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The downward grade steepens even further. Now that they've gone beyond maglev, the engineer's having to apply the brakes. The train sways from side to side, rattles slightly. Up ahead a pinp.r.i.c.k of light is visible. The man seems to relax slightly.

"What the h.e.l.l is that?" asks the driver.

The man just holds a finger to his lips. The light keeps on growing closer. The engineer crosses himself.

"You're taking us to Hades," whispers the engineer.

The man shrugs. The train rushes out into an impossibly mammoth cavern-rumbles out over a bridge that spans that cavern, moving in toward the gigantic object that's the center of more than a thousand searchlights.



"Saints preserve us," says the engineer-and hits the brakes. The train slides to a halt on one of the adjoining platforms. The driver glances back at the major-isn't surprised to see what's in his hand. He holds up his own hands with an expression of what might be resignation.

"You deserved to see it," says the man.

And fires twice.

This is going to be b.u.mpy," says Spencer.

"I realize that," says Sarmax.

They've done what they can. Each man has wedged himself into a corner of this particular part of the shaft, three levels down from the c.o.c.kpit. Their armor's magnetic clamps are on. But they don't have the backup straps that the soldiers upstairs do. So they're just going to have to see what happens next.

Which turns out to be a countdown.

"Three minutes," says Spencer.

"Roger that," says Sarmax.

Spencer nods-watches the s.h.i.+p's zone as all systems sync with the countdown. All the exterior doors slide shut.

Except for one.

Jesus Christ," says Haskell.

"Thought you might say that," says Carson.

Fun and games beneath the Moon: He's propped her up in one of the driver's seats of the railcar-has strapped her suit in. Through the windows she can see a large cave. The railcar's sitting on a trestle bridge in the middle of it. Tunnels in the floor lead farther downward.

"What the h.e.l.l was the East doing?" she asks.

"Not was," was," says Carson. "Is. I only killed the ones up here. The rest are down there digging." says Carson. "Is. I only killed the ones up here. The rest are down there digging."

"For what?"

"A way in."

She stares at him. "How the h.e.l.l do they know about that?" that?"

"Maybe you told them."

"Just now? They've been set up here for a while."

"But not for much longer. My charges are about to go off. We need to get the f.u.c.k out of here p.r.o.nto."

He hits the gas. She feels the vehicle lurch into life as its retrorockets fire. It starts reversing. She watches through the window as cave gives way to tunnel. The Operative works the controls, and the train does a smooth 180-degree turn-and then accelerates forward ...

"We're heading to Tsiolkovskiy," she says.

"Yeah."

"Is the East still holding out there?"

"Who knows?"

"Then why the h.e.l.l are we going that way?"

"No one's going to see us coming."

The view is almost overwhelming. The Moon's just backdrop to frenzied s.p.a.ce warfare. s.h.i.+ps are strewn all around, firing at will. The L2 fleet is locked in combat with an unseen foe. The DE isn't on the visible spectrum. It's lighting up their screens all the same, a barrage of every type of energy weapon imaginable.

"Any idea how it's going?" says Linehan.

"We're destroying 'em," replies Lynx.

Though the East is clearly putting up a fight. Parts of some of the larger s.h.i.+ps look like plastic when it's. .h.i.t by a blowtorch. A lot of the smaller s.h.i.+ps just aren't there anymore. Clouds of missiles start emanating from a nearby dreadnaught-firing motors, they streak off into s.p.a.ce.

"Probably aimed at incoming Eurasian ones," says Lynx.

There's a flash: an entire section of another dreadnaught suddenly gets pummeled by long-range laser. Debris and bodies pour from the s.h.i.+p's interior. As quickly as it began, the flow stops.

"Sealed," says Linehan. "They've cauterized what's left."

"Heads up," says Lynx.

The hangar doors beside them are sliding open.

What the h.e.l.l ...?"

"What's your problem?" asks Sarmax.

"Someone else just got aboard," says Spencer.

"What difference does it make? We've got a few thousand a.s.sholes on this crate already."

"Seems a little strange to be so last minute."

Sarmax shrugs. He seems lost in his own thoughts. Spencer's running zone on the last man aboard this s.h.i.+p-the last door having slid shut right as he got in. An exterior camera shows a train's engine car reversing away along a bridge. The countdown moves under ninety seconds, and Spencer can't find anything on the newcomer.

At all.

"This doesn't add up," says Spencer.

"So get some hard data," says Sarmax.

A tremor ripples through the room they're in. The platforms and catwalks nestled up against the largest s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p ever built peel away in a single fluid motion.

"Here we go," says Spencer.

They go supersonic in one easy burst, motoring down the tunnel toward Tsiolkovskiy. It's going to take them all of twenty seconds-a.s.suming the lines aren't blocked. On the zone it looks good. But there's a lot of interference around their destination ...

"I'm going to need your help here," says Carson.

"To enslave me?"

"To live through the next two minutes," he says, firing a bracket of missiles ahead of them. She watches those missiles go hypersonic, streak into the distance. She knows he's got a point-knows, too, that he's got her right where he wants her: siphoning off the requisite processing power, filtering it through his own software. She tries to turn it around, but he knows what he's doing. Especially with the help of the restraints the Eurasians placed upon her. The cage of his mind closes around hers. The missiles ahead of them start exploding. What's left of the maglev rails starts to disintegrate as Carson detaches the car they're in and fires its rockets. They roar toward Tsiolkovskiy's cellars.

