He and his teammates climbed onto the upper girders. In silence, the team rigged a web of support netsso they could rest in relative comfort. Below them lay a hundred thousand liters of black water, andsurrounding them, two centimeters of stainless3 steel. Sam rigged the fill sensor4 so the reservoir’scomputer wouldn’t let any more water flow into the storage tank. The lights in their helmets cast apattern of crossing and crisscrossing reflection lines.
A perfect hiding spot—all according to plan, John thought, and allowed himself a small grin of triumph.
The tech specs that ONI had procured5 on theLaden showed a number of hydroponic pods mountedaround the ship’s carousel6 system—the massive water tanks used gravity feed to irrigate7 the ship’s spacegrowncrops.
Perfect.
They had easily slipped past the lone8 guard in theLaden ’s main cargo bay and into the nearly desertedcenter section. The water tank would mask their thermal10 signatures, and block any motion sensors11.
The only risky12 element entered the picture if the center section stopped spinning . . . things could getvery messy inside the tank, very fast. But John doubted that would happen.
Kelly set up a tiny microwave relay outside the top hatch. She propped13 her data pad on her stomach andlinked to the ship’s network. “I’m in,” she reported. “There’s no AI or serious encryption . . . accessingtheir system now.” She tapped the pad a few more times and activated14 the intrusion software—the bestthat ONI could provide. A moment later the pad pulsed to indicate success.
“They’ve got a nav trajectory15 to the asteroid16 belt. ETA is ten hours.”
“Good work,” John said. “Team: we’ll sleep in shifts.” Sam, Fred, and Linda snapped off theirflashlights.
The tank reverberated17 as theLaden ’s engines flared18 to life. The water tilted19 as they accelerated awayfrom the orbital docking station.
John remembered Eridanus 2—vaguely recalled that it once was home. He wondered if his old school,his family, were still there—He squelched20 his curiosity. Speculation21 made for a fine mental exercise, but the mission came first. Hehad to stay alert—or failing that, grab some sleep so he would be alert when he needed to be. ChiefMendez must have told them a thousand times: “Rest can be as deadly a weapon as a pistol or grenade.”
“I’ve got something,” Kelly whispered, and handed him her data pad.
It displayed the cargo manifest for theLaden . John scrolled22 down the list: water, flour, milk, frozenorange juice, welding rods, superconducting magnets for a fusion23 reactor24 . . . no mention of weapons.
“I give up,” he said. “What am I looking for?”
“I’ll give you a hint,” Kelly replied. “The Chief smokes them.”
John flicked25 back through the list. There: Sweet William cigars. Next to them on the manifest was acrate of champagne27, a Beta Centauri vintage. There were fast-chilled New York steaks, and Swisschocolates. These items were stored in a secure locker28. They had the same routing codes.
“Luxury items,” Kelly murmured. “I bet they’re headed straight for a special delivery to Colonel Wattsor his officers.”
“Good work,” John replied. “We’ll tag this stuff and follow it.”
“Won’t be that easy,” Fred said from the darkness. He flicked on his flashlight and peered back at John.
“There are a million ways this can go wrong. We’re going in without recon. I don’t like it.”
“We only have one advantage on this mission,” John said. “The rebels have never been infiltrated—they’ll feel relatively31 safe and won’t be expecting us. But every extra second we stay . . . that’s anotherchance for us to be spotted32. We’ll follow Kelly’s hunch33.”
“You questioning orders?” Sam asked Fred. “Scared?” There was a slight hint of challenge in his voice.
Fred thought for a moment. “No,” he whispered. “But this is no training mission. Our targets won’t befiring stun34 rounds.” He sighed. “I just don’t want to fail.”
“We’re not going to fail,” John told him. “We’ve accomplished35 every mission we’ve been on before.”
That wasn’t entirely36 true: the augmentation mission had wiped out half of the Spartans37. They weren’tinvincible.
But John wasn’t scared. A little nervous, maybe—but he was ready.
“Rotate sleep cycles,” John said. “Wake me up in four hours.”
He turned over and quickly nodded off to the sound of the sloshing water. He dreamed of gravball and acoin spinning in the air. John caught it and yelled, “Eagle!” as he won again.
