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"Ain't gonna be enough," says Linehan.

"Shut up and keep moving," mutters Lynx.

That's the key ingredient of the Operative's plan. Maschler and Riley are holding on for dear life while he pilots the escape s.h.i.+p down a tunnel, dropping ever farther beneath Nansen Station, on the cusp of far and nearside. He and Lynx and Sarmax came down here once in search of the Rain, only to have the Rain blow their base right in their face. He maneuvers through a maze of pa.s.sages, trying to guess which ones have collapsed and which ones haven't.

"Do you know where you're going?" demands Riley.

"Somewhere off the maps."



"I thought the Praetorians searched this whole place."

"Doesn't mean they found the good bits."

Copernicus is history. Radiation's aftermath churns on their screens as they descend through what's left and into the hole that the Righteous Fire-Dragon Righteous Fire-Dragon has bored into the city's bas.e.m.e.nts. The zone beneath the Moon starts to click into Spencer's head. It's not a pretty sight. has bored into the city's bas.e.m.e.nts. The zone beneath the Moon starts to click into Spencer's head. It's not a pretty sight.

The drops.h.i.+p starts maneuvering through the tunnels beneath Nansen. s.p.a.ceCom marines are trying to stop it. They're getting gunned down for their troubles-and hacked too. The software in their skulls is going haywire, shoving their brains over the edge. Velasquez hauls the drops.h.i.+p door open. Sarmax staggers to his feet, joins her there, and they start lacing targets while the s.h.i.+p accelerates.

The last of the doors swing toward her as she closes in on it. She feels all of existence pivot around her-feels time close in like a vise. She feels other minds out there, still trying to reach her even though she can see they're far too late. But Sinclair and Control aren't. They're waiting for her inside. She steps past the final door-steps within- Lynx and Linehan are shredding their way through Congreve's bas.e.m.e.nts. Lynx's hack has the comps so f.u.c.ked they don't even know which way is up. Complete confusion reigns amidst the tunnels. All the more so as it looks like Eurasian forces have already deployed across the lunar surface. The garrison is deserting their posts, fleeing deeper beneath the surface. All too many are getting shot as they flee.

"Still too f.u.c.king slow," slow," Lynx mutters. Lynx mutters.

The Operative knows the feeling. This crazy operation's going like clockwork, yet by the time he gets near the Room it'll be way too late. He can f.u.c.king sense sense it, as certain as anything he's ever known. But he's come too far to just give up. So he keeps on forging his way forward, moving back up into the lower reaches of Nansen, letting his mind move out and run hacks that release the restraints on the thousands of convict-miners who work the mines-and who now swarm out and start overwhelming the stunned marines. Beyond, the Operative's catching glimpses of the lunar zone, getting caved in now as the main weight of the Eurasian fleet bombards the Moon at close range. He can see he's got to get deeper fast. it, as certain as anything he's ever known. But he's come too far to just give up. So he keeps on forging his way forward, moving back up into the lower reaches of Nansen, letting his mind move out and run hacks that release the restraints on the thousands of convict-miners who work the mines-and who now swarm out and start overwhelming the stunned marines. Beyond, the Operative's catching glimpses of the lunar zone, getting caved in now as the main weight of the Eurasian fleet bombards the Moon at close range. He can see he's got to get deeper fast.

The war is lost. Jarvin and Spencer take stock while they don new armor and load up at a reserve ammo dump. Glimpses on the zone show Spencer that the American fleet is getting pulverized above the nearside-fighting heroically, but overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Spencer wonders whose r.e.t.a.r.ded idea it was to charge straight toward the Eurasian fleet. Not that there's going to be a court of inquiries this time. There'll be nothing left of the United States within the hour. Eurasian artillery is slamming into what's left of Copernicus at point-blank range. Spencer and Jarvin feel more than a little relieved now that they've got roof above their heads. They move out, getting ever deeper into the lunar capital's subbas.e.m.e.nts.