"Shouldn't we be slowing down?" she asks.

"Yeah right," he says.

They're making their move as the first of the corvettes slides out. Their suits' thrusters flare gently, floating them down onto the hull of that corvette even as Lynx takes the hacks he's been running to the next level. A hatch opens in the side of the s.h.i.+p, and they drop within. It's that easy. Though ...

"Something just occurred to me," says Linehan.

"Hold on a second," says Lynx.

The hatch slides shut and the airlock chamber pressurizes. Lynx looks around at the tiny room, then extends razorwire from his suit and plugs into the wall, tightening his grip on the s.h.i.+p's computers as that craft draws away from the Montana Montana.

"Look," says Linehan, "there's something we should be-"

"I'm sure there is, but will you shut up-"

"Think about it, Lynx." about it, Lynx."

"Jesus Christ! Think about what?" what?"

"This isn't just a matter of getting off the Montana Montana. Szilard won't just have rigged his flags.h.i.+p. He'll have these corvettes rigged too."

Lynx raises an eyebrow. Linehan starts cursing: "f.u.c.k's sake man! Otherwise, some of the a.s.sholes he's trying to nail might sneak aboard and-why are you laughing?"

"Because I'm way ahead of you."

Whoever he is, he's got some kind of special clearance," says Spencer.

"We're inside the Eurasian secret weapon, man. What the h.e.l.l does special clearance special clearance mean now?" mean now?"

"It means I can't crack him!"

"Because?"

"He's got some kind of souped-up zone-s.h.i.+eld ..." But Spencer's voice trails off as he becomes aware of something else. Something that's echoing through the s.h.i.+p. With under a minute to go, the countdown's been patched through onto the loudspeakers. Both men can hear the chanting of the soldiers all around them as they join in. Sarmax nods his head in time with the rhythm.

"This is going to be fun," fun," he says. he says.

Rocket-powered railcar.

Way too fast.

They roar through Tsiolkovskiy's maglev station and into wider pa.s.sages. Carson engages the s.h.i.+p's guns, slinging shots out ahead of them. Haskell feels him shove her mind even farther out than that as the grids above them click into place. She can see that most of the Eurasians they're killing are dying because they're looking the other way-fighting desperately against the American commandos who have occupied the base's upper levels and are now pus.h.i.+ng deeper. The train's coming in behind a set of last-ditch defenses. Carson's trying to coordinate with the Americans above. It doesn't look like he's succeeding. The Yanks aren't taking any calls. Up ahead, she can see the rearmost Eurasians turning to face them. Some of them are shoving a makes.h.i.+ft barrier into place. Looks like it's some kind of wrecked crawler, blocking the tunnel up ahead.

"f.u.c.k," she says.

"I see it," he replies-accelerates still further.

"We're gonna crash," she yells.

"And how," he grins.

Szilard's stacked the whole game," says Linehan. He's starting to feel like the walls of this little chamber are closing in-like the man who's crammed up against him is enjoying this way too much.

"That's how he plays," says Lynx.

"So how come you don't seem concerned?"

"Because I've thought of it all already. Of course Of course Szilard would rig this s.h.i.+p. Standard tactic-and it doesn't matter. It's still the only possible way off the Szilard would rig this s.h.i.+p. Standard tactic-and it doesn't matter. It's still the only possible way off the Montana Montana. Which, by the way, is about to go up like a f.u.c.king roman candle."

"After which we do the f.u.c.king same, huh?"

"Charges are rigged just aft of the corvette's c.o.c.kpit. They'll get detonated by wireless transmission."

"Can you stop 'em?"

"Sure as f.u.c.k can try." try."

The countdown's reaching its final seconds. The chanting of the soldiers has reached a fever pitch. The noise is deafening. Spencer adjusts his magnetic-clamps one last time. He takes in the zone around him-the whole expanse of it crammed into this craft that's about to vault toward the heavens. The last man to get aboard remains impervious to all attempts to breach his barricades. It's the same with the c.o.c.kpit. It's going to be difficult to do much about that until more systems come online. Which presumably is going to happen once things get moving. Spencer glances at the man next to him.

"We're about to find out how deep this goes."

"And how high it'll reach," replies Sarmax.

The screens. .h.i.t zero.

s.h.i.+t," says Haskell.

"Believe it," replies Carson; he seizes her with both hands, firing his suit's jets and bursting through the train window, out into the tunnel as their vehicle blasts past them and into the Eurasian position up ahead. There's a blinding flash-but Carson's already cras.h.i.+ng through a side door and out into a labyrinth of industrial plants. Haskell feels her body s.h.i.+ft as he twists and turns at breakneck speed. He's obviously trying to steer clear of the bulk of the fighting. She's doing what she can to oblige.

Lynx has hacked into this corvette's computers. He's got them covered. He's having a little more difficulty with the charges rigged right beneath the pilots' a.s.ses. And he's running out of time. Because now white light's permeating the pilots' view, blossoming across the windows.

"f.u.c.k," says Lynx. says Lynx.

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