He always won.
Kelly nudged John’s shoulder and he was instantly awake, hand on his assault rifle.
“We’re decelerating,” she whispered, and pointed38 her light into the water below. The liquid tilted at atwenty-degree inclination39.
“Lights off,” John ordered.
They were plunged40 into total darkness.
He popped the hatch and snaked the fiber-optic probe—attached to his helmet—through the crack. Allclear.
They climbed out, then rappelled down the back of the ten-meter-tall tank. They donned their greasestainedcoveralls and removed their helmets. The black suits looked a little bulky beneath the workclothes, but the disguise would hold up to a cursory42 inspection43. With their weapons and gear in duffelbags, they’d pass as crew . . . from a distance.
They crept through a deserted9 corridor and into the cargo bay. They heard a million tiny metallic44 pingsas gravity settled the ship. TheLaden must be docking to a spinning station or a rotating asteroid.
The cargo bay was a huge room, stacked to its ceiling with barrels and crates45. There were massive tanksof oil. Automated46 robot forklifts scurried47 between rows, checking for items that might have come loosein transit48.
There was a terrific clang as a docking clamp grabbed the ship.
“Cigars are this way,” Kelly whispered. She consulted her data pad, then tucked it back into her pocket.
They moved out, clinging to the shadows. They stopped every few meters, listened, and made sure theirfields of fire were clear.
Kelly held up her hand and made a fist. She pointed to the secure hatch on the starboard side of the hold.
John signaled Fred and Kelly and motioned them to go forward. Fred used the lockbreaker on the doorand it popped open. They entered and closed it behind them.
John, Sam, and Linda waited. There was a sudden motion and the Spartans snapped their weapons tofiring positions—A robot forklift passed down an adjacent aisle49.
The massive aft doors of the cargo hold parted with a hiss50. Light spilled into the hold. A dozendockworkers dressed in coveralls entered.
John gripped his MA2B tighter. One man looked down the aisle where they crouched51 in the shadows.
He stooped, paused—John raised his weapon slowly, his hands steady, and sighted on the man’s chest. “Always shoot forcenter of mass,” Mendez had barked during weapons training. The man stood, stretched his back, andmoved on, whistling quietly to himself.
Fred and Kelly returned, and Kelly opened and closed her hand, palm out—she had placed the marker.
John grabbed his helmet from his duffel bag and slipped it on. He pinged the navigation marker and sawthe blue triangle flash once on his heads-up display. He returned Kelly’s thumbs-up and removed thehelmet.
John stowed his helmet and MA2B and motioned for the rest of the team to do the same. They casuallywalked out of theLaden ’s aft cargo hold and onto the rebel base.
The docking bay was hewn from solid rock. The ceiling stretched a kilometer high. Bright lightsoverhead effectively illuminated52 the place, looking like tiny suns in the sky. There were hundreds ofships docked within the cavern—tiny single craft, Mako-class corvettes, cargo freighters, and even acaptured UNSC Pelican53 dropship. Each craft was held by massive cranes that traveled on railroad tracks.
The tracks led toward a series of large airlock doors. That’s how theLaden must have gotten inside.
There were people everywhere: workers and men in crisp white uniforms. John’s first instinct was toseek cover. Every one of them was a potential threat. He wished he had his gun in hand.
He remained calm and strode among these strangers. He had to set the right example for his team. If hisrecent encounter with the ODSTs in the gym of theAtlas had been any indication, he knew his teamwouldn’t interact well with the natives.
John made his way past dockworkers and robotic trams full of cargo and vendors54 selling roasted meat onsticks. He walked toward a set of double doors set in the far rock wall, marked: PUBLIC SHOWERS.
He pushed through and didn’t look back.
The place was almost empty. One man was singing in the shower, and there were two rebel officersundressing near the towel dispensers.
John led his team to the most distant corner of the locker room and hunkered down on one of thebenches. Linda sat with her back to them, on lookout55 duty.
“So far so good,” John whispered. “This will be our fallback position if everything falls apart and we getseparated.”
