Code Breakers Complete Series: Books 1-4 (22 page)

- There’s a nexus beyond the firewall, scanning for weakness, Mags said.

Gerry thrashed in his restraints, but they held firm. Then, as Seca removed a tray of medical tools from the side of the table, he noticed the restraints had no obvious mechanical fastening. They were electronic.
 

Seca hovered over the tray of sharp, steel implements. They weren’t even clean. Dark brown stains and spots of rust covered their surfaces. He’d clearly done this kind of work before. A swell of panic added to Gerry’s rage, and focusing his mind on Mags, he let himself drop into the flow of code. He lost all feeling of his physical body and felt as if he and Mags were a single entity again. He spotted the node hosting the firewall and crashed it, overloading its security and breaching it through an open port.

When he scanned it, he noticed it was the same port that Seca’s encrypted data was using. Once beyond the firewall, he closed the port behind him, shutting Seca out of his own network.
 

Up ahead, four large AI-driven servers sorted data, processed billions of instructions and, on sensing him, sent out packets of malicious code. It stuck to him like a virus, the code mutating too fast for him to keep up with. Together, he and Mags coded a temporary shield. Held off the virus. Gerry then had an idea, but didn’t know if it would kill him, Mags, or both in the process. Only one way to kill systems like these—an EMP. He had to fry the CPUs physically, but his consciousness was in the network. What would happen to him? Would it kill him, leaving his physical body just an inanimate piece of meat?

He was aware of something happening to his body. Skin being cut. Rough metal digging into bone. And laughing, Seca’s sick, self-satisfied laugh as he cut into Gerry’s skull.
 

Knowing Petal was dead and the demon AI would soon be in Jasper’s possession, he didn’t have much to lose. Seca would carve him up like a dead animal in a lab anyway, so he decided.

- Mags, bring up a schematic of the power grid.

- Processing.

A couple of seconds later, the image of the power layout was in Gerry’s mind. He sent himself through a series of switches and gateways until he was at the node controlling the power supply. Seca had been lazy. The encryption algorithm on the power supply was an old one. Gerry hacked it within seconds. He quickly coded a new set of instructions for the power supply, increasing both amperage and voltage to deadly levels, deadly for tech at least. The code spun out of his mind as natural as breathing; he passed the software to the power supply’s CPU and waited before executing the program.
 

The scraping against his skull increased, and he felt a saw raking back and forth as Seca determined to reach his brain.

Gerry could tell Seca was trying to figure out what he was doing as Seca breached his temporary barrier in the firewall, but unlike Gerry, it didn’t seem as if he was as adept at multitasking. Still, Seca’s code gained on him, battering against his shields.

So close now, in both cyberspace and real space, Seca was hacking into him, taking him apart. The viruses mutated again and grew in strength, but before they could take him down, Gerry executed the program and waited as a massive dump of electricity flooded the physical circuits that ran the servers.
 

An explosion blasted out. Waves of power vibrated through the walls of his room and into the board on which he was held.
 

Then silence.
 

Something hot trickled down his face and onto his lips: blood. Something slipped from his head and clattered onto the floor, followed by a heavy thud. Down to his right, the slumped body of Seca twitched in the dark gloom. Gerry pushed himself up on the table and managed to remove his wrists from the restraints that now lay open. He turned to his left; the door hung ajar. It seemed the EMP took out most of their security systems.
 

Swinging his legs off the metal bed made him vomit onto the floor. It was mostly bile and spit. Within the pool he saw a number of the writhing, black blobs: NanoStems. When he stood up, he realised what a job they’d done, as there was no pain in his ankle, and he stumbled around the bed to Seca’s body. He was still, but his chest continued to rise and fall.
 

It took a while for him to accurately judge distances now that his right eye was ruined. He tentatively touched it and winced as a stab of pain crashed into his head. The agony fuelled his vengeance. He leant down, picked up the serrated blade that had just seconds ago scraped against his skull, and sliced it across Seca’s throat until blood welled up in the wound.
 

