Deans neural nanonics reported that his carbine was stuttering whenever he wiped the barrel across a certain coordinate. He brought it back and held it. The shot rate declined to five a second.
Shit. Jenny, theyre locking their electronic warfare into my carbine targeting processor.
Let me have the section, she said.
He datavised the coordinates overno problem with communication any more. When she aimed her own TIP carbine along the line its output dropped off almost immediately, but her suit blocks were coming back on-line. Jeeze, that electronic warfare of theirs is the weirdest.
Want me to try? Will asked.
No. Finish the sweep-scorch first, well deal with them in a minute. She turned back to her section. Watching the invincible rampart of flame cascade over the jungle had sent her heart racing wildly. The awe that she could command such fearsome power was soaring through her veins, taking her to a dangerous high. She had to load a suppression order into her neural nanonics, which restricted the release of natural adrenalin sharply. The sweep pattern was completed, and her flesh cooled. But she still felt supreme.
A holocaust of flame raged a hundred and twenty metres away.
OK, theyve given their position away, she said. Dean, Wilclass="underline" gaussguns, please. Fragmentation and electron-explosive rounds, fortysixty ratio.
Will grinned inside his shell-helmet as he bent down to retrieve the heavy-duty weapon. The gaussgun barrel was dark grey in colour, a metre and a half long. It weighed thirty kilograms. He picked it up as if it was made from polystyrene, checked the feed tube was connected to the bulky magazine box at his feet, datavised in the ratio, and aimed it out through the shimmering flames. Dean deployed its twin beside him.
Jenny had been probing through the flames, using her TIP carbine to determine the extent and location of the dead zone simply by recording where it cut out. She datavised the coordinates over to Dean and Wilclass="underline" an oval area fifty metres long, roughly three hundred metres away.
One hundred and fifty per cent coverage, she said. Fire. Even she had to marvel at how the two men handled the weapons. The gaussguns hurled ten rounds a second, leaving the muzzle at five times the speed of sound. Yet they hardly moved as the recoil hammered at them, swaying gently from side to side. She doubted her boosted muscles could cope.
Away beyond the first rank of flames, a wide island of intact jungle erupted in violent pyrotechnics. Explosions five metres above the ground slammed out hundreds of thousands of slender crystallized carbon shrapnel blades. They scythed through the air at supersonic velocity, sharp as scalpels, stronger than diamond. Those trees which had survived the firestorm disintegrated, shredded instantly by the rabid aerial swarm. Confetti fragments blew apart like a dandelion cloud in a tornado.
The rest of the shrapnel impacted on the ground, slicing through the tangled mat of creepers, blades stabbing themselves thirty to forty centimetres down into the loose moist loam. They never had a chance to settle. EE projectiles rained down, detonating in hard vicious gouts of ionic flame. Plumes of black loam jetted up high into the ash-dimmed sky. The whole area was ruptured by steep-walled two-metre craters, undulating like a sea swell.
Looking down on the desolation, it was hard to believe even an insect could have survived, let alone any large animal.
The three ESA agents stared through the ebbing flames at the dark cyclone of loam particles and wood splinters obscuring the sun.
Jennys neural nanonics ran a series of diagnostic programs through her suit equipment blocks. That electronic warfare field has shut down, she said. There was a faint quaver to her voice as she contemplated the destructive forces she had unleashed. Looks like we got them.
And everybody knows it, Dean said flatly. They must be able to see this fire halfway back to Durringham. The hostiles are going to come swarming to investigate.
Youre right, she said.
Theyre still there, Will pronounced.
What?! Dean said. Youve cracked. Nothing could survive that kind of barrage, not even an army assault mechanoid. We blasted those bastards to hell.
Im telling you; theyre still out there, Will insisted. He sounded nervous. Not like him at all.
His edginess crept in through the comfortable insulation of Jennys suit. Listening to him she was half convinced herself. If someone survived, thats good, she said. I still want that captive for Hiltch. Lets move out. Wed have to investigate anyway. And we cant stay here waiting for them to regroup.
They quickly distributed the remaining ammunition and power cells from their packs, along with basic survival gear. Each of them kept their TIP carbine; Will and Dean shouldered the gaussguns without a word of protest.
Jenny led off at a fast trot across the smouldering remnants of jungle, towards the area they had bombarded with the gaussguns. She felt terribly exposed. The fire had died down, it had nothing left to burn. Away in the distance they could see a few sporadic flames licking at bushes and knots of creeper. They were in the middle of a clearing nearly a kilometre across, the only segment of colour. Everything was black, the remnants of creepers underfoot, tapering ten-metre spikes of trees devoured by natural flames (as opposed to the white stuff the hostiles threw at them), cooked vennals that lay scattered everywhere, other smaller animals, a savagely contorted corpse of one of the horses, even the air was leaden with a seam of fine dusky motes.
She datavised her communication block to open a scrambled channel to Murphy Hewlett. To her surprise, he responded straight away.
God, Jenny, whats happened? We couldnt raise you, then we saw that bloody great fire-fight. Are you all OK?
Were in one piece, but we lost the horses. I think we did some damage to the hostiles.
Some damage?
Yeah. Murphy, watch out for a kind of white fire. So far theyve only used it to set the vegetation alight, but our sensors cant pick up how they direct the bloody stuff. It just comes at you out of nowhere. But they hit you with an electronic warfare field first. My advice is that if your electronics start to go, then lay down a scorch pattern immediately. Flush them away.
Christ. What the hell are we up against? First that paddle-boat illusion, now undetectable weapons.
I dont know. Not yet, but Im going to find out. She was surprised at her own determination.
Do you need assistance? Its a long walk back to the boat.
Negative. I dont think we should join up. Two groups still have a better chance to achieve our objective than one, nothing has changed that.
OK, but were here if it gets too tough.
Thanks. Listen, Murphy, Im not aiming to stay in this jungle after dark. Hell, we cant even see them coming at us in the daytime.
Now that sounds like the first piece of sensible advice youve given today.
She referred to her neural nanonics. There are another seven hours of daylight left. I suggest we try and rendezvous back at the Isakore in six hours from now. If we havent captured a hostile, or found out what the hell is going down around here, we can review the situation then.
I concur.
Jenny, Dean called with soft urgency.
Call you back, she told Murphy.
They had reached the edge of the barrage zone. Not even the tree stumps had survived here. Craters overlapped, producing a crumpled landscape of unstable cones and holes; crooked brown roots poked up into the sky from most of the denuded soil slopes. Long strands of steam, like airborne worms, wound slowly around the crumbling protrusions, sliding into the holes to pool at the bottom.