Sam nodded. “Okay—we have a lead on how to find the Colonel. Anyone have any ideas how to get offthis rock once we grab him? Back into theLaden ’s water tank?”
“Too slow,” Kelly said. “We’ve got to assume that when Colonel Watt30 goes missing, his people aregoing to look for him.”
“There was a Pelican on the dock,” John said. “We’ll take it. Now let’s figure out how to operate thecranes and airlocks.”
Sam hefted his pack of explosives. “I know just the way to politely knock on those airlock doors. Don’tworry.”
Sam tapped his left foot. He only did that when he was eager to move. Fred’s hands were clenched56 intofists; he might be nervous, but he had it under control. Kelly yawned. And Linda sat absolutely still.
They were ready.
John got his helmet, donned it, and checked the nav marker.
“Bearing 320,” he said. “It’s on the move.” He picked up his gear. “And so are we.”
They left the showers and strode through the dock, past massive drop doors and into a city. This part ofthe asteroid looked like a canyon57 carved into the rock; John could barely make out the ceiling faroverhead. There were skyscrapers58 and apartment buildings, factories, and even a small hospital.
John ducked into an alley59, slipped on his helmet, and pinpointed60 the blue nav marker. It overlay a cargotram that silently rolled down the street. There were three armed guards riding in the back.
The Spartans followed at a discreet61 distance.
John checked his exit routes. Too many people, and too many unknowns. Were the people here armed?
Would they all engage if fighting started? A few of the people gave him strange looks.
“Spread out,” he whispered to his team. “We look like we’re on a parade ground.”
Kelly stepped up her pace and pulled ahead. Sam fell behind. Fred and Linda drifted to the right and left.
The cargo tram turned and made its way slowly through a crowded street. It stopped at a building. Thestructure was twelve stories tall, with balconies on every floor.
John guessed these were barracks.
There were two armed guards in white uniforms at the front entrance. The three men in the tram got outand carried the crate26 inside.
Kelly glanced at John. He nodded, giving her the go-ahead.
She approached the two guards, smiling. John knew her smile wasn’t friendly. She was smiling becauseshe was finally getting a chance to put her training to the test.
Kelly waved to the guard and pulled open the door. He asked her to stop and show her identification.
She stepped inside, grabbed his rifle, twisted, and dragged him inside with her.
The other guard stepped back and leveled his rifle. John sprang at him from behind, grabbed his neckand snapped it, then dragged his limp body inside.
The entry room had cinderblock walls and a steel door with a swipe-card lock. A security cameradangled limply over Kelly’s head. The guard she had dragged in lay at her feet. She was already runninga cracking program on the lock, using her data pad.
John retrieved63 his MA2B and covered her. Fred and Linda entered and slipped out of their coveralls,then donned their helmets.
“Nav marker is moving,” Linda reported. “Mark 270, elevation64 ten meters, twenty . . . thirty-five andholding. I’d say that’s the top floor.”
Sam entered, pulled the door shut behind him, and then jammed the lock. “All clear out there.”
The inner door clicked. “Door’s open,” Kelly said.
John, Kelly, and Sam slipped out of their coveralls as Fred and Linda covered them. John activated themotion and thermal displays in his helmet. The target sight glowed as he raised his MA2B.
“Go,” John said.
Kelly pushed open the door. Linda stepped in and to the right. John entered and took the left.
Two guards were seated behind the lobby’s reception desk. Another man, without a uniform, stood infront of the desk, waiting to be helped; two more uniformed men stood by the elevator.
Linda shot the three near the desk. John eliminated the targets by the elevator.
Five rounds—five bodies hit the floor.
Fred entered and policed the bodies, dragging them behind the counter.
Kelly moved to the stairwell, opened the door, and gave the all-clear signal.
The elevator pinged and its doors opened. They all wheeled, rifles leveled . . . but the car was empty.
John exhaled65, then motioned them to take the stairs; Kelly took point. Sam brought up the rear. Theysilently went up nine double flights of stairs.
Kelly halted on an upper landing. She pointed to the interior of the building, then pointed up.
John detected faint blurs66 of heat on the twelfth floor. They’d have to pick a better route, a way in that noone would expect.
John opened the door. There was an empty hallway. No targets.