They're smas.h.i.+ng their way through what's left of Nansen, reducing everything in sight to rubble. The fact that all the convict-miners seem to have somehow slipped their leashes is only adding to the confusion. The drops.h.i.+p roars through several larger caves, Velasquez and Sarmax doing door-gunner duty as they spray fire everywhere. Velasquez puts her helmet up to Sarmax's.

"I'm going to need your mind, too," she says.

"What the h.e.l.l are you talking about?" he says.

She tells him.

She's in the Room now, and darkness is all around her. She's afraid to use her lights. She's seeing with her mind anyway, and so far that's more than enough. As she steps forward, she can sense abyss on all sides-can sense structures all around her. She's not surprised in the slightest when the floor beneath her shudders, starts moving, folding up around her to become another elevator car, sliding in toward the very core of Room.

They fight their way deeper, moving out of the Congreve subbas.e.m.e.nts and onto the threshold of the larger lunar infrastructure that stretches beneath the farside. Lynx struggles to focus on the zone, but he can't make out much, save for the fact that combat is underway everywhere. It makes him wonder just how far the Eurasian commandos have penetrated. Linehan gets out in front, on point; they start moving downward at speed.

It's good to be back. Even though somehow it's like he never left-like he's been hanging out near Congreve this whole time, still waiting for Lynx to hurry up and figure out a way to get into that city and up to the L2 fleet. Four days have pa.s.sed since, and it seems like it's been only four minutes. It seems like there are only four minutes to go. He can feel everything he's ever been running from coming in to claim him. Ayahuasca's edge is sharpening ever further, rising like a new sun bursting in his mind. He feels like he's almost at the hub of the universe-like maybe it's just below him. He can hardly wait to get there.

And suddenly a mind's sliding straight into the Operative's head. It's one he recognizes. He's been aware of it for many years now, just never in this way. But there's a first time for everything. Even this.

"Leo."

"The same."

"You've learned some new tricks, huh?"

"Or just remembered some old ones," says Sarmax.

"Bulls.h.i.+t. Who took you out of latency?"

"Indigo."

"You're s.h.i.+tting me."

"She's right here with me. With her triad-"

"In Nansen."

"Sure," says Sarmax.

"She's calling the shots."

"So what if she is? We need to team up."

"Heard that one before," says the Operative.

Spencer and Jarvin put ever more rock between them and the surface. The tunnels beneath Copernicus give them slightly more of a vantage point on zone. Enough to show that it's crumbling everywhere. The bulk of Eurasian forces are still polis.h.i.+ng off the American fleet. But more of the East's shock-troops are hitting the Moon with every minute. Most of the initially vulnerable points are on the nearside. But as the Eurasian flanks envelop the farside, that's starting to change.

"That's where the real action's at anyway," says Jarvin.

"You think the Eurasians know that?" asks Spencer.

"I think they know the only thing that counts now is getting inside the Room."

"So aren't we a little too far from the main event?"

"That's the idea," says Jarvin.

He cut us off," says Velasquez.

"So?"

"Didn't think he could do that. Thought I was-"

"He's a resourceful man."

They come out into a cavern far larger than anything they've seen so far. Looks like explosions have torn it nearly apart-the floor and walls are mostly rubble. They ignite their jet-packs, start to move through in tight formation. They've just reached the other side when lights and sensors transfix them from much higher in the cavern.

In the flesh this time," says the Operative.

"f.u.c.k," says Sarmax. The Operative's standing on a ledge, flanked by Riley and Maschler. Everybody's got their guns pointed at one another now. says Sarmax. The Operative's standing on a ledge, flanked by Riley and Maschler. Everybody's got their guns pointed at one another now.

"Easy," says Velasquez.

"You sold me," says the Operative. "We do do need to team up." need to team up."

There's a pause.

"On my my terms," he adds. terms," he adds.

"Which are?"

The Operative keeps it brief.

