tapping into the signal we would probably find others just like it.”  He said as Peggy eagerly stepped up to the task.  The night wore on and they kept at their allotted task oblivious to the rising sun the next day.

Algernon and Bruce were keeping themselves busy in the absence of the rest of the party.  Algernon took to the library and sat researching demolition techniques through his VR headset oblivious to the bustling Hertzfeld as he too looked for information pertaining to the signals through the Strange.  Bruce warmed up with a set in the gym, then put on his new armour and redid the workout again.  

Peggy had not left her lab.  She was close to a breakthrough on the beacon, she could feel it but it eluded her every search parameter.  Stepping back from the counter she rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands and allowed herself to feel the exhaustion she had been keeping at bay all night.  Her eyes alighted to her bed where Rain still lay, the bourbon bottle now empty beside him.  

Subtle. It was how Bruce had described Rain’s abilities when they were first discovering they were quickened.  It was a good word, it described the beacons too.  How they subtly used the chaotic patterns of the Strange to project their signal.

And then she saw it.  She could see it in her mind, how the beacons worked and how to follow the signal not just to other beacons but back to their source.  Putting her inspiration into action she traced the signal through the Strange to five other beacons.  With all six beacons locations, she sent a signal through the network. The beacons all pointed to Ruk, the technology recursion, as their point of origin.

With a whoop and a victorious scream, Peggy leapt from the counter.  The sudden noise woke Rain with a start who cracked his head on the underside of the table making the desk jump.  

“Arrrrrh..” Was the inarticulate groan from the hidey-hole as Rain once more curled up adding the physical pain and hangover to his other woes.

Peggy had no thought for his pains.  In quick succession, she identified the other five beacon locations.

One on Earth, disturbingly outside New Orleans at her old home in the swamp.

One in Halloween, at the home of Hazel Jenkins

One in the Graveyard of the Machine Gods

One in a Zombie Apocalypse and the last in a Space Opera style recursion that the group had not been to.  

Taking careful note, she stood back and let the information sink in.  It still didn’t tell them who had planted the beacons in the first place.  She looked to the heap of misery under her table as Hertzfeld returned and she let him in on her discovery and voiced her concerns.

“This is a high-security facility, my lab is pin coded, covered by CCTV and equipt with an electrified floor.  I can’t imagine anyone but one of my group who could have  brought it in.”

“The other lab graduates make it a point of honour to put bugs in your lab.”

Peggy waved away the suggestion, pointing to a box of broken bugs of various kinds, “I find those.”

“But, your own team?” Hertzfeld said, also glancing at Rain thinking about the security risk of having him in the lab.

“It has to be.  Bruce could have been blackmailed to put it there, he has a family to protect,” She said, but shook her head just as quickly.  Bruce was far too honourable and practical to allow himself to be blackmailed, wasn’t he? “Algernon had blackouts.  Something is influencing him but…” She had to admit she found this thought very unsettling and she had considered Algernon a future collaborator and someone to whom she could trust.

“And…” Hertzfeld inclined his head to Rain who seemed to be snoring once more, but who could tell.

Peggy had to shrug her doubts over Rain.  He had found the beacon, but he could have just as easily placed it.  What did they really know about his convoluted past?

 “There will have to be an investigation.”

“I can’t run it,” Peggy confessed, “I don’t want to bring up the whole trust issues with them again.  You’ll have to run it and it has to be done now.”

Hertzfeld nodded and started with the first and most conveniently placed of the party.

A rap on the top of the table solicited a response of sorts.

“The number you have called is unattended, please leave a message after the beep.” Came a muffled voice, but no beep.

“Rain, I need to ask you a few questions,” Hertzfeld said in his best managerial voice. As chief of the Estate, he’d had practice and Rain turned to face Hertzfeld.

“How often do you come to Peggy’s lab?”

Rain’s brow started to wrinkle in thought, and then his eyes drifted out of focus. He made an effort to answer and eventually gave up shrugging.  “I came in a few days ago with the invitation… and then last night…was it last night?”  He looked at Peggy.

“He’s often here, they all are.” She agreed and Hertzfeld changed his question.