He went to the elevator doors and pried67 them open. Then he turned on his black suit’s cooling elementsto mask his thermal signature. The others did the same . . . and faded from his thermal imaging display.
John and Sam climbed up the elevator cable. John glanced down: a thirty-meter plunge41 into darkness.
He might survive that fall. His bones wouldn’t break, but there would be internal damage. And it wouldcertainly compromise their mission. He tightened68 his grip on the cable and didn’t look down again.
When they had climbed up the last three floors, they braced69 themselves in the corners by the closedelevator door. Kelly and Fred snaked up the cable after them. They braced in the far corners to overlaptheir fields of fire. Linda came up last. She climbed as far as she could, hooked her foot on a cross brace,and hung upside down.
John held up three fingers, two, then one, and then he and Sam silently pulled open the elevator doors.
There were five guards standing70 in the room. They wore light body armor and helmets and carried oldermodelHMG-38 rifles. Two of them turned.
Kelly, Fred, and Linda opened fire. The walnut71 paneling behind the guards became pockmarked withbullet holes and was spattered with blood.
The team slid inside the room, moving quickly and quietly. Sam policed the guards’ weapons.
There were two doors. One led to a balcony; the other featured a peephole. Kelly checked the balcony,then whispered over the channel in their helmets: “This overlooks the alley between buildings. Noactivity.”
John checked the nav marker. The blue triangles flashed a position directly behind the other door.
Sam and Fred flanked the door. John couldn’t get any reading on motion or thermal. The walls wereshielded. There were too many unknowns and not enough time.
The situation wasn’t ideal. They knew there were at least three men inside—the ones who had carriedthe crate upstairs. And there might be more guards . . . and to complicate72 the situation, their target had tobe taken alive.
John kicked the door in.
He took in the entire situation at a glance. He was standing on the threshold of a sumptuous73 apartment.
There was a wet bar boasting shelves of amber-filled bottles. A large, round bed dominated the corner,decorated with shimmering74 silk sheets. Windows on all sides had sheer white curtains—John’s helmetautomatically compensated75 for the glare. Red carpet covered the floor. The crate with the cigars andchampagne sat in the center of the room. It was black and armored, sealed tight against the vacuum ofspace.
There were three men standing behind the armored crate, and one man crouched behind them. ColonelRobert Watts29—their “package.”
John didn’t have a clear shot. If he missed, he could hit the Colonel.
The three men, however, didn’t have that problem. They fired.
John dove to his left. He caught three rounds in his side—knocking the breath from his body. One bulletpenetrated his black suit. He felt it ping off his ribs76 and pain slashed77 through him like a red-hot razor.
He ignored the wound and rolled to his feet. He had a clear line of fire. He squeezed the trigger once—athree-round burst caught the center guard in the forehead.
Sam and Fred wheeled around the door frame, Sam high, Fred low. Their silenced weapons coughed andthe remaining pair of guards went down.
Watts remained behind the crate. He brandished78 his pistol. “Stop!” he screamed. “My men are coming.
You think I’m alone? You’re all dead. drop your weapons.”
John crawled to the wet bar and crouched there. He willed the pain inside his stomach to go away. Hesignaled Sam and Fred and held up two fingers, then pointed the fingers over his head.
Sam and Fred fired a burst of rounds over Watts. He ducked.
John vaulted79 over the bar and leaped onto his quarry80. He grabbed the pistol and wrenched81 it out of hishand, breaking the man’s index finger and thumb. John snaked his arm around Watts’s neck and chokedthe struggling man into near-unconsciousness.
Kelly and Linda entered. Kelly took out a syringe and injected Watts—enough polypseudomorphine tokeep him sedated82 for the better part of a day.
Fred fell back to cover the elevator. Sam entered and crouched by the windows, watching the streetbelow for any signs of trouble.
Kelly went to John and peeled back his black suit. Her gloves were slick with his blood. “The bullet isstill inside,” she said, and bit her lower lip. “There’s a lot of internal bleeding. Hang on.” She dug a tinybottle from her belt and inserted the nozzle into the bullet hole. “This might sting a little.”
