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The sound of small arms fire filtered down the tunnel behind him, punctuated by the unmistakable clatter of Whompers and Thrummers. Will turned and staggered back towards the shuttle platform and the orange flashing emergency lighting.

When he’d got as far as the crashed shuttle he slumped back against the twisted metal. The wreckage groaned in sympathy.

‘Where’s the wee shite?’ Brian swung his Whomper across the tunnel behind Will.

Will looked down at his splattered and stained jumpsuit. ‘I think that’s his ear.’

‘Don’t be a bamheid.’ Brian peered at him. ‘That’s a kidney.’

Will peeled it off the front of his chest and dropped it to the floor. ‘Yeah, you’re probably right.’

A soft ‘thump’ sounded from further up the tunnel and what was left of the platform doors exploded in a whirlwind of glass and plastic. Two figures, just visible through the thick pall of dust, picked themselves out of the debris. They tried to return fire, but something large roared, turning them both into a fine red mist.

‘Jesus!’ said Brian. ‘Emily’s no’ takin’ any prisoners.’

Someone stalked out of the ruined doorway onto the platform, a Bull Thrummer growling in their hands.

‘Cat!’ Will clambered to his feet and jogged back up the tunnel towards the murky figure.

‘Hold it right there!’ It wasn’t Cat; it didn’t even sound human.

‘Dickson? That you?’ Will had to squint, the siege weapon’s targeting beam had turned the foamcrete and human dust into solid green soup.

‘On your knees, hands where I can see them!’

Will sank to the floor and did as he was told. Something alien emerged from the mist, all lumpy and misshapen. The figure flipped up its visor and pulled the breather off its face.

‘Lieutenant,’ Dickson said into her throat-mike, ‘I’ve found him.’ She gave Will a small smile and clipped the mask back over her mouth. ‘You can get up now, sir.’

‘Agent Alexander and DS Cameron are back there, near the shuttle wreck. We need to get Jo to a hospital ASAP.’ He pointed at the Bull Thrummer in her hands. ‘There’s another member of my team, a Bluecoat, carrying one of those. She’s still in the facility.’

‘I’ve not seen anyone, but I can ask.’ Dickson put out the call and another strange, alien figure emerged out of the mist. Two gold pips painted on the chitin’s shoulder plates, a glowing digital readout with ‘BRAND’ on the chest. Emily.

The three of them walked back towards the flickering orange hazard lights in uncomfortable silence.

‘The cavalry’s here,’ he told Brian, trying to break the permafrost.

Lieutenant Brand snapped her visor up and nodded. ‘Brian.’

‘Took yer bloody time.’ He winked. ‘No’ got any chips on you, have you? I’m starved.’ The sound of gunfire was less frequent now; only the occasional roar and pop breaking the silence.

‘Greedy bastard…’ Emily looked down at Jo’s battered face and broiled arm, then keyed her throat-mike. ‘Floyd, Patterson, get your arses and a stretcher down to the shuttle bay. I’ve got an injured DS for you.’ She turned and addressed Dickson. ‘You’re on escort duty. See them back to the ship and make sure they go straight to the Royal. I hear they stopped off for a couple of pints and your arse is in a sling.’

‘Yes, ma’am!’

‘Emily…’ Will paused as she turned and stared at him, eyes cold and hard. ‘We’ve got an officer missing, the Blue-coat-’

‘I heard. If she shows up we’ll let you know.’

Dickson and Patterson jogged out of the mist carrying an evac platform. Gently they lifted Jo into place, strapped her in and set off back to the surface, taking Private Dickson and her Bull Thrummer with them.

Emily turned to follow them, but Will held her back.

‘Look, I’m sorry I-’

She ripped the breather from her face. ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!’

‘I didn’t want-’

‘They put crap under my skin! You knew!’ Her hand struck him like a cannon-shot, snapping his face to one side. ‘Bastard!’

‘What was I supposed to do?’ He spat a long stream of blood at the tunnel floor. ‘If I’d told you they’d have heard. They killed Stein and they damn near killed Jo. They would have come after you too…’

‘You should have told me.’ She pulled the mask back over her face and walked back into the mist. Will watched her disappear.

A large hand settled on his shoulder.

‘Fancy a curry?’

Will sighed. ‘She’s going to hate me for ages, isn’t she?’

‘Come on, let’s go see if we can find Cat.’

She breaks an ampoule of halfhead sedative into Kikan’s twitching body. His eyes widen as the chemical takes hold and the shuddering subsides. Now he can’t move, but he can see, and he can hear, and he can feel everything.

