Day of the Damned (20 page)

Chapter 39

A COPTER HANGS DIRECTLY OVER THE HOUSES WE’RE approaching. Most of the crowd are busy pointing at the roof of the one in the middle, where a single figure edges along a balustrade, before dropping from sight.

A second later, he reappears.

There’s no balustrade on this house to protect him from falling. Just a drop to the road and his audience below. Half of Farlight has turned out for Colonel Vijay’s last performance. Including the Wolf, who stands scowling in his scout car, surrounded by his men who keep the crowd back.

‘Shit,’ Rachel says.

A low moan, somewhere between upset and excitement, sweeps the crowd as Colonel Vijay begins climbing the tiles towards a roof light and slips slightly. His fingers grab at the tiles, but he can’t get a grip.

‘Oh fuck,’ Neen says.

Doubt he knows he’s said it.

Tiles come loose as Vijay’s slide gets faster.

My plan’s fucked. The thought comes as one of his feet clips guttering, which breaks away and begins to fall. He’s going over the edge, when his other foot hits the bracket that held the guttering in place and his slide stops.

The crowd sighs.

Very slowly, Colonel Vijay reaches for a handhold and restarts his climb.

‘Well,’ says the SIG, ‘that was exciting . . .’ Telling me to watch the Wolf, it blips a laser dot on his helmet and removes it just as quickly. ‘Ninety-nine yards, one foot, eight inches,’ it says. ‘Barely worth aiming.’

General Luc is now smiling. So I imagine his earlier scowl was at the thought of not being able to slaughter Vijay Jaxx himself.

‘One shot,’ the SIG says. ‘How hard can it be?’

‘That’s not why we’re here.’

‘Kill Luc. Save Vijay.’

‘Enough . . .’

‘Just saying.’

‘Well don’t, all right?’

‘You know,’ it snarls, ‘I think I preferred Aptitude.’

As we watch, Colonel Vijay claws his way to the roof light, and punches out the glass. Even at this distance we hear it shatter, before we see him roll over the window’s lip and disappear into an attic below.

The colonel must know he is trapped. I’m not sure what he found downloading those data cores of Morgan’s . . . May the bastard sleep badly and have a hideous life next time. But it’s got the plotters riled. Unless this really is just about killing Indigo Jaxx’s son.

One of the copters watches the front.

Another watches the river behind, while a third locks off the far end of the embankment and a fourth locks off the nearer end. A fifth wasp hangs right overhead. That one flies the pennant of Sebastian Thomassi from its tail.

Now is when we need the anti-tank rifle I wanted earlier.

The crowd knows Vijay Jaxx is cornered. Pushing and shoving, they jostle for a better position, hoping to get close to the steps leading to the house where he’s taken refuge. It’s like watching water come to the boil. Everyone is waiting for a sign. It comes when a man climbs the steps and turns to bless us.

The Archbishop of Farlight.

As one, the crowd bow their heads.

Every single word that man says is a l
ie.

I refuse to believe this dawn is glorious, that the collection of whores, looters, pickpockets and rapists around me is anyone’s army for freedom, or that those who follow Sebastian Thomassi are doing God’s will.

Bullshit, the lot of it.

The person behind Augustus, Archbishop of Farlight, convinces me of that. And if he wasn’t proof enough, the U/Free next to him is.

The last time I saw her, Emerald Schott was wearing a dress made from slashed red silk. More slashes than silk. Certainly enough to show her breasts, all four of them . . . It was at a party in Letogratz. Tonight she’s wearing something simpler.

Black, low-cut, but almost decent.

Next to Paper Osamu’s mother-in-law stands Federico fucking Van fucking Zill, wearing a suit, dark glasses and a smirk.

‘Sir,’ Neen says.

He’s waiting for orders.

‘Nothing we can do,’ Anton says. ‘Vijay knows that. He wouldn’t want you to sacrifice the Aux. We’ve still got time to get away.’

Anton is right. If we walk now, we can make it out of the crowd while the Wolf’s attention is still on Colonel Vijay. But then, if I mug him, the rest of us can change our faces and names and live out our lives in luxury.

I’d no more do that than desert.

Besides, I gave Aptitude my word.

‘We’re probably going to die here.’ Don’t imagine I’m telling them anything they haven’t worked out for themselves. ‘Anyone who wants out, step back now.’

No one moves.

Not even Iona, who’s sobbing.

If at first you don’t succeed, destroy the evidence that you tried.

When the crowd get bored trying to pry-bar their way into the house where Colonel Vijay is trapped, someone drops the bar down a drain and sends for explosives. That’s what a woman in front of us says. She’s heard it from a man in front of her.

‘Must be true then.’

There’s a sourness to Neen’s voice that makes her look away.

‘Explosives coming through.’

My gun begins its chant and those nearest us suddenly decide we must be the ones bringing the means to blow down that door. They part willingly.

‘SIG . . .’

‘Just trying to do my bit.’

As the four-breasted U/Free mutters anxiously to Van Zill, the Archbishop of Farlight stares at the disturbance we’re causing, obviously wondering what’s going on. Pretty soon, General Luc is going to stop looking hungrily at that door and start wondering what’s going on as well.