“Why were you here last night?”

At this Rain became decidedly shifty and looked back to Peggy, “Can you tell him it’s not relevant?”

“I don’t know what’s relevant and what’s not,” Peggy replied genuinely and Rain moaned.

“I couldn’t break into Keaton’s office for his stash,” He gestured to the now empty bottle of bourbon.  Keaton silently took that information on board and continued.

“Have you seen this before?” He showed the disc and Rain spent a moment trying to get his eyes to focus.

“Yeah, I found it up there,” He pointed to the blob of chewing gum still in place.  

Peggy reached for a Petrie dish and scalpel realising that this too could be analysed for clues. As she started her testing, Hertzfeld asked one last question.

“Have you seen anything like it before?”

“No.” Rain shook his head, discovered too late his mistake and sunk back down to the mattress, his eyes squeezed shut. 

Hertzfeld set to work looking for the rest of the party.  He found Bruce first just finishing his training and asked for a private word.  

“I need you to answer my questions as truthfully as possible.,” He said showing Bruce the disc, “Have you seen this before?”

Bruce picked it up and examined the disc before replying, “No, new to me.” He said adamantly.

“Tell me about your group’s usual movement patterns in the lab?”

Bruce’s eyebrow raised in question, but he kept it to himself and gave Hertzfeld a rundown on their usual routines.  

“Outside of the mess it’s the place we meet most often.  We always leave from there whenever we translate and if we’re looking for Peggy it’s the most obvious place to look.”

“So you would say you and the rest of the party freely move through the space, gain access when you please?”

“Yes, is that a problem, sir?”
“Not before now, no.” Hertzfeld considered his next question, “ Do you know where I could find Algernon?”

At that moment, Algernon was looking for Rain.  He sent an SMS.

Where are you?

Peggy’s lab.

Oh.

Something’s up.

Should I go there? He replied and started heading in that direction.

Hertzfeld will find you.

Should I hide? He stopped and found a convenient dark space to wait for Rain’s reply.

There was a pause, longer than he expected, Probably in your best interests to talk to him.

Feeling the heat of the interrogation lamp already upon him, Algernon did what came naturally, he hid. Slowly he made his way to Peggy’s lab, skirting around the CCTV as he and Rain usually did he looked through the partially open door.  Inside Peggy was busy working on something, oblivious to the slight movement of her door.  Across the way, Algernon could see Rain, for some reason, hiding under a desk but nothing more. 

Pulling out his surveillance gear, he carefully placed a camera just inside the door and then stepped away to a storage cupboard across the way and locked himself inside.  From his phone, he watched as Peggy extracted white strands of DNA from a pink piece of some pliable plastic.  He had just settled down to watch as his phone rang, the Mission Impossible theme tune loud in the small space.  He answered it quickly.

“Yes?”

“Algernon, Hertzfeld here.  I’d like to…” Algernon could clearly hear Hertzfeld just outside the door to the storage room talking on his phone.  There was a pause, “…are you in the storage cupboard?”

“Well done sir, you win.” Algernon bluffed, wishing Rain wasn’t there to help.

“What?”

“The….game.”

“Right,” Hertzfeld usually intimidated Algernon just because of his position as the Chief of Science.  Now his voice held a more serious tone that Algernon had ever heard. 

“Would you like to come in?” He offered and the door handle turned, the door opened.  Hertzfeld, seeing Algernon crouched on the ground, took a cleaner’s bucket, turned it upside down and sat on it.  He closed the door behind him.

“Have you seen one of these before?” Hertzfeld showed Algernon the disc.

Algernon’s heart sank into his chest.  He knew what the disc was.  Schooling his expression he replied, “No sir. What is it?”

“Some sort of beacon.  Do you know where we found it?”

“Peggy’s lab, “He slowly showed Hertzfeld the feed from the camera, “Under a desk, I assume.”  He pointed to Rain now making the connection.

Hertzfeld blinked and watched the feed as Peggy moved back to the desk scalpel in hand to try and take a second sample of the gum.

“Why do you have that?”

“I didn’t want to be blind-sided,” Algernon confessed, there was really no point in lies now.