Her body's on a platform hurtling toward the inner confines of the Room. But her mind's way ahead of her: it reaches the controls, switches them on. Software starts powering up. The lights go on. The sight practically drops her to her knees.

The tunnels beneath farside-the deepest levels of which lead directly to the Room. Though only those who have the whole picture know the correct routes. Thousands of klicks of pa.s.sages sprawling out beneath the lunar farside, stretching down for hundreds of kilometers-most of it's been signed off at various levels within s.p.a.ce Command across the decades. Some of it's mining. Some of it's R&D. Some of it was commissioned in secret by Harrison himself, dug out by his Praetorians. And some of it's known only to- "Autumn Rain," says Lynx.

"An increasingly nebulous concept these days," says Linehan.

But Lynx doesn't reply. He's just processing data-integrating the glimpses he's got on the collapsing zone with the flickers of mind he can see out there. He has no idea why his mental abilities are getting better by the moment. It's as if they're being hauled toward ever greater heights regardless of his own feelings in the matter. He's not about to argue.

"Well?" demands Linehan.

"Here's the situation," says Lynx.

Insider information: they're burning away from Nansen along Rain tunnels that the Praetorians never found, heading for the edge of the main network of tunnels beneath the farside. The Operative and Maschler and Riley are in one chute; Sarmax and the Rain triad are in a parallel one. But the Operative has gone ahead and linked his mind with Sarmax and the triad all the same. It feels strange to have done so. But he knows it's the only option that might see them through. Even though the Operative can see they're going to need more margin-can see they're going to have to consolidate still further.

Spencer no longer has any view of what's happening on the surface. But it sounds like the entire Eurasian armada is coming down on top of them. Rumbling shakes the tunnels through which they're streaking. Spencer listens on the zone as the American forces fall back, heading ever deeper.

Vast shapes hanging like monstrous chandeliers, intimations of impossibly intricate machinery: she gets a glimpse of the outer Room as she shoots through the metal skin of the inner one-even as it closes up behind her and the lights of the inner Room switch on- All she can do is stare.

A kilometer across: the inner Room is a ma.s.sive sphere from which a series of ramps and rails descend to a smaller sphere positioned at the very center. She's heading down toward that hub now. She can feel Sinclair waiting for her there, too-his mind's suddenly turning back on at point-blank range- -hauling her in- -like some gigantic magnet- -and she suddenly gets gets how much he's been concealing from her, how much stronger he is than she ever thought. He's been luring her down here all this time. She was f.u.c.king crazy to come this far. And the only way to win is to do something even crazier. She came in the back door of the Room. She's going to leave out the front. how much he's been concealing from her, how much stronger he is than she ever thought. He's been luring her down here all this time. She was f.u.c.king crazy to come this far. And the only way to win is to do something even crazier. She came in the back door of the Room. She's going to leave out the front.

Right now.

We've got to get down as fast as possible," yells Lynx.

Linehan's not worried. Everything's converging.

He's just flotsam on whitewater. They've commandeered cycles left behind by a decimated mechanized unit-are riding those bikes at speeds a long way past anything safe. They're getting into the heart of the farside now, and as they descend along ramps and drop through shafts, Lynx is transmitting data into Linehan's head, along with a running commentary.

"The lower we get, the worse the fighting gets," he says. "Probably because Szilard's no longer even trying to hold the Eurasians to the surface."

"Are you kidding? There's fighting all around us-"

"Don't you get it, man? Our fleet's getting wiped out wiped out. The garrisons are getting overwhelmed. They'll keep fighting. But they're going down before sheer numbers. They're just there to buy time while Szilard-"

"You really think he's down there?"

"No question. Along with his most elite marines."

"Trying to break through to the Room."

"And this is our chance to f.u.c.king break him."