Happens sooner than I’d like.

A shout goes up that the explosives are coming. And it’s enough to attract the Wolf’s attention.

‘Fuck,’ Anton says.

The SIG shivers in my grip.

Yeah, I know. We’ve been seen.

On the far side of the crowd, General Luc snaps out an order and his men start to move. They head for the steps. Same as we do. The Wolf follows, seemingly oblivious of those who scatter to avoid being crushed by his wheels.

Fifty paces from the steps, Luc realizes we’re going to get there first.

He mutters an order to the man jogging beside his vehicle, and Sergeant Toro snaps out an order of his own. A second later, the sergeant and a splinter group cut free from the Wolf Brigade and start pushing towards us.

‘Two o’clock.’

‘Seen them,’ I tell the SIG. ‘Keep scanning.’

And then something happens that changes it all.

The crowd don’t realize at first. Because half are watching us, and the rest are watching General Luc or his splinter group. But inside the house someone slams back heavy bolts and the door begins to open.

‘Fuck,’ says the SIG.

Hard to disagree.

Stamping onto the top step, Colonel Vijay clips down his boots as if he’s on parade. Only then does he lift the hand hanging at his side. His opening shot drills Emerald Schott through the head.

So fast and clean is it she remains standing for a second, with a neat hole in one side of her skull and a bigger hole in the other. The Archbishop of Farlight is wiping his face frantically. He’s wearing most of her brains.

Colonel Vijay’s second shot kills Van Zill.

Personally, I’d have taken the archbishop before that scumbag, but it’s the colonel’s call. I think he’s forgotten about Emerald’s implant.

Not a bit of it.

Rolling her over, he drops to one knee and puts his gun to the back of her skull. His next shot blows the implant apart. Killing a U/Free and destroying her memories. Vijay Jaxx just made himself a galactic outcast.

‘Interesting move.’

Even the SIG sounds impressed.

‘Sven,’ Colonel Vijay says. ‘Thought I told you to get out of here?’

Now the crowd know we’re not bringing explosives. I’m about to say, Did you, sir? when three things happen at once.

The first militia officer to raise his rifle goes down with a broken knee and a blade in his shoulder. Ajac’s looking shocked, but then it’s his blade and he forgot to keep hold of it. So now it juts from the screaming officer.

Ajac catches the spare Iona throws.

The archbishop begins to back away. That’s the second. The third is that General Luc arrives just as Colonel Vijay points his gun at the archbishop.

‘Don’t,’ the Wolf says.

This is a man used to being obeyed.

And Colonel Vijay does obey. Nodding, he lowers his weapon and the crowd surge forward. Actually, four things happen.

If not five.

‘No one will touch Jaxx,’ the Wolf announces. To back it up, his corporal turns his machine gun to cover the crowd.

‘My son—’ the archbishop says.

A second later he’s reeling down the steps into the increasingly puzzled crowd. General Luc having just slammed his elbow into the archbishop’s head. The final thing is that my gun shivers to let me know Luc’s splinter group are behind us.

Not that I’m bothered.

We’re Aux. We don’t retreat anyway.

‘Flechette,’ I say, then change my mind. ‘Make that incendiary.’

The SIG-37 whirs as it does what it’s told. A diode lights to say it’s loaded and a little red dot appears between General Luc’s eyes. When he twitches, I know the SIG’s made the dot hot this time.

It likes doing that.

‘Earth to Sven,’ my gun says.

‘Sir,’ I say. ‘Stand away.’ I mean Colonel Vijay, obviously. ‘And you,’ I tell the Wolf. ‘Stand your men down.’

Grey eyes watch me.

His lip curls beneath his heavy beard.

And then his gaze flicks behind me and I feel the cold kiss of an automatic to the side of my head. A second later, it jags slightly. So I’m obviously supposed to have done more than simply notice it.

‘Drop your piece.’

Sergeant Toro holds a Colt, with underslung sight, and a clip that juts indecently beneath its handle. But it’s a single clip, with hollow-point at the most.

There’s no way I’m backing down.

‘Covered, sir.’

Neen has his rifle to Sergeant Toro’s head. Although a Wolf Brigade corporal is pointing a rifle at him. I try to see who’s targeting the corporal. Only, I don’t want to turn my head that much.

‘Got him covered,’ Anton says.

I do the maths. Luc dies, I die, their sergeant dies, Neen dies, their corporal dies, Anton dies . . . Would help if I knew how many Wolf Brigade are behind me. Iona and Rachel, definitely dead.

Maybe Ajac.

The question is whether Vijay can be saved.

Back when I joined the Legion my old lieutenant tried to teach me chess. Good players take and lose as few pieces as possible. Until they’re ready to roll up the opposition. Drunk or sober, but usually drunk, he’d win, no matter how many pieces he gave me first.

He played the long game.

I killed the first pawn to offer itself.

Looking round, it occurs to me I’ve improved. Maybe not by enough, though. Since my instinct is to pull the trigger. Don’t want to get this wrong.