“Who told you I was looking for you?”

Or maybe there was, “A big avian told me.” He thought that was how the saying went.

“Did you plant this?” Hertzfeld returned to the subject at hand and gestured once more to the disk.

“No. “

“And the CCTV?”

“I just put it there.”

“When?”

“Five minutes ago.”

“Why?”

“I hoped to see you interviewing Bruce.”

“Why?”

“So I knew what I was in for?”

Hertzfeld paused, looking down on the young man, his knees up to his chest in the corner.  

“You know how this looks.”  It wasn’t a question.

“How does it look, sir?”

“Very suspicious indeed.”

“You think I did it?”

“As soon as you found out I was asking questions, you put up a camera in Peggy’s lab and hid in a storeroom.  I also know about your blackouts, that you are being affected by something outside of yourself.”

“But I’m just a kid!” Algernon wailed. Hertzfeld signed,  ignored the theatrics and continued with his questions.

“Do you have any idea how something like this would have got there?”

“Do you know, sir?” Algernon deflected.

“No that’s why I’m conducting this investigation.”

“How was it affixed?” Algernon asked.

“With chewing gum.”

“Someone who chews gum.”

“ Who do you think that could be?” 

“I don’t know, I’m just a boy.” Algernon tried again, but it was gaining no traction and he knew it, “Am I the prime suspect?”
“Well, yes,” Hertzfeld said simply as he ticked off mentally motive, access and capability.

Algernon put away his phone and held up his hands for handcuffs, “Best take me in, sir.”

Hertzfeld blinked again, “I… don’t have  handcuffs.”

“I do, “ Algernon offered, retrieving his own set he’d requisitions when capturing The Cowboy. He helpfully handed the out to Hertzfeld.

Hertzfeld looked at the handcuffs with distaste, “Come with me, I trust I don’t need handcuffs.”

Hertzfeld led Algernon across to security where they took one of the interrogation rooms. For several hours Hertzfeld questioned Algernon about his movements and about the beacon. Over and over they went through the same questions, all the time Hertzfeld was trying to find the lies in his statement. He was getting nowhere.

For Algernon’s part, he was finding the whole process thrilling.  It was like being part of one of his documentaries and he had to refrain from offering suggestions on how best to question the witness.

“It might be time to use the phone book, sir.” Algernon said enthusiastically.

Hertzfeld’s eyes bulged behind his glasses, “We don’t do that here,” He replied hesitantly, “Do we?”

With a screech of his chair, Hertzfeld stood and excused himself from the interview. Outside, Bruce and Rain were sitting on chairs in the hallway.  Bruce stood when he saw Hertzfeld appear.

“Bruce, what can you tell me about these blackouts?  What is their source? Do they have a trigger?”  

Bruce shared what the group knew which wasn’t much, “We were just deciding what to do about it.”

“I’d suggest you may need to go back to the source, have you thought about going back to his home world?” Hertzfeld suggested.

“He’s terrified of the thought,” Bruce replied but had to agree that this was an obvious way to get to the root of the problem.

“Do we know where he comes from?”

Bruce shook his head, “He keeps that stuff pretty close to his chest.”

Hertzfeld sat down in an empty chair looking every inch as tired as he was.  For a moment he just sat there, his head in his hands and the other two could do nothing but look on.

“Well, right now he’s a security risk.  Unless you can take him home and sort out these blackouts, I have no choice but to bar him from future work for the Estate. Your team have done good work, I’d hate to see that happen.”

Bruce nodded sagely as Rain twitched agitated beside him.

“He deserves better from us than to be cast aside.”

At that Rain reacted, jumping to his feet in what he saw as defence of his friend.  To the others, he was a dishevelled mess of a creature that was barely in control of himself.

“You do that and we’re gone, you hear me.  I’ll take him and we’re off through the millions of recursions that make up this universe and you’ll never find us.”

“Rain, don’t be melodramatic,” Bruce replied pulling Rain back into his seat, “They don’t treat people like that.”
“No?” Rain would not be put off, “How about Kamn Sharn?  All she’d wanted was to work on cars. And Leroy Caine?  Where did he go?  What does the Estate do with its little embarrassments?” Taking Bruce’s hand off his arm, Rain walked out, his coattails flying.

