Main Command Building, Naypyidaw, Myanmar
“An impressive consignment. Your people have done well.” Michael-Lan checked the cargo manifest off with pleasure. Heroin number three and number four, raw opium, methamphetamines, ecstasy, DOM, it was all there in more than adequate quantities. Generous even, the supplies would restock his dwindling stash nicely.
“We are pleased to supply our ally’s needs.” Secretary-General Myint Oo addressed Michael-Lan as an equal which irked the Archangel greatly although he concealed his feelings behind a friendly smile. “We have established new factories for the synthetic products and driven our rivals for the heroin supplies out of business. We can increase supplies still further if you wish.”
“That would be most acceptable.” Michael-Lan paused for a second. “Can you supply cannabis as well?”
“Of course. For a price.” Myint Oo gave Michael the reminder gently but firmly.
“Of course.” Michael-Lan fished out a bag and handed it over. “These should cover this shipment I think.”
The bag was full of precious stones, diamonds, emeralds, rubies and sapphires. Myint Oo ran them through his fingers, extracting a few of the better stones for his own supply as he did so. The jewels were supposed to go to Myanmar’s ruling junta where they would be exported as if they were products of Myanmar’s precious stones industry and the proceeds into the junta member’s bank accounts. It was a good deal, Michael-Lan got most of the drugs he needed for his purposes while the Generals in Mynamar lined their retirement accounts. Only one General had argued with the arrangement and he was now in Insein prison on a charge of corruption. That had amused Michael-Lan greatly, to accuse somebody of corruption in Myanmar was rather like accusing water of being wet.
“There is another matter.” Michael-Lan spoke carefully. “Has it occurred to you that the Thai Army on the border is now weaker than it has been for many, many years?”
“It has.” Myint Oo spoke equally carefully. “Their armored division and both cavalry divisions have gone to join the armies fighting in hell. That means their strategic reserve has been depleted and their defense rests upon their infantry divisions alone. Many of those are in the cities to protect against attacks from daemons.”
“Does this not tempt you?”
Myint Oo dropped his voice. There was no need to but the subject of the conversation seemed to demand it. “It might allow us to redress the wrongs done to us in history.”
Oh, you little humans are wonderful. You can reach back into your past and find an excuse for anything. Even if you have to invent it. “If your government needs support, financial support, for such redress, there are many more where these came from. Perhaps the time has come for the redress you need.”
“Perhaps. It is an idea that has much favor.” Myint Oo looked sunwards and then at the black ellipse that hovered a few feet away. “Michael-Lan, we have a small gift for you.”
Michael-Lan hid his surprise with the same care as he had hidden his earlier irritation. “A gift?”
Myint Oo waved and some workers brought over a flat-bed carriage that made a whining noise. “An electrically-powered trolley. It will make it much easier for you to take your supplies to the other side of… that.”
Michael-Lan was genuinely touched by the consideration. “That is very kind of you. Thank you so much. And good luck with your redress of historical wrongs.” Whistling happily, he pulled down on the handle of the trolley and felt the electric motors in the wheels boost his effort. Then, with a cheerful wave, he pulled his cargo of street-corner pharmaceuticals through the portal back to Heaven.
USS Turner Joy, Returning From Hell Deployment
“Bell-bottomed trousers, coat of Navy Blue,
She loved a sailor and he loved her too.”
Sophia Metaxas laughed as the chorus faded away, lost underneath the whine of the turbines and the roar of the destroyer’s main gearing. The old destroyer had served for almost six months in Hell and was the worse for wear because of it although, oddly, she’d weathered better than some of the more modern ships. Greater tolerances in her construction probably had a lot to do with that. She’d pulled her weight as well, her three five inch guns had made short work of some local baldrick who had tried to buck Abigor’s surrender order.
Lieutenant Travis checked his instruments then looked rather hopeful. “We should be back in Norfolk by seventeen-thirty. We’re entering the approach channels now.”
Senior Chief Robert ‘Bob” Gaussington was looking at his engine instrumentation with an increasingly worried expression on his face. He picked up the telephone and got through to the bridge. “Commander Reynolds? We’ve got a problem down here. We’re getting some bad readings on the water flow down here. Much more of this and we’ll have problems keeping steam pressure up in the engines.”
“Are those pirates of yours down there with you, Senior Chief?”
“That they are Sir. As piratical a bunch as you might want to meet.” Turner Joy had a problem, as one of the very few steam-powered ships left in the Navy, people familiar with her plant and systems were few and far between. Except, of course, for the group who had pulled the ship out of a museum and masterminded her return to service. Eventually, the navy had recognized they had little choice in the matter and drafted the whole group, putting them half-in the Navy and half-out of it. This weird status of most of her crew had given Turner Joy what was perhaps the most eccentric ship’s company in the whole Navy.
“Well, get them up here. They need to see this.” The tone brooked no delay.
Once on the bridge wings, Sophia Metaxas could see what the cause for alarm was. As far as she could see, the sea was blood-red, even the bone in the destroyer’s teeth was crimson. It was a stunning, dreadful sight, made all the worse by the silence that surrounded it. There were no sea birds, no fish jumping, nothing. Only the sound of the destroyer as she plowed through the poisonous-looking sea.
“Have you ever seen anything like this Captain.”
“Sure. It’s a Red Algal Bloom, it used to be called a Red Tide although the name’s dropped out of fashion since its nothing to do with the tide and the color can be anything from light yellow to deep brown. I’ve never seen one this large before though. When I was on the old Seattle out of Naval Weapons Station Earle in New Jersey, we saw this all the time off New York. Everything was right for an algal bloom there, lots of nutrients in the water caused by runoff from the city and a coastal upwelling, that’s where Deepwater oceanic currents underwater formations that push them to the surface. The result is the algae grow out of control and we get this. But there, the patches are perhaps a hundred yards long and about twenty wide. We’ve been sailing through this one for ten minutes and there’s no end to it.”
“How bad is this?” Sophia looked at the blood red sea and a memory of a chilling paragraph came back into her mind.
“Very. The algae produce natural toxins and deplete the dissolved oxygen in the sea water. That causes wildlife mortalities among marine and coastal species of fish, birds, marine mammals and other organisms. The worst of the poisons is a potent neurotoxin called brevetoxin. That kills everything in the water. A Red Algal Bloom this size, it could be a disaster for marine life around here.”
“The second angel poured out his bowl into the sea, and it became blood like that of a dead man; and every living thing in the sea died. Revelation 16:3.” The verse had returned to Sophia’s mind while the Captain had been speaking and she repeated it grimly. “The Second Bowl of Wrath.”
Reynolds looked at her suspiciously. “And just how did you know that?”
“My parents and grandparents took their religion very seriously. When the message came though, telling everybody to lay down and die, they did. I tried to save them, I cried and screamed at them, I tried to drag them up out of their beds, I even ripped the earrings out of my mother’s ears hoping the pain would bring her back. But nothing worked and they all just died, tearing me apart in the process. They left me alone and it was all a fraud. I’m just waiting now until they get pulled out of the hell-pit so I can go down there and tell them just what I think of them, make them suffer a little for what they put me through.”