Lucky boy.

Hefting Kikan’s limp body over her shoulder is no trouble at all. All those years of hard physical labour have paid off.

It’s a shame she’ll have to leave the Bull Thrummer behind. A lovely toy, but it’s just too big. She can’t carry that and the old man at the same time.

Pity…

Ah well, she’ll just have to buy herself one when she gets to her new home.

She pushes through the door. Outside, Sherman House is a dark silhouette against the sodium-tainted clouds. Doctor Westfield closes the door behind her, then slips away into the rainy night with her new best friend.

She has a lot of fun activities planned for Mr Kikan.

The facility was full of dust. Down in the interrogation room a handful of technicians and plainclothes military types were lying face down on the floor, hands snared behind their backs. Someone had thrown a cloat over Henderson’s headless body, but bits of Lincoln were still stuck to the roof, floor, walls…

‘No sign of her anywhere.’ Sergeant Nairn wiped a hand across his chitin’s breastplate, leaving a clean patch. ‘We found a Bull Thrummer up on the top level, near an exit to the square, but…’ He shrugged. ‘Sorry.’

A familiar voice echoed down the corridor, getting louder all the time. ‘What’s going on here? I want an explanation for all this and I want it now!’

‘Shite, it’s Her Royal Bitchiness!’ Brian spat onto one of the prone figures. ‘Where’s the nearest terminal?’

Nairn pointed through the hole Cat had blasted in the mirrored wall to the observation suite.

‘You’ve no’ seen us, OK?’ Brian grabbed Will by the arm and pulled him into the little darkened room before Director Smith-Hamilton appeared.

The unmistakable sound of power heels on tiles clattered through from the other side of the mirrored wall and they ducked down behind a bank of monitoring equipment, keeping out of sight.

Brian pointed at a terminal and whispered, ‘Hack into the Bluecoat system again and set off Cat’s coffin dodger.’ He dug the tracker out of his pack. ‘We find her fast enough, maybe we all live to see breakfast.’

Will hammered commands into the keyboard, not even bothering to cover his tracks. Fifteen seconds later the tracker in Brian’s hands burst into life.

‘Got her!’ He grinned, then frowned. ‘In the name of the wee man…’ He slapped the tracker and peered at the readout again. ‘It’s no’ workin’ properly.’

Will held out his hand. ‘Let me see it.’

‘It’s buggered. According to this she’s way over the other side of town.’

Will stared at the map flickering on the tracker’s screen. ‘Maybe whoever grabbed her has a hopper?’

‘Aye, that’ll be…Hud oan, she’s no’ movin’. Signal’s stationary.’

‘Right. We need transport.’ Will clicked off the terminal and crept through the door at the back of the observation room.

There was a brand-new Wraith parked in the middle of Monstrosity Square. It was sleek and impressive, the engines idling; ready to bounce away at the slightest sign of trouble. Will and Brian marched straight over to it.

Will knocked on the cockpit window, and when the pilot opened it said, ‘We’re commandeering this vehicle.’

‘Aye,’ she replied, ‘that’ll be shining. This is the Director’s private flyer, I’m no’ goin’ anywhere without her say-so.’

‘You want to call her?’ asked Brian. And when the pilot said she did, he punched her on the nose and dragged her out of the cockpit.

‘Brian!’

She rolled into a ball on the rain-soaked concrete, clutching her face and groaning.

Brain shrugged and threw his Whomper in the back. ‘We’re in a hurry.’

They scrambled aboard and strapped themselves in, then Brian grabbed the controls and the Wraith leapt into the downpour, engines howling as it accelerated away from Sherman House.

‘Where we goin’?’ He tossed the tracker to Will.

Will squinted at the little screen. ‘Kelvingrove Park.’ He frowned. That didn’t make sense…Why would they take Cat back there?

From above, the park was a vast patch of darkness, the only light coming from a thin line of sodiums burning amber in the incessant rain. Brian brought the gleaming ship in low, whipping the bushes with the engines’ wash as he landed.

Will grabbed the Whomper and leapt out into the frigid monsoon. The tracker bleeped at him as he squelched through the mud and bushes, and then, at last, he found her.

It was difficult to equate the battered, naked body at his feet with the Bluecoat they’d stormed Ken’s underground facility with. Her face was smashed beyond recognition: battered so badly there were no features left, her skin pale and waxy.

‘Aw Christ, Cat.’ Brian sank to his knees in the mud next to her. ‘You poor wee kid.’