Century Rain Part 92

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It was bad, but it was some other slightly less piquant flavour of bad.

In another instant-another tick of the clockwork grind of consciousness-the s.h.i.+p began to execute some drastic evasive manoeuvre. Auger had just enough time to feel her weight s.h.i.+fting dangerously to one side when her gown stiffened into a protective coc.o.o.n and the furniture, floors and walls reshaped themselves into a protective matrix.

Then came the awful moment when the s.h.i.+p forced its breathing apparatus down her throat.

She experienced a momentary blissed-out sense that, in truth, being smothered into helplessness was actually quite pleasant...

Two or three missing frames of consciousness.

Information trickled into her skull, via Ca.s.sandra's machines. They were talking to Tunguska and the rest of the s.h.i.+p.

One of their own missiles had just locked on to them. The peculiar spatial properties of the hyperweb tunnel had confused its navigation system, while the echoing babble of chaotic EM signals had caused it to disregard the message that Tunguska's s.h.i.+p was friend, rather than foe. There was no time to aim and fire the beam weapons. The s.h.i.+p had flexed itself, bending its hull to let the missile slip by at the last instant, like a supple combatant avoiding a lethal stab. Once the missile had streaked past into the portion of the tunnel behind the s.h.i.+p, an emergency detonation command had gnawed into its tiny, murderous mind and made it self-trigger.

The explosion had caused a local alteration in the geometry of the tunnel cladding, sending propagation shocks haring away in all directions; meanwhile, re-radiated energies bounced around in a storm of short-wavelength photons, chewing through the protective armour of Tunguska's s.h.i.+p and into the soft living tissues of the pa.s.sengers within.

Sensing further danger, the s.h.i.+p kept its occupants locked within the gee-load cus.h.i.+oning while it strained ahead with every sensor that could claw some sc.r.a.p of information about the forward state of the tunnel. The reverberations from the missile blast had blinded the acoustics, for now at least. Frantically, the s.h.i.+p switched to backup systems it would never have relied upon during normal flight. Neutrino lasers and wide-spectrum EM pulses peered into the bright, swallowing mouth.

Another two missiles were haring back towards them, groping for a target.

Premature-detonation signals were transmitted at maximum signal strength. Beam weapons, deployed and ready now, locked on and prepared to fire if the missiles did not self-destruct.

One of the pair ripped apart in a controlled explosion, dampeners limiting the blast radius. The other missile shrugged off the kill order and increased its acceleration rate, sprinting for final interception. The s.h.i.+p swerved and contorted itself, pus.h.i.+ng its structural limits beyond all conceivable safety margins. Shrill reports of irreparable damage hit Auger's brain. The s.h.i.+p could still tolerate more damage-but not much more.

The beam weapons swung hard and locked on to the third stray missile. They fired, impacting at a range of only two kilometres up the tunnel from the s.h.i.+p. With its dampening systems not engaged, this missile's explosion was the most violent of the three.

They raced into the fireball. The s.h.i.+p screamed, writhing in cybernetic agony.

Then it was through.

Faster than language, a thought made its way into Auger's head.

"We deployed six missiles," Tunguska told her. "Three have come back. Three more must still be out there."

At lightning speed, the cloud of machines in her head wove a response. Had Auger answered, or was it Ca.s.sandra framing the question? She didn't know. "How many more close hits can we take?"

"None," Tunguska said.

Over the next five minutes, two more missiles came back. The first was limping, damaged by glancing encounters with the tunnel lining. The beam weapons engaged and killed it with swift efficiency, destroying it at a range of sixty-five kilometres, the very limit of detection.

The other missile surrendered itself to the kill-order, puffing apart in a damped blast that inflicted only minor damage.

"One's still out there," Tunguska said.

"Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all, was it?" Auger observed wryly.

"It was the only one we had," Tunguska replied phlegmatically.

During the next ten agonising minutes, a sixth missile did arrive, coasting on a high-speed intercept trajectory. It showed no inclination to obey the destruct commands, even when it was very close. Tunguska's beam weapons gored it open, but the warhead refused to detonate. The missile veered in a hairpin turn, then speared itself at a right angle into the tunnel cladding. Half-blind as they were, the acoustic sensors could still track its progress as it bored through the stressed laminate of artificial s.p.a.ce-time. Somewhere deep inside the cladding it finally blew up, and the entire wall bulged outward.

"That was number six," Auger said. "All six are down. We're home and dry."

"No," Tunguska said. "At least, we can't be sure. That last one...it wasn't one of ours."

"But you sent six-"

"And five returned. That last one was a gift from Niagara. It means he knows we're here."

By the time Tunguska's s.h.i.+p emerged from the portal, automatic damage repair had taken care of the worst of the wounds the s.h.i.+p had sustained in the tunnel. There were some things that could not be put right without specialist attention, but they would have to wait until the vessel returned to Polity s.p.a.ce. For now, it was still capable of continuing the chase, albeit at reduced effectiveness, while the bleed-drive was nursed back to full health.

"If only we could be sure of the route Niagara took," Tunguska said.

Auger leaned forward, resting her elbows on the soft padding of the extruded table. The s.h.i.+p had released its grip on its occupants. They had all been dosed with UR, the tiny machines now swimming through their bodies on a mad errand to correct the genetic damage caused by the radiation from the undamped missile blasts. "I thought you were hoping to catch him between portals."