Streaking through one of the deepest of the deep-grid maglev tunnels is a two-car armored train, bristling with guns. The front car contains Velasquez, Sarmax, and the other two members of the Rain triad. The rear one contains Riley, Maschler, and the Operative-who's in the rearmost chamber of that car, communicating with Velasquez and Sarmax as he drives.

"As bad as we thought," he says.

"Would have to agree," says Velasquez.

"The Eurasians have the surface," says Sarmax.

That seems to be an understatement. The last camera-feeds showed a sky practically blotted out by troops.h.i.+ps. The American zone is crumbling as the Chinese forces consolidate their hold on the ground.

"Check it out," says the Operative, showing the projections. Several Eastern spearheads are lancing deeper from Congreve-moving far faster than the rest of the East's legions- "Commandos," says Velasquez.

"Of course," says Sarmax.

"Whoever's running the Coalition gets it," says the Operative. "The real war's going to be fought on the threshold of the Room."

"Or in the Room itself," says Velasquez. "Sinclair might already have-"

"I'm stunned he hasn't already," says the Operative.

"Doesn't change the plan," says Sarmax.

The deep-grids beneath Copernicus just aren't deep enough anymore. But they're the fastest option available. Jarvin and Spencer have commandeered a maglev car, having left its crew as mangled flesh in the tunnel some klicks back. They're heading west, blasting everything in their path. The tunnels are a chaos of fighting. A temporary turn of the tide seems to be going on within this sector-the farthest Eurasian troops are being forced back upstairs by Americans who have realized that they're running out of room to retreat. The line of battle is swaying back and forth. Sometimes Jarvin and Spencer find themselves pretending to be s.p.a.ceCom. Sometimes they're pretending they're Chinese. It's a game that can only have one end.

"We're rumbled," says Spencer.

"I see it," says Jarvin.

The pursuit moves in after them.

She turns in one fluid motion, fires all thrusters. The walls of her elevator car fall away like gla.s.s and she's already flying straight through them, suit-jets burning as she presses down with her mind with all her might-catches Sinclair by surprise, gets him in a temporary mental lock, as though she's pinning a more powerful opponent's arms against his sides. It won't last. Maybe it doesn't need to. She blasts past that hub, upward toward the ceiling.

They get deeper into farside. The upper areas seem to be a free-for-all. It makes the going easy for two men who know where they're going. They switch from cycles to transport-trains, switch from that to elevators that plunge through shafts. They're keeping clear of the main fighting. They're in between most of it now anyway. Above them the Eurasian legions are consolidating their hold. Below them- "Gotta be Szilard," says Lynx.

"This time we do it right," says Linehan.

The train roars back into tunnels known only to Autumn Rain. All the combat's elsewhere. They're taking advantage of that fact while they wait for the world to end. Sarmax can't believe any of this is happening. Particularly not this-Indigo's pressurized the rear chamber of this car, lifted up her visor. He's done the same. They've got enough time for only one lingering kiss. It's so much more than it used to be. It's not just their bodies, now-it's their minds as well. She's still the only thing he ever loved. He's telling her she's won-that she can do whatever she want to him now. She's not disagreeing.

Straight shot from the depths of Copernicus to the hollows beneath the Imbrium, and this train just keeps on eating up the klicks. Overhead's the world's weight in rock. And that tunnel suffers from the same thing you do.

Pressure.

"We need more throttle," yells Spencer.

"We can't go any faster," says Jarvin. He fires the rear-guns, catches one of the pursuers dead amids.h.i.+ps-it explodes against the wall. But the guns.h.i.+p behind it is still coming on. The soldiers of the East are flush with victory. And they're nothing if not- "Persistent," Spencer comments.

He takes the s.h.i.+p through a series of maneuvers; shoots through some mining shafts and back out into the deep-grids. The Eurasian guns.h.i.+p streaks after them-moving past the hi-ex mines that Spencer just slung against the tunnel wall. The ensuing explosions bring the roof down on it.

"Bought us some time," says Jarvin.

"Not much," replies Spencer.

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