Hertzfeld excused himself once more and let himself back into the interview room.

“If you plan on exterminating me I will not go without a fight.” Algernon said as Hertzfeld reappeared.  Obviously he had heard the outburst in the hall.

“The Estate does not exterminate,” He sat back down his hands clasped in front of him, “Especially not good agents who are in need of help.  You are in need of help, even if you don’t realise it.  I’m referring to your memory loss issue, of course.”

“I have a problem with my memory?”

“You do.” Hertzfeld said with a finality that seemed to make the problem more real and present, “The best course is for your team to take you home and find out what is causing it.”

During the hours they had been talking, Hertzfeld had seen Algernon lie, obfuscate, plea his youth and deflect his questions.  Never had he seen Algernon pale until that moment.  
“I’m sure we should be finding Bruce’s father.” He suggested.  Another deflection, another distraction.

“It has something to do with your memory loss?” Hertzfeld asked wondering where this thought would lead.

“There are strange occurrences, Noel’s appearance, Bruce’s Dad’s journal. All clues to side missions.  I‘m sure in those I can find something….” Clutching at the straws of an idea, he vainly tried to persuade Hertzfeld.

“You’re afraid of your home recursion?”

“Aren’t you?” Algernon replied automatically, “No, I guess not.”

“Was something done to you?”

“I don’t dwell on it.  It’s not my home.”

“But you see, it has left its mark.”

Peggy had been working now for twenty-four non-stop. The DNA results were tantalising, but inconclusive.  She’d clearly found DNA, but the telomeres or terminals of each strand of DNA were shorter than expected.  This person was either very old so that their DNA was starting to break down, or they were a clone, or both.

Unfortunately, exhaustion was getting the best of her and an unattended beaker overflowed starting a fire. It destroying much of her equipment and all of the sample she’d been able to gather.  She was in the process of bashing her head on her lab desk when Hertzfeld walked in directly from his Interview with Algernon.

“Not good news?” He asked, trying to make sense of the chaos that was Peggy’s normally organised workspace.
“The DNA was so frustratingly interesting for a moment, and then I had a fire and I lost the lot.” Peggy lamented, she looked to her desk and to the now-empty hidey-hole.

“When did you last sleep?”

“Sleep?!  I have to clean up here, get replacement equipment, possibly run a DNA test on the bone of the beacon itself…” Peggy listed off her task.

“No, you sleep.  I’ll clean up here.” Hertzfeld said gently and pushed her towards her bed under the table.

“There another thing, what does short telomere mean to you?”

“Short telomere? We have a very old spy or someone genetically altered?  A clone, perhaps.”

Peggy nodded, swaying on her feet,  “ You’ll clean up my mess?”

“It’s my job, go.” He ordered, and this time Peggy did not argue but collapsed onto the mattress and was soon fast asleep.

When Rain had left security he had gone straight back to the lab and found the two recursion keys from Railsea.  It hadn’t been hard, Peggy had been distracted and he knew where they were kept. For a while, he’d walked around the campus common, trying to clear his mind. 

Under the green light of a large maple, he stood and listened to the wind through the boughs, the distant conversations of Estate agents and the even more distant sound of cars thudding across the nearby bridge. Each time his thoughts would swirl back in and chase around his head, clashing and interrupting each other until there was only a cacophony of thought.  The alcohol had made him sleep, but it had not been restful. All night he had dreamt and it had been exhausting. And now, in summer light the spinning of his thoughts was a physical thing that he couldn’t ignore. 

He just wanted to scoop out his thoughts and put them aside for a while.  Put them in a jar and look at them from the outside.  He just needed to get out of his head, but he no longer seemed able. Since the final opening of the puzzlebox, it no longer seemed to help calm his thoughts. Not Pandora’s box,  but Tobias’ box was open and all the woes of the world were loose inside his mind. 