"I was," the Slasher said. "And there was always a chance of that. Unfortunately, Niagara was just a little too fast. He may have cut some safety margins now that he knows we're chasing him."

"That missile attack really backfired on us," Floyd said.

"On the other hand, it may have helped us," Tunguska said. "Niagara may believe that his return strike destroyed us. With all the acoustic noise, there's no way he could have bounced an echo off us."

"So it could go either way," Auger said. "That's the top and bottom of it, right?"

"I confess that there are a number of unknowns."

"It would help if we knew which door he'd taken," Auger observed. The hyperweb transition had thrown them thousands of light-years across the galaxy. Auger didn't need to know the details. There was still at least one transition ahead of them; maybe several. Given the knotted topology of the hyperweb links, they could end up almost anywhere, if they ever succeeded in following Niagara's trail to the ALS.

"Even if Niagara made his next throat insertion before our emergence," Tunguska said, "I was still hoping for an unambiguous sign of which portal he used."

"And?" Auger asked impatiently, tapping a fingernail against the table. Tunguska had already called up a display of the immediate volume of s.p.a.ce around the four neighbouring portals. They were all anch.o.r.ed to anonymous rocks...o...b..ting a compact, dark binary where major planetary formation had never taken place. It was a bleak, h.e.l.lish place, sizzling with high-energy particles chewed up and spat out again by the twisted Siamese magnetosphere of the binary stars.

"At maximum thrust, with all safety margins disengaged, he could have reached any one of the three outgoing portals a shade before our emergence," Tunguska said. "He must have been confident that the Molotov device could tolerate that kind of acceleration without its own containment mechanisms failing...but then again, perhaps that was a risk he was prepared to take."

"Can you see a thrust trail?" Auger said.

"No. Too much ambient radiation around for us to be able to sniff out the ionisation products."

"What about the portals?" she asked. "Didn't the staff see which one he used?"

"There are no staff," Tunguska said. "Apart from routine visits for maintenance, these portals here take

care of themselves."

"Then the machines-"

"All three tell the same story," Tunguska said, one step ahead of her questions. "They were all activated,

geared up for throat insertion and controlled collapse. Niagara sent activation signals to all three-like a man opening all the doors in the corridor in order to mask the one he really stepped through."

"Clever guy," Floyd said. "You have to give him that."

Auger buried her head in her hands. She felt a tremendous, welling frustration with Tunguska. Despite all his technology, all his cool, calm Slasher wisdom, he was still powerless against a single agile adversary. It was unfair, she knew, but she couldn't help herself. In the presence of a wizard, she wanted miracles, not excuses.

"This is not good," she said. "Don't you have any clues? He only had one s.h.i.+p. Only one of those portals

was really used."

"That's our only straw," Tunguska said. "As it is, one of the portals shows a slightly different collapse signature compared to the other two he might have used. If I had to put money on it, I'd say that's the one that really had a s.h.i.+p squeezed through it."

"How much money?" she asked, smiling.

"You'd rather not know."

"OK," Auger said. "If that's our only option...we have to take it. Once we're inside, will we be able to

bounce an echo off him?"

"Perhaps," Tunguska said, "but the absence of an echo won't necessarily prove that we chose the wrong door. He could be just too far ahead of us for it to reach him."

"Do we have any other options?"

"No. That's why I've already committed us to the portal with the odd signature. As soon as drive repair

is complete, we'll ramp up to maximum pursuit thrust."

"Good," Auger said. "I'd rather be chasing a shadow than sitting around here talking about it."

"Unfortunately, chasing shadows may be all we end up doing. Even if that signature is real, it's at the

limit of readability. If Niagara had shaved just an additional hour off his arrival time, we'd never have seen it."

"Then we'd better not waste a minute."

"That's the problem." Tunguska replaced the schematic image of the quadruple-portal system with the

fractured-gla.s.s map of the galactic hyperweb network. He zoomed in on one little area, highlighting a conjunction of four filaments. "This is where we are now," he said. "And this-given our best guess-is where Niagara will emerge, after an eight-hour transit."

He directed their attention to another part of the map, further around the great clockface of the galaxy.

"Another cl.u.s.ter of portals," Auger said.

"Six, all told, including the one we'll enter through. There's no ALS there, so it can't be his final

destination. He'll be taking another portal."

"We'll just have to hope that the same trick works twice."

"It won't, I'm afraid," Tunguska said. "The time differential between his departure and our arrival will

be too great. There'll be no detectable difference between the portals, regardless of the fact that only one of them will have had a s.h.i.+p fly through it."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning that unless he has spectacular bad luck between here and there-we'll have lost him."

"We can't lose him," Auger said. "That's simply not an acceptable outcome."

"We may have to live with it. He knows the way to the ALS. We don't. It's that simple."

"Ca.s.sandra should have looked at those doc.u.ments in more detail," Auger said, with an odd feeling of self-criticism, as if she was reproaching herself for some unacceptable omission or failing.

"She did the best she could," Tunguska said. "At the time, she had only a vague idea that they might be of strategic importance. It's lucky we got what we did."

"Lucky?" Auger snapped. "The cargo told us nothing."

"I'm sorry," Tunguska said. "If there was anything I could do...We'll continue the chase, of course, and hope for good luck."

"That's the best you can offer?"

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