From an internal speaker, Seca spoke. “Carve me up all you like! My consciousness will live on. I’ll be one with the network.”

“Screw you!”

The rage bubbled over. He stabbed at Seca again, this time in the chest, then the heart, the lungs, the stomach, the kidneys. He kept stabbing until he screamed and the lactic acid in his arm muscles prevented him from slicing at the dead meat anymore.
 

He slumped backwards, tears rushing down his face.
 

The blade shook in his hand, now entirely covered in dark red blood. The room looked like a slaughterhouse. The stink made him retch over and over as he crawled away on hands and knees.

When he reached the door, he pulled himself up on the handle and shuffled out into the corridor. He felt entirely alone—again. Mags wasn’t responding, and his brain felt like mush. Coherent thoughts were slow coming, and he even had trouble thinking of his name. How much had he lost in the EMP? It was too difficult to understand right now. All he could think of was escape. Had to find a way out, find a way of stopping… what was his name? It wouldn’t come, but he knew there was a man at home waiting for something, to deliver something, and it was up to him to stop it.

Chapter 18

For what seemed like hours or days, Gerry—for his brain managed to dredge his name up from the murky depths—shuffled through the dark corridors of Seca’s sanctuary. He didn’t recognise any of it. Even the way he’d come in was lost to his foggy memory.
 

He knew he must be getting close, however. A rumble from above shook the metal walls, and he shuffled towards it as best he could, climbing access ladders to higher levels and walking down yet more corridors. Some were filled with the inanimate bodies of Seca’s guards. It seemed none were wholly human. It occurred to him that there were probably more cyborgs, robots and transcendents than human beings in the world now. Maybe even he didn’t count? And yet he was still walking.
 

I must be human, then, he thought. I’m a human. I’m a human. He rumbled the thought around his head until it became a mantra, the rhythm of the syllables matching his lurching strides.
 

A metallic grating noise, followed by a loud rush of air blasted down from above him. It was dusk out, but a strong white light flickered across the hole in the roof, blinding him in its brilliance. A shadow appeared in the glare and dropped down a rope.
 

Gerry dived out of the way as a humanoid—for he couldn’t be sure what it was; nothing was sure anymore—landed with a thud. It was a female shape, with tall pink hair… so familiar. A word tried to form on his lips as he pressed them together.
 

She spun, shining a torch in his eyes, and he scuttled back into the shadows.
 

“Gez? That you?”

He knew that voice, and still the name wouldn’t come. His voice wouldn’t come.

She shined the torch to one side and crouched down as she approached. She wore goggles over her eyes and plasters across her right cheek. A crimson slash arced through the beige material.
 

“Gez. It’s me, Petal. Are you hurt?”

She bent down closer, and Gerry breathed in her scent. She smelled of soap and medical alcohol. A flashback memory flickered in his mind of a man leaning over him with a bottle of alcohol. No. It was something else. A cure of some kind for his wounds. Gerry reached up to touch his nose and felt rough skin as if a scab had recently healed.
 

The girl held out her hand, and he took it, encapsulating it entirely. She was small, petite, but she had strength to her. He did know her. Flashes of her face came to him in blinking fragments, but it was all too indistinct.
 

“Come on, we’ve got to get you back to City Earth. Old Grey couldn’t hold it, and Jasper’s still roaming free. I managed to get the Jaguar back from Len. I don’t know what you did back there, but the whole city went down. You must have taken out the entire power grid. Len thought it was his payload and came into the city… I managed to get out, but I couldn’t find you. Gez, say something. Speak to me.”

“P… P… Petal?”

“Yeah, Gez. Petal, remember? We came here to stop Seca… stop the AI… what did you do?”

He looked at her blankly. The name Seca didn’t mean anything to him, and what AI? All he remembered was the pain in his head, and the body. The body he butchered. He closed his eyes, trying to erase that particular, gory image. Of all the things he could have remembered, why did it have to be that?
 