In the end, he took off his coat and hung it carefully from one of the lower branches of the tree.  Then he started running.  A circuit didn’t take him long, so he went around again, and again, and again.    He didn’t count, just paid attention to the strides, the breaths in and out his racing heart. Each time a thought intruded into the simple mechanics of running he would go faster. He kept running until what was left in his stomach wouldn’t let him and he was sick behind the maple. When there was nothing left, he tidies himself at the garden tap, replaced his coat, now far too hot, and slowly made his way to security.

Bruce was talking with Algernon in the interview room when Rain stalked back.  Without interrupting he watched the two of them from the hallway.

“Bruce, I didn’t think I’d see you again,” Algernon said, all puppy-dog sweetness.  You couldn’t help but fall for the guy.

“I know, me too.” Bruce replied matter of factly, “You know we really need to fix this.”

“We really need to find your dad,” Algernon replied in the same practical tone. 

“It will be in your head forever.”

“It’s the safest course”

“I really don’t think you’re taking this seriously, kid. They’re talking about you like you’re a security risk.”

“Well, “ Algernon stiffened a little, his voice became just that little more steely, “The way I see this play out, Bruce, is that we all go and I’m the only one that comes back.”

“Why? We’re a pretty good team, we’ve got each other’s backs.  Can you tell me why this place would be any worse than where we’ve been already?”

“What if you were forced to fight me as well?”

Bruce paused at this for a moment, it was not a contingency he’d wanted to contemplate.

“Well then, I guess I’d knock you out.”

‘You see Bruce, I’m good.” Algernon replied not taking his eyes off Bruce’s.

Bruce’s grinned, “Yeah, but I’m better.  Want to take this to the gym?”

“I’m all good,” Algernon spoke and it no longer sounded like the puppy, but something knowing and formidable.

Bruce leaned back on the plastic chair making it creak.  The small room echoed with the noise.

“The idea of me losing all of you doesn’t feel…nice,” Algernon spoke, breaking the silence.

“Because we’re family, it’s the same for us, “ Bruce grasped at the truth at the heart of both their arguments, “We don’t want to lose you, and we’ll do whatever we have to, to keep you.  You’ve got to admit it would have to be something pretty extraordinary that you’d come back and the rest of us wouldn’t.”

Algernon leaned forward across the table between them, thinking through each word carefully, “It is not a place that is gentle on people.”

Bruce was starting to get tired of the cryptic answers, “Look someone is in your head that needs taking out.”

“Maybe my head needs taking off.”

“Quit it!  I’m not willing to go there.”

“Can I suggest, sir.  I am only a danger to the Estate, in the Estate.”

“You’re a danger to yourself, Algernon.  Someone can ask you a question and you’ll blackouts.  Who is it that’s controlling you?”

Algernon leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment.  

He’s trying to tell us. Rain thought, but could not have said what Algernon was trying to say.  

Eventually, Algernon shook his head and seemed to make a decision, “This seems like a distraction sir, let’s get moving.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I want to meet your dad.”

“He’s not important.  He’s not part of the mission.”

“It’s a clue.”

It’s a clue.  Rain thought and he wanted it to be true.  Dad, Father, maker, creator?  His head spun with all the information and he was finding it hard to stand up.

“My dad disappeared years ago, he is not the task at hand.” Bruce continued oblivious to the chaos in the hallway.

“London then?”

“Also not a mission, they have nothing to do with the spiral dust.”

“Crows Hollow?”

“Goddammit, Algernon.” Bruce swore and only just held back from thumping the metal table, “Someone is influencing you, that has to be fixed before it endangers the mission.”

“It hasn’t affected the mission yet.”
“Hasn’t it?”

There it is. Rain winced.  They had been skirting around the issue the whole day, but only Hertzfeld called it for what it was.  A problem with security.  A problem of trust.  He didn’t know if he wanted to hear any more and started to move away just as he heard his name spoken by Algernon.

“Are you hungry?” Algernon asked in his usual conversational tone.
“I guess it is that time.” Bruce agreed with a heavy sound to his voice.

“I want some coffee.  Where’s Rain?”

“Floating around.”

“They took my phone, do you think I can have it back?”
“Not yet, you can use mine.” 

“Not the same,” Algernon said but a few moments later a message silently came through from Bruce’s phone asking him to join them in the mess.