The self-sealing biofoam filled John’s abdominal84 cavity. It also stung like a hundred ants crawlingthrough his innards. She pulled the bottle out and taped up the hole. “You’re good for a few hours,” shesaid, and then gave him a hand up.
John felt shaky, but he’d make it. The foam83 would keep him from bleeding to death and stave off theshock . . . for a while, at least.
“Incoming vehicles,” Sam announced. “Six men entering the building. Two taking up positionoutside . . . but just the front.”
“Get our package inside that crate and seal it up,” John ordered.
He left the room, got his duffel, and went to the balcony. He secured a rope and tossed it down twelvestories into the alley. He rappelled down, took a second to scan the alley for threats, then clicked histhroat mike once—the all-clear signal.
Kelly snapped a descent rig on the crate and pushed it off the balcony. It zipped down the line andthudded to a halt at the bottom.
A moment later the rest of the team glided85 down the rope.
They quickly donned their coveralls. Sam and Fred carried the crate as they entered the adjacentbuilding. They exited on the street a half block down and walked as quickly as they could back to thedocks.
Dozens of uniformed men ran from the dock toward the city. No one challenged them.
They reentered the now-deserted public showers.
“Everyone check your seals,” John said. “Sam, you go ring the doorbell. Meet us on the dropship.”
Sam nodded and sprinted86 out of the building, both packs of C-12 looped around his shoulder.
John took out the panic button. He triggered the green-mode transmission and tossed it into an emptylocker. If they didn’t make it out, at least the UNSC fleet would know where to find the rebel base.
“Your suit is breached87,” Kelly reminded John. “We better get to the ship now, before Sam sets off hisfireworks.”
Linda and Fred checked the seals on the crate then carried it out. Kelly took point and John brought upthe rear.
They boarded the Pelican dropship and John sized up her armaments—dented and charred88 armor, a pairof old, out-of-date 40mm chain guns. The rocket pods had been removed. Not much of a warhorse.
There was a flash of lightning at the far end of the dock. The thunder roiled89 through the deck, and thenthrough John’s stomach.
While John watched, a gaping90 hole materialized in the airlock door amid a cloud of smoke and shatteredmetal. Black space loomed91 beyond. With an earsplitting roar, the atmosphere held in the docks abruptlytransformed into a hurricane. People, crates, and debris92 were blasted out of the ragged62 tear.
John pulled himself inside the dropship and prepared to seal the main hatch.
He watched as emergency doors descended93 over the breached airlock. There was a second explosion,and the drop door paused, then fell and clattered94 to the deck, crushing a light transport vessel95 underneath96.
Behind them, large bay doors closed, sealing the docks off from the city. Dozens of workers still on thedocks ran for their lives, but didn’t make it.
Sam sprinted across the deck, perfectly97 safe inside his sealed black suit. He cycled through the Pelican’semergency airlock.
“Back door’s open,” he said with a grin.
Kelly fired up the engines. The Pelican lifted, maneuvered98 through the dock, and then out through theblasted hole and into open space. She pushed the throttle99 to maximum burn.
Behind them, the insurgent100 base looked like any other rock in the asteroid belt . . . but this rock wasventing atmosphere and starting to rotate erratically101.
After five minutes at full power, Kelly eased the engines back. “We’ll hit the extraction point in twohours,” she said.
“Check on our prisoner,” John said.
Sam popped open the crate. “The seals held. Watts is still alive and has a steady pulse,” he said.
“Good,” John grunted102. He winced103 as the throbbing104 pain in his side increased.
“Something bothering you?” Kelly asked. “How’s that biofoam holding up?”
“It’s fine,” he said without even looking at the hole in his side. “I’ll make it.”
He knew he should feel elated—but instead he just felt tired. Something didn’t sit right about theoperation. He wondered about all the dead dockworkers and civilians105 back there. None of them weredesignated targets. And yet, weren’t they all rebels on that asteroid?
On the other hand, it was like the Chief said—he had followed his orders, completed his mission, andgotten his people out alive. What more did he want?
John stuffed his doubts deep in the back of his mind.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he said, and squeezed Kelly’s shoulder. John smiled. “What could be wrong? Wewon.”
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debris
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