Weird. The portals were staying open for much longer back home.
Then he noticed the spot where the portal had been. A crater was left in its wake. He thought about what he had seen and what it meant. Breathing slowly, he allowed himself to fall into a meditative state. When he came out of it, he looked down the cliff again to check on the progress of the climber.
He moved back to his boulder and smiled. He knew several things now. Wherever the dire wolves were coming from, it was to his right, along the cliff’s edge up toward the pinnacle or tower of rock. He didn’t know if it was a natural formation or not. He looked at the rise again and concentrated on its shape. It didn’t matter. If it was a natural formation, he’d have a better view from the top of it and could more easily spot the enemy. High ground was rarely a bad thing. If it wasn’t a natural formation, then he would have found the enemy. Either way, the solitary tower was his next destination.
He also knew why there were craters here. They were the aftermath of portals having opened and closed. The plains were covered with craters, no two overlapping, with tracks of flat land between them wide enough for a racing horde of dire wolves. Very few free spaces remained. That’s how he would get home. Find the dire wolf source, do what he could to stop them, and then try to anticipate the next portal’s appearance by going to a spot on the plains with no craters. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was all he had, and it felt good to have that at least.
Finally, he knew what the climbing thing was, and he settled back on his boulder to wait for it. He checked his watch. Another ten minutes passed, when he saw movement at the edge of the lip of the cliff. The thing struggled up over the ledge and rolled onto the ground at the top, just a yard away from where Bishop sat cross-legged on top of his smooth orange boulder.
The thing was humanoid, with thick boots caked in the salmon grime of this place’s ground. Dust also coated its body, and Bishop could see it didn’t wear much in the way of clothing. The hair on the head was long-well past the shoulders, tangled and matted, not too different from a jungle boy in a Tarzan film. It lay on its back, breathing hard from the exertion of its climb.
“It’s about fuckin’ time, Knight.” Bishop said with a grin.
The feral thing rolled to a crouch and looked up at Bishop through the filthy hair. “Bishop? How did you find me? How long have I been here?”
“By my watch, we’ve been here for around eleven hours, but by the looks of you, you’ve been here a lot longer. You okay?”
Knight stood slowly and Bishop took in the sight of him. The man was wearing shorts-the BDU pants he had worn under his armor, but the legs had been cut off. No shirt, and the rest of the armor was gone. Aside from being filthy and coated in grime, the thing that struck Bishop the most was that while Knight had been a wiry fellow before, he was now much better built. His muscles bulged as if he spent a lot of time pumping iron at the gym. And Knight’s hair was longer than it had been earlier that day-about two years of unchecked growth longer. Knight’s hair came down below his armpits.
The two men appraised each other.
“I’m okay. I just didn’t think I’d be seeing you. Or anyone. I think I’ve only slept two times, so I should have only been here for a couple of days.” Knight sounded clear-headed, but he wasn’t making much sense.
“Shin, your hair is down below you armpits and you look like Mowgli the Korean Jungle Man. Your clothes are rags. You must have been here longer than that. Time is funny on this side. I’ve already figured that out.”
“Huh,” Knight grunted. “My watch broke. It only felt like a few nights. Hard to tell day from night, if this place even has one, what with everything being blue.”
Bishop looked around the landscape at the pink and orange hues, then back to Knight. “Remember what Black Five said about other dimensions not following the same laws of physics? I think maybe our brains are having a hard time comprehending things here. Because I’m looking at everything around us-the sky, the ground, even you-and all I see are shades of orange.”
“Orange?” Knight looked around him, then back at Bishop. “I see midnight blue.”
Bishop was about to offer a theory on why they perceived different colors when he noticed something on Knight’s back. A backpack. A very full backpack. He hadn’t noticed it before because Knight’s long hair covered the straps over his shoulders.
He pointed to the pack. “What’s this?”
Knight grinned. “You know I hate failing missions.”
FIFTY-TWO
Gleipnir Facility, Fenris Kystby, Norway
3 November, 2330 Hrs
Eirek Fossen walked into to the main lab, looking up at the ball of light that filled him with a sense of awe and power. The portal glowed brightly, larger now, but still not its full size. A few dire wolves moved slowly around the room, sniffing at the air. The Russian woman, Asya, stood quietly by the portal, smiling in the Lord’s bliss.
He had told the other staff members to retire to their quarters. The pheromones made them highly suggestible. By the time its influence began to wear off and they ventured back into the lab, it would be too late.
He stared up at the glowing portal, feeling the warmth of it washing over his face. It was beautiful. Up close, the brilliance of the light was painful to his eyes; his eyelids kept trying to shut, but he willed them open until tears flowed from his face. Every time he looked at it, he remembered his one and only trip through to the other side. The colors. The landscape. The dire wolves. And Fenrir. He hadn’t spoken to the Lord in two days. He ached to hear from Her again. Or was she a him? He honestly didn’t know, but preferred to think of Her as being female. Men just weren’t that beautiful.
He didn’t really have anything to report. The portal wouldn’t grow to sufficient size for hours yet, but he couldn’t wait to hear from Her again.
He knelt on the floor and bowed his head.
One of the dire wolves came over to him and sniffed the air around him, cocking its head left and right, its huge eyes dilating from the brilliance of the portal. Then it stepped up to the wall of the energy sphere and through it.
Fossen remained kneeling on the concrete floor. His knees and shins protested, but he refused to move. Minutes passed and he stayed still, allowing his thoughts to empty, until he focused only on his breathing.
Then it came, as he knew it would. The hairs on the back of his neck raised and the skin on his arms tightened with gooseflesh.
The voice.
Her voice.
Is it ready, Fossen?
The voice was just above a whisper, but it slid through his mind like a snake. Fossen knew the voice was only in his head, and that it came from the portal. But it sounded like she stood right next to him, uttering the words into his ear. He knew that wasn’t the case. If the weak-willed lab techs were in the room, they would hear nothing. But Fossen could hear Her in his mind. Only he and a select few others, like Schroder and Edmund Kiss, had been able to hear it, at first like a nagging thought in the dark recesses of the subconscious, and later something more. Fossen loved that voice with every part of his being.
“Soon, My Lord. Soon. The portal should be ready in several hours. It is still growing, but we have enough energy to open it to the full size and keep it open and stable. All our work is nearly complete.”
You will be rewarded.
“Thank you, my Lord,” Fossen hesitated. “We have had some problems, though. Three intruders.”
I am aware.
Of course She is, Fossen thought, but continued his report anyway, if only to extend the length of their conversation. “One is now contained and another is here with me, under Your influence.”
I feel her, he thought. A shiver run through his body. His mouth watered. He shared Her hunger.