“Take a look,” Elizabeth said. “Kvasir’s last gift to us. And they may just keep you alive.”
Raine took one of the things out of the pack, a long, narrow needle with a small sharp clip attached to one end.
“A dart?”
“He sent them along with word of you. Called them mind darts. Only got to make five of them, and we haven’t had the chance to test them.”
Raine fingered it, felt the pointy end with a fingertip.
“Easy there,” Portman said. “Get that stuck in you and it floods you with nanotrites.”
“That would be good, no?”
“No. That would be lethal. According to Kvasir, the dosage far exceeds what a human can handle. Renders your system under their control. And see that clip?”
Raine undid the clip from the back of the dart.
“You can use that to move the person stuck with the dart, put them-apparently-anywhere you want them.”
Raine laughed. “Kvasir. Crazy guy.”
“And brilliant,” Elizabeth added.
“I don’t doubt it.” Raine looked in the bag. “These could be useful. Wish we had more than five.”
“We will work on making them-but for now, that’s all we have.”
He turned to Portman. “And what happens later? You said… they’re lethal.”
“You get a bit of time to move whoever you control around. But then the nanotrites’ buildup will make them explode. Literally.”
“Nasty.”
He looked up from the dart to the two of them. It was indeed a nasty weapon. They had been at this for a while and, as in most any movement, had reached the point where they would do anything to win.
Raine put the clip back on the dart.
“Okay.” He looked up at the clock. “What else?”
“Don’t want you weighed down too much,” Portman said, “but I put together a good array of ordnance for you. Wait here.”
When Portman came back, he put down four guns and a half-dozen roughly made incendiaries.
“These handguns fire hollow points. Better than what you had. Your M16 was okay, but this one features an expanded clip and autotargeting. More rounds, faster shooting, better aim.”
Raine picked up the fourth weapon, a full-sized shotgun. A monster of a weapon.
“And this?”
Portman nodded. “In some situations, having something that can kick a door in or knock someone’s head off is always welcome.”
Then Raine pointed to one of the explosives.
“Homemade?”
“Yeah. Like grenades from your day. But no adjustable timer. Got about fifteen… twenty seconds-”
Raine laughed. “About?”
Portman didn’t grin back. “Just pull the pin and throw it. Gave you a half dozen. Any more and you’ll have too much damn weight. Especially with the ammo.”
Elizabeth reached up to her head. “You’d be amazed how surprisingly rare these are.” She handed him her headlamp. “If you get stuck in the dark.”
He took the lamp, then looked over to the table with the drawings of the Capital. “I think I have to do another review of the Capital and the plan.”
“You could do a quick sketch,” Elizabeth said.
Raine stood up. “No-I best get it locked in my head. Doubt I’ll have much time to stop and look at any notes.”
He walked back to the table.
After what seemed too short a time, he felt Elizabeth behind him. A hand on his shoulder. “Raine, time you got going. I can lead you to where we got you a car. Will get you to your point of-what did you call it?”
“Infil.”
“Yeah. Think you’re set?”
Another glance down at the large drawing.
“Okay, let’s-”
They heard a loud near-shriek from behind them, Lassard at the computers.
Then words.
“I got it! I fucking got it!”
They moved to stand behind him.
“You see, the Authority, they can communicate with all the Arks. Was built into every Ark computer. That was no problem for them.”
He turned around, eyes wide with excitement. “But what they couldn’t do, what they wanted it to do… was control when the Arks emerged. To override the Arks’ internal controls and get them all up. The resources in the Arks, the people… all that stuff the Authority wanted. So even though they could check in on a buried Ark, they had no way to command it to come up.”
“The Arks have operational autonomy?” Raine said.
“Precisely.”
“What we have been trying to do,” Elizabeth added, “was crash the Arks’ systems.”
Lassard pointed at a screen. “This is from one of the Arks-damaged, but with enough systems intact that it gave us a clue. But what you brought, in that hard drive-last piece of the puzzle.”
“What do you mean?”
Lassard turned, looking annoyed.
As if it’s obvious.
“The Authority was able to use their I.T. people, all survivors, all prisoners, to establish communication with the buried Arks. That program’s built into all their computer systems, including the one in the Dead City that you brought us. But they still couldn’t override each Ark’s integrity.”
“You’re losing me, Lassard.”
He rolled his eyes and looked at Elzabeth. He was beside himself.
“Don’t you get it? The Authority couldn’t crack each Ark’s program, which made them totally autonomous. They tried, did they ever. But see”-Lassard gestured at his own machine, to all the screens surrounding him-“I did. We can override the Arks. That’s what!”
“Great. Then you can get to them, get the resources? Right now?”
Just as quickly, his smile faded. He looked from Portman to Elizabeth. “We got the override. But what we don’t have is the program-and certainly not the damn range-to reach all the Arks.”
Everyone went quiet for a few moments while Raine played catch-up and began to understand why Lassard was racing to get this thing down before he left.
“But the Authority does? You need to use the Capital’s system to reach each Ark, to communicate with them?”
Lassard nodded. “Right. So now, if we can plant a hard drive with my control program in their system, we can-for a short time-operate from here using their computers.”
“At least,” Elizabeth added, “until they discover it.”
“You mean,” Raine said, “plant it tonight?”
“Your number one goal is to get Marshall out.” She took a breath. “But as you do, you have to try and plant the drive.”
“Captain Marshall,” Lassard said, “well, he knows how the Capital’s computers work. Not the most complicated system. Just need to find a main terminal. Link this”-he spun around and pulled out the drive, now altered, from the one Raine had brought back from the Dead City-“and once we get a signal, we can get the Arks rising.”
“And at the same time, our cells can get into position. No way will the Authority be able to get to all of them.”
Lassard held out the drive in his hand.
Raine took it.
“Want me to lighten your load a bit?” Portman said. “Take out one of the grenades?”
Raine gave the hard drive a heft.
“No. I think I’ll keep everything you’ve given me.” He turned to Elizabeth. “Now, it’s getting late, Dr. Cadence,” he said with a grin. “And you promised me a shot, some pills?”
She nodded, and went over to her medical case.
“All set? I’ll lead you to the buggy. It’s a Monarch. Fast. Reliable.”
Raine nodded. Loaded down with his pack of bombs and weapons, he looked at the others, studying him.
Their hope for the future, recently arrived from the past.
He felt the injection that Elizabeth had given him doing its work. Though it was now near two in the morning, he felt ready.
How long before it wore off? How long would the shot last?
“All set. Thanks. Portman, Lassard.”
Portman nodded. “Just bring our leader back.”
Raine nodded.
“I will do my best.”
Then, with a tug at his sleeve, he turned to follow Elizabeth out of the hideout, through the tunnels of Subway Town, and out to the cold, moonlit night again.