Gary Gibson - Final Days

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Gate Delta, Site 17, 1 1014 AD (Home Date: 5 January 2235)

They were making good time along the East Rampart, on their way back to Vault One, when all four life-support indicators for Stones team suddenly faded to black. Jeff Cairns came to a halt, his pressure suit informing him, in a soft contralto voice, of a sudden spike in his adrenalin and heart rate.

You dont fucking say , Jeff thought sourly. He glanced automatically over the ramparts, his eye following the bright parallel lines of the path markers towards the truncated pyramid of Vault Four in the distance. He waited to see if the indicators would flicker back into life, his mouth suddenly dry and sticky.

Three other life-support indicators representing Eliza Schlegel, Lou Winston and Farad Maalouf still glowed on the curved interior of his visor. All three, along with Jeff himself, had been assigned to the first and second vaults for the duration of this particular expedition. Other icons representing suit pressure, air supply and bio-functions floated near the bottom edge of the visor, registering clearly against the black and starless sky.

Eliza and Lou, who had been walking a couple of metres ahead of Jeff, both came to a stop at the same time, their helmets also turning towards the fourth vault. Jeff listened, over the shared comms, as Eliza tried to raise Mitchell and the others, the strain becoming evident in the sharply clipped tone of her words.

The comms hissed as they all waited in vain for a response.

The East Rampart was one of four hundred-metre-high walls that connected the vaults together, forming a square when seen from above. For safety, the edges of the rampart were illuminated to either side by rows of softly glowing markers placed at regular intervals. It was a long way down if you somehow managed to wander too close to the edge.

Jeff turned to see Farad standing just behind him, his frightened eyes staring back at him through a smeared visor. The fingers of Farads gloves were wrapped tightly around the handlebar of a steel containment unit, mounted on four comically bulbous wheels, and his lips were moving silently in what Jeff suspected was a prayer.

Maybe we should go look, said Lou, sounding like he was thinking aloud.

No. Elizas voice was sharp, decisive. The artefacts are our priority. We have to make our scheduled rendezvous with Hanovers team at the Tau Ceti gate.

Jeff turned to look back towards her. We cant just abandon them, he heard himself say.

Nobodys abandoning anyone, said Eliza. If something has happened, I dont want to risk any more lives until we know exactly what were dealing with. Besides, it might just be a temporary communications breakdown.

Might be, said Jeff.

Eliza turned and shot a quick, furious look at him. Im tired of your insubordination , shed warned him more than once.

Maybe Elizas right, said Lou, his tone conciliatory. We have to be careful.

So just what is it youre saying we should do if we just abhear from them? Jeff demanded. Just abandon them?

Youre not in charge here, said Eliza, and we have our orders from Hanover.

I know were expendable, said Jeff. Im under no illusions on that count.

Nobodys saying anyone is exp

We can get to Vault Four with time to spare if we start out now, Jeff snapped, his fear flowering into sudden anger; all that adrenalin couldnt go to waste. Fuck the artefacts.

Really? said Eliza. Would you like to share that sentiment with Hanover when we get back?

That could be us stuck in there, Jeff insisted. If theyre trapped and still alive, a rescue team wont get here from Tau Ceti for several hours, probably longer. Theyd run out of air long before that.

Elizas expression suggested she was contemplating murder. Typical military mindset , he thought, almost able to see the wheels spinning in her head. It wouldnt be too hard to engineer an accident for him, not with a long, hard drop on either side of them. Unfortunately for her, everything they saw, heard or did was recorded by their suits A/V systems.

Dan, Farad spoke into the sudden silence, his life-support indicator. Its back online.

Jeff glanced down and saw that Dan Rushs icon had indeed flickered back into life, and it was followed a moment later by Lucy Rosenblatts. Mitchell Stones icon remained dark, however, as did Vogels. The suit interfaces felt clumsy and old-fashioned, and again Jeff found himself wishing that a tangle of security precautions didnt prevent them from using UP-linked contact lenses.

Dan, Lucy, can you hear me? Eliza shouted into her comms. We lost track of you. Can?

She was interrupted by a brief burst of static, followed by a voice.

Hey! Hey, is that you? Jeff recognized Dans voice. He sounded panicked, very nearly hysterical. Mitch and Erich are gone. Its just Lucy and me. We

Slow down, urged Eliza, as the rest of them listened in silence. Who else is there?

Just Lucy. Mitch and Erich, they... they just...

Dan paused, and for a moment they listened to the sound of his amplified breathing, sounding loud and urgent and close within the confines of their helmets.

What happened to them? asked Eliza.

We were up on Level 214. Its filled with these deep pits, dozens of them. They were down taking a look inside one, while Lucy and me stayed up above. Then it started to fill up with some kind of liquid.

And they didnt get out again in time?

For a moment, it sounded like Dan was trying to suppress a sob. Not exactly... no. Ill send a video squirt over, maybe its best if you just see what happened for yourselves. And... get here soon, okay? The tokamaks packed up all of a sudden, and its pitch black in here.

Jeff found himself watching Eliza as they listened. She had turned away, to look back towards Vault Four, but from where he stood he could still see her face through her visor, and her lips were pressed together in a thin and bloodless line. She clearly didnt want to have to go into Vault Four, but none of them did, not really, not when there was a chance that whatever had happened to the others might happen to them too. But Jeff knew that didnt matter. He knew, deep in his gut, that they had to make the attempt, regardless.

Well be there soon, Eliza finally replied, glancing towards Farads cart filled with its precious treasures. Theres no way you can find your way back out to us?

No. Its too dark to avoid the chance of getting lost, and this part of the vault hasnt been secured yet. We can see some way with our suit lights, but not far enough to be sure exactly where we are. Dont want to wind up like Rodriguez, right?

No, thought Jeff with a shiver, nobody wanted to end up like Rodriguez.

Dans voice faded for a moment, and then came back. Jeff glanced down and saw the mans life-support icon flicker in that same moment.

Lucy, continued Eliza, how about you? Can you hear me?

Yeah. Lucys voice sounded tense with pain. Im good.

You dont sound it.

Hurt my leg, she replied. Had a bad fall.

Hang on and well be there soon enough. But send that video squirt over so we can get some idea what were dealing with first.

They watched the A/V from Dans suit in silence, projected on to the curved surface of each of their visors.

Standard operating procedure specified that, even once a chamber had been declared safe by the reconnaissance probes, and pressurized prior to a thorough eyeball examination by the artefact recovery teams, pressure suits must be kept on until a team leader was certain there was no danger of contamination or some other, less predictable risk. Mitchell Stones team had been tasked with just such an assessfont>