“They’ve destroyed all our work,” the intelligence officer said, finally. “We were using humans to track down other humans and they’ve destroyed our work!”
“They do that,” The’Stig agreed. The intelligence officers had a reputation for arrogance, but they did produce results. “I’m deploying my unit to hunt for the humans. I expect you and your unit to stay out of my way.”
Ignoring the intelligence officer’s splutters, he ordered his mobile command post set up in one corner of the ruined base. They were already deploying drones and attack aircraft to support the Assault Units on the ground. If the humans had managed to go to ground, they might be able to smoke them out before the operation was called off. Given the recent events in America that had forced the redeployment of several Assault Units and Security Units, it was quite possible that the humans would manage to hide. But they’d certainly do their best to rattle the humans as they fled.
“What the hell do we do with this guy?”
Chris looked over at their single alien prisoner. The alien didn’t seem to be doing anything deliberately to slow them down, but there was no denying that his bulk made it harder for them to hide from the advancing alien patrols. Chris had climbed a tree and seen several aliens advancing in their general direction, hunting for human fighters. There was an IED nearby, hidden in their path, but the aliens had become much better at spotting and neutralising them over the past few weeks.
“Cut off his clothes and leave them here,” he ordered, finally. It was possible that the aliens had hidden tracers in their clothing. Chris would have, if he’d been in their shoes. “And then we get him to the safe house and hope that they haven’t tracked us.”
It was the first time he’d seen one of the aliens naked and he had to admit that he was curious. Their captive’s leathery grey skin seemed to shift unpleasantly over his bones, almost as if the alien had lost a great deal of weight recently. There was no sign of any sexual organs, between the alien’s stumpy legs, but judging from what looked like coiled muscle under the skin the sexual organs had actually retracted into the body. Human penises did tend to shrink if the human was nervous, yet it looked as if the aliens didn’t deploy their penises unless they were aroused. He found himself trying to envisage how they would mate before deciding that it hardly mattered. They could answer that question once they were safely away from the aliens chasing them.
“Come on,” he ordered. “Let’s go.”
Fifteen minutes later, they seemed to have broken contact with the main body of the aliens, but Chris still felt uneasy. The skies seemed to be crowded with alien aircraft, some clearly hunting for the escaping insurgents, others flying down towards the base. One of them was blown out of the sky by a missile, but its comrades launched rockets towards the missile’s point of origin. Chris hoped that whoever had fired the missile had abandoned the launcher and run the moment the missile had been launched, yet he suspected otherwise. The aliens had reacted with alarming speed.
The sound of alien aircraft slowly tailed away, leaving only the occasional sound of helicopter chopping their way through the skies. Chris kept glancing upwards anyway, wondering if they were being watched by a drone. No one knew for sure how good alien sensors were, but the Americans had performed miracles. The aliens might be just as good, or they might have stolen American technology — or perhaps they’d pressed Americans into service as collaborators. Many of the reports they had from across the Atlantic were confusing, or contradictory. People had welcomed the aliens, some said, while others claimed that the entire country was at war. But America had far more land surface to hide resistance fighters. Maintaining a resistance in Britain was growing harder by the day.
He looked over at the alien, stumbling his way through the undergrowth, and wondered just how he felt about being a prisoner. How many humans had the aliens taken as prisoners — and just what were they doing to military prisoners? Perhaps their captive knew the answer to those questions. They’d have to ask him, once they found a secure place to keep him — did he even know how to speak English well enough to answer complex questions?
Shaking his head, he kept walking — and silently prayed that they weren’t being tracked from far overhead.
“Maz’Bak is missing,” the intelligence officer said. “We have been unable to locate his body.”
The’Stig looked down at the remains of the underground interrogation chamber. The humans had burned it, incinerating everything they hadn’t taken with them. They’d left nothing, but ashes behind. It was quite possible that a body had been burned so completely that it would need a full DNA sweep to prove that it had been there, but he could see the intelligence officer’s point. A missing trooper would be bad enough — the humans could do anything they wanted to him — yet an intelligence officer was far worse. He would know details that needed to be kept from human ears.
“The humans have largely made their escape,” he said. It wasn’t a pleasant thing to concede, but given how quickly they’d had to respond to the disaster, it was almost unavoidable. Small parties of troopers were still out in the gathering darkness, hunting for the humans, yet he’d had to pull most of his force back to the base. The drones might just pick up humans trying to move under cover of darkness. “If they had your officer with them…”
It wasn’t a pleasant thought. An adult Eridian had a brighter heat signature than a human, but if the humans were careful there wouldn’t be anything for the drones to detect. They’d already figured out weaknesses in some of the sensor networks surrounding Land Force Bases — did they know, perhaps, that the Assault Units had inferior night vision equipment to the devices the humans had invented? And if they had an intelligence officer to interrogate…
“I insist that you start searching for him at once,” the intelligence officer said, angrily. “The loss of one of my people is a catastrophe of the highest order!”
Particularly for his career, The’Stig thought, with a certain amount of private amusement. He’d have to keep that to himself — intelligence officers made nasty enemies, even if they were outranked by Land Force officers — but it was funny. The intelligence officer would have to explain why they hadn’t taken more precautions, or vetted the human collaborators more thoroughly or… they’d be blamed for the entire disaster. Losing an entire detention camp, to say nothing of the propaganda victory that had just been scored by the human insurgents. Someone would have to take the blame.
“I will detail units to continue the search,” he said. It would be straightforward to push blocking forces forward, although he had the feeling that the humans would successfully evade contact. They’d had plenty of time to plan their retreat. “I suggest that you start thinking about what your officer could tell the humans. Who knows what they will do to him to make them talk?”
He’d heard rumours about how the intelligence service was conducting its interrogations, ugly rumours. The humans certainly wouldn’t hesitate to retaliate in kind, once they learned the truth. And it would only stiffen their resistance. If they had enough Assault Units to tie down most of the country… but they didn’t. They’d have to call in reinforcements from the rest of the world and that wasn’t going to happen. Earth had already absorbed far more Assault Units and troopers than the planners had believed necessary.