The girl sighed and pulled him to the rope. She looped it twice around his waist and made him grip it as best he could. She flashed the torch up through the hole. The rumbling increased, pulling him up and out of his underground prison. He dropped his head back as he breached the surface. The cool air stung his wounds, but he breathed it deeply, taking the rich oxygen into his lungs.

The winch whirred as it lifted him up through a gap beneath the aircraft. A chrome-masked man reached out a hand and pulled him into a seated area.
 

“You did great. Whatever it is was. You knocked out Seca’s operation completely. My payload didn’t do anything that I expected. His security was too hot, but you, however, you managed it! The man hugged Gerry before sitting back on the bench seat.
 

“Who are you?” Gerry asked.
 

“Your ticket home, friend.”

They dropped the winch and brought Petal up. She sat next to the grinning man and stared at Gerry with the same look of awe. He couldn’t understand their reactions. Had no idea what they were talking about or what he had supposedly done. But instinctively he knew it was important, and there was something else he needed to do. He just hoped by the time he got where he was going that he could remember what it was.

As they gained altitude and picked up speed, Gerry watched the sun dip below the horizon. Thick, bulbous clouds carrying the promise of water covered the moon. He wished for rain. Wished for everything to be washed away and started anew.
 

Petal took a medical pack from the bulkhead behind her seat. She kneeled beside Gerry and, taking a cleansing wipe, began to clean his cuts. Looking at her wound—a fierce gash below her eye—he knew within himself that he’d let her down, failed to protect her. Someone had tasked him with her care, and now she was the one caring for him.
 

A roiling anger crawled around his guts like a snake awakening from a deep sleep. Angry because he’d failed her, but also for those who’d hurt her. Flashes of faces came to him, and each time he tried to focus, they blinked away, hiding on the edge of consciousness. But a name came to him: Jasper.
 

“Who’s Jasper?” he asked.

“The guy we’re gonna kill,” Petal replied, fixing a series of plasters to his wounds. “He is the one who has the demon AI you tried to stop. Or at least will have it soon.”

‘Tried.’ The word was like a knife slicing into his heart. She didn’t say it with any malice, but it was yet another reminder that whatever had gone down, he had failed her. Failed to stop this AI.
 

“I won’t fail again,” Gerry whispered. He pictured an image of Jasper. He was standing intimately with a woman, someone who used to be close to Gerry. My wife! And then he relived the moment again. The video played over in his mind of his wife betraying him.

The snake slithered further throughout his body, and he focused on what he was going to do. He pictured the bloody scene back in that metal room. The room of the body and the blood, and he pictured Jasper’s face on that mutilated lump of meat. All Gerry wanted then was vengeance.

Chapter 19

Petal filled Gerry in on what had happened. Their missions, Gabe’s betrayal, and what Jasper was planning to do. His memory didn’t feel like his own anymore. His AIA wasn’t responding—presumably killed by the EMP attack. Still, he felt ready to do what was necessary. He had children, and fragments of their lives and their time together lurked in the shadows of his mind, growing ever stronger, so that he now felt the loss of separation almost as strongly as his desire for revenge.

Channelling that loss fuelled his motivation. His focus. He’d lost so much lately, and he would rather die trying to restore order and save his city, as false and unreal as it was, than stand back and watch a million innocent people suffer at the hands of a fundamentalist and an AI programmed for evil.
 

That the Family were equally evil in their actions wasn’t the point anymore. He couldn’t undo the massive loss of life during the Cataclysm, and he couldn’t undo what the Family had done to the people living inside the Dome. But he could at least try and give them time. Time to live their lives as they’d always done: with ignorance and security. They were nothing more than lab rats for the amusement of a group of megalomaniac and wannabe gods, but they were still his people, and he was determined to give them as much chance of a secure life as possible.
 

Jasper and the AI had to be stopped.

A mask-wearing pilot spoke over their comm system. “Approaching the Dome. Security’s out in force. Eight squadrons of assault drones coming our way.”

“Hold on, Gez. This could get bumpy.” Petal pulled the safety straps on his flight jacket tight, pulling him securely into his seat. Gerry reached out and did the same, ensuring Petal was as secure as he was.