“Better than you might expect.” Geir consulted his notes. “After fifteen years of being hunted by Terminators, that’s the first thing people grab during an evacuation. Food and clothing are a distant second.” He looked up from his notes. “You think it would be worth sending a salvage team back to the mill? See if anything valuable survived?”
Molly shook her head.
“Too risky. Skynet probably has the site staked out, with Aerostats if nothing else. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past the machines to have a Terminator laying in wait for any careless scavengers.” She sniffed her sweater; it still smelled like smoke. “Forget that place. What’s gone is gone.”
Geir sighed. “Story of our lives.”
“Ever since Judgment Day,” Molly agreed. She forced herself to think ahead, as opposed to dwelling on the past. “Any helping hands from our friends in the Resistance?”
“Maybe.” He didn’t look optimistic, though. “We’ve been in touch with cells in Canada and the Lower 48, hoping they can resupply us, but there are no guarantees. Ordnance and electronics are more valuable than gold these days, and most cells have barely got enough materiel for their own operations. As usual, Command doesn’t see us as a high priority.” Geir made a face. “The scuttlebutt is they’re throwing all their weight at California and the southwest. That’s where they think the real action is.”
No surprise there, Molly thought. San Francisco, or rather what was left of it, was Skynet Central these days. But we’ve got to fight the machines everywhere, not just in their own backyard. Why doesn’t Command see that?
“So, in other words, we’re on our own,” she muttered. “Same as fucking usual.”
“Something like that,” Geir admitted. “On the bright side, pretty much all of the families got out okay. And there haven’t been any follow-up assaults.” He cracked a smile. “Maybe Skynet is focusing on the Lower 48, too?”
“Doubt it,” Molly said. “Skynet’s way too good at multitasking. It’s more like Alaska is still too big to search effectively, even for the machines.” Not for the first time, she was grateful for the sheer immensity of the state’s untracked wilderness; the largest state in the USA, and the least populated even before Judgment Day, the land of the midnight sun offered plenty of dense backwoods to hide in. “Any other good news?”
Geir had a talent for finding silver linings even in the darkest mushroom clouds. Sometimes it was annoying, but right now she could use a little optimism.
“Well,” he pointed out, “we managed to do some serious damage to the pipeline the other day. Don’t forget that.”
Molly was disappointed. That’s the best you’ve got? she thought, glaring at him in spite of herself.
“The machines will have that stretch of pipeline repaired in no time,” she replied. “And what do they care about oil spills? The environment means nothing to them.” She stared glumly into the fire, unable to duck the discouraging truth. Her crippled foot mocked her. “Skynet hurt us way more than we hurt it.”
Geir put aside his inventory lists. He gently shifted her foot from the pillow to his lap. Molly winced, but didn’t complain.
“Just a flesh wound, chief,” he said softly. “The war’s not over.”
“All the more reason to hit that fucking train,” she said savagely. “Show Skynet that we’re still in the game.”
Geir gave her a dubious look.
“You sure about that? After everything that’s happened, maybe we should postpone that operation until we’re back on our feet again.” He blushed as he recalled the injured appendage in his lap. “Sorry. Bad choice of words.”
Molly couldn’t care less about his faux pas.
“Postpone? Not a chance!” Her blood boiled at the thought. “Just because we took a hit, like you said, we’re not going to slink away with our tails between our legs! We need to strike back, fast and hard. It’s the last thing Skynet will be expecting.”
“With reason, maybe.” Geir pleaded caution. “I don’t know, chief. I’m not sure if now is the right time to launch a major offensive. Our people have been through a lot. There hasn’t even been time for a memorial service yet.”
“Screw that!” Molly yanked her foot back and lurched awkwardly to her feet, ignoring the pain that shot up her leg. She limped across the cramped, one-room shack and grabbed a crude iron poker from a rack by the hearth.
“You’re the one who’s always talking about morale.” She viciously jabbed the embers that were dying in the fireplace, stirring up sparks. “Enough with the damn weddings and prayer vigils. The machines killed our friends and torched our homes. The only thing that’s going to make that better is kicking Skynet right in the balls!”
“For you, maybe, but what about everyone else?” He got up and took the poker from her hands, putting it back in its rack. There was an edge to his voice that she seldom heard. “Damnit, Molly. Not everyone is as hard, as tough, as you are. What about Sitka and Doc and the others? You can’t expect people to just shake off what’s happened and go right back to fighting—like that Terminator you dropped a mountain on. They’re only flesh and blood!”
“You think I don’t know that?” Molly snapped. She knew the name of every single human being who had died under her command. Sometimes she counted them, like sheep, to get to sleep at night. “But that’s what Skynet is relying on, us poor, weak, fragile humans to give up and die... like we should’ve done after Judgment Day. Well, forget that. If we didn’t quit after Skynet trashed the whole fucking world, we’re sure as hell not going to throw in the towel just because we got our butts kicked a few times.”
He took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him.
“Nobody’s saying we should quit. But it’s just too soon to pick another fight with the machines. You’re pushing too hard.”
“There’s no such thing, not anymore.” She pulled away from him. “The machines aren’t going to take a time-out, so neither can we.”
She plopped down on the floor again and grabbed the discarded legal pad. She starting scribbling notes on the back of the inventory lists. Her plans for the train assault had gone up in flames with her old cabin, but they were still locked up tight inside her fevered brain. She jotted them down as fast as she could.
Pausing for a second, she fingered the Raven pendant around her neck. In Haida mythology, Raven was a trickster god who brought light to the darkness. They would need all of Raven’s cunning to outwit Skynet. Molly was up to the challenge.
Operation Ravenwing was still a go.
“Get hold of Doc. Sitka.” She didn’t look up, though, and kept writing furiously as she spoke. “I want to meet with them tomorrow morning, bright and early. Pump Rathbone full of black coffee if you have to.”
She tore a rejected page out of the pad, wadded it up, and lobbed it into the fireplace. The lined yellow paper burst into flame. Glowing fragments were sucked up the chimney. Molly watched them go. Then she turned to Geir.
“No more arguments,” she said firmly. “We’re going to rob that train—even if it kills me!”
Geir stared at her as though she were a ticking time-bomb. Turning away, he muttered under his breath.
“Not to mention the rest of us....”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
2003
The Galapagos Islands, off the coast of Ecuador, were a long way from the Gorshkov’s usual arctic haunts. Traveling at full speed, it had taken K-115 more than nine days to reach the equator. Due to the damage to the sub’s hull, they had been forced to travel just below the surface for most of the voyage. Daring the extreme pressures of the depths with a compromised hull was simply too risky.