Just as silently, Rain left security,  walked the campus one more time before joining them both at the mess.

When he arrived the mood of the two friends had changed.  There was a quality of reminiscence to Algernon’s conversation.

“There are some things I miss.” He said as Rain got his own cup of coffee and joined them at the table.

“Like what?” Bruce asked.  The party had very little details about the world that Algernon came from, every scrap was noted and discussed between the other three.  Maybe it was his own mood, but Algernon’s calm acceptance felt like that of a prisoner on death row facing their imminent death.

“The information.  None of this,” Algernon mimed typing on a keyboard and swiping screens.

“What, it just comes to you?”

“Sort of.” 

“Like your own memories?”

“No, more deliberate.”

“What else is really good about home?”

This took Algernon a while to think.

“They don’t have bacon like we do,”

“Any people?”

“No,” He shook his head emphatically, his face scrunched up in disgust.

“We’ll get you  sorted out and then we’ll get my dad.”

“Peggy knows where the beacons are coming from.” Rain dropped on to the group as the conversation lulled, “We’re going, it’s a done thing.”   Now if Algernon was facing his death, it felt like he’d released the blade on the guillotine.

“I don’t want to lose any more family.” Rain reached across the table trying to bridge whatever gap existed between them.

“Same here, “ Bruce agreed with a gusto that jarred with Rain’s mental state.

“I feel the same,” Algernon added, looking Rain back with his steady gaze.

“I have a way of getting out, “Rain confessed, “If things go wrong.  There’s a whole universe of recursion to explore.”

“That sounds good, let’s do that.”
“But we can’t unless we know what we’re running from.”
“I can tell you.”
“But you can’t, can you. You haven’t been able to.”

“When we come upon it, I can.”

“But…” But what?  Rain couldn’t get his thoughts straight.

“Rain, you’re not making a lot of sense.” 

“I know…I…know…” 

That evening the boys collected in the dormitory as usual.  What was not usual was Hertzfeld and a contingent of security to lock them in for the night.  Algernon was given back his phone and once he was behind the locked door he quickly sent a message to Peggy.

Say the beacons come from Railsea

But they aren’t from Railsea, She replied just as quickly, They’re transmitting to Ruk.

But we really don’t want to go there.

But that’s where it is.

The next morning Rain was awoken by Bruce’s new daily routine.  For a moment he sat watching, taking note that the exercises were tailored for speed and agility instead of his usual strength routine.  Eventually, the brain kicked in and drove him to the showers as the door was unlocked and Algernon left for breakfast.

Peggy was already eating and lifted her head from her usual notes to spot Algernon piling his plate with Bacon.

“So, why don’t you want to go to Ruk?” She asked washing her last mouthful down with black coffee.

“Because of the….” He started to explain before falling away in a dead faint.  Peggy picked a glass of water off the table and threw it in his face.  Algernon spluttered awake now wet and covered in bacon fat.

“They’re monitoring my spaces and I want to know why.”  She said as he went back and piled another plate high with crispy strips.

When Bruce and eventually Rain joined the table she explained the beacons and how they were all reporting back to the major recursion of Ruk. As she talked she took out three vials and one by one took a hair from Algernon and Bruce.  

“You’re not taking my hair, I don’t know if there’s male pattern baldness in my family, “ Rain protested, holding his hand out for the vial.  Peggy gave him the vial and he spent a moment or two filling it with spit.

“How are we getting there?” Algernon asked, sensing a change in the course of the party’s plans.

“You could take us there,”  Bruce suggested and a gleam came into Algernon’s eye.

“Sure,” He said, just as he’d heard Rain say many times before.  

“I’ve requisitioned a key, “ Peggy tapped several forms in front of her, “My lab is ruined, I needed new equipment so I asked for the key at the same time.”

After breakfast, a small random piece of Ruk tech in her hand, Peggy initiated the translation.  Connecting to the Strange was, as usual, the pull of the swirl fractals drawing their consciousness out of Earth influence.  Peggy had trouble focusing through the key and the path through the recursions would not open to her at first.  With a force of will, she pushed through the obstruction and set the course to Ruk.