‘Sir,’ says Neen. ‘How are we going to play this?’

Ignoring the weapons completely, someone slides through the crowd and stops at my side. ‘The long game’s waiting,’ Leona whispers. ‘If you want it.’

Chapter 40

WE NEED GENERAL LUC FOR THE LONG GAME. LEONA WILL explain why later. Although I’m supposed to know already. The fact he’s commander of the Wolf Brigade, the private guard of Farlight’s emperor, should tell me. It doesn’t.

‘But OctoV’s dead.’

She pouts.

‘You said you felt him d
ie.
’

‘Yes and no,’ she whispers, before telling me it’s unimportant. I should concentrate, in the short term, on not getting killed.

The Wolf is watching me.

Still wearing that red dot between his eyes.

Sergeant Toro has his side arm to the side of my head. Even Colonel Vijay looks bemused not to be the centre of attention. But I’m not sure I’m going to let this go, so I hiss another question at her instead.

‘If our glorious leader is dead then General Luc is out of a job, right? You can’t command the emperor’s guard if there isn’t an emperor.’

‘You’re all out of a job.’

That thought shocks me. Colonel Vijay as commander of a reborn Third Regiment is the heart of my plan. Only, the Wolf wants the colonel as well. He wants to wrap his heart in a bow and give it to Aptitude on a plate.

So there is no long game.

Killing General Luc is the right move.

‘About fucking time,’ says the SIG-37, when my finger tightens on the trigger. ‘Hate to think you’d lost your nerve.’

‘Sven,’ Colonel Vijay sounds clipped. ‘You will lower that damn gun.’

‘Sir . . .’

There’s a sudden flare of interest in the Wolf’s grey eyes as he watches me wonder whether to obey.

‘I mean it,’ the colonel says. ‘That is a direct order.’

‘But, sir—’

‘Stand your team down, lieutenant.’

‘Fucking great,’ the SIG says. Diodes fade along its chassis as I flick it into sleep mode.

‘You heard the colonel,’ I tell the Aux.

Very slowly, Neen lowers the muzzle of his rifle so it no longer points at Sergeant Toro, and Anton takes his blade from their corporal’s throat. Sergeant Toro’s first punch takes Neen from his feet.

Anton is raising his blade when the Wolf’s snarl demands silence.

‘Enough . . .’ He nods to me. ‘Your men will put their weapons on the ground. And you,’ he scowls at his sergeant. ‘Don’t let that happen again.’

‘Let the Aux keep their weapons.’

That’s not me talking, obviously.

‘If you will accept my parole,’ Colonel Vijay says, ‘I guarantee no one under my command will use their weapons against you or your men.’

Fucking idiot.

‘Your word as a Jaxx?’

‘No,’ Leona says. ‘His word as the new Duke of Farlight.’

Both men stare at her and the Wolf sneers. ‘Have an heir, do you?’ he asks Colonel Vijay.

The colonel shakes his head.

‘Then it’s going to be a short dukedom, isn’t it?’ The Wolf grins, showing yellow teeth. When he tells Colonel Vijay his parole is accepted, the colonel bows slightly. Nodding at me, the Wolf says, ‘Get your rabble in formation.’

I pass this command to Neen.

‘My son,’ the archbishop says. He’s keeping his distance from General Luc, which seems wise given the blood dripping from a cut over the prelate’s eye. ‘You must give him up for trial . . .’

He gestures. As if pointing the way to the promised land.

‘Here comes the truck.’

Two police officers hang from its doors, riding shotgun. They look young and excited to be part of history. Their chief should have chosen two who knew what they were doing.

‘Close ranks,’ General Luc says.

The Wolf Brigade tighten their formation.

We could use their new focus to fight free. Colonel Vijay must know what I’m thinking, because he catches my gaze and shakes his head.

‘Boss,’ Neen says. ‘Can’t we ignore him?’

I’ve been wondering that myself. It’s not like we’re high clan ourselves, so why should we be bound by Vijay’s stupidity? Except the colonel was our CO on Hekati, and for all I know he’s the highest ranking Third Regiment officer alive on Farlight.

‘No,’ I say. ‘We can’t.’

But we can stop Sebastian Thomassi getting his hands on the man. I have the Aux fall in beside the Wolf Brigade. Colonel Vijay gave his word we wouldn’t fight General Luc’s men. He said nothing about not fighting anybody else.

Halting, the truck opens its doors and ten prison guards jump out. They’re everything you’d expect, from the guts hanging over their gun belts to the coffee stains on their flak jackets. They’ve even got cattle prods and extendable batons in little leather pouches at their sides.

I don’t like prison guards.

Given the number of prisons I’ve been in that’s understandable.

Stumbling to a halt, they only take formation when their NCO barks an order. The police officers look less happy than they did a few seconds before.

‘Sir,’ the older one says.

He is addressing Colonel Vijay.

Instead of being offended, General Luc laughs. And it occurs to me the officer only talks to Vijay because he’s afraid to talk direct to the Wolf.

‘I need your surrender for trial, sir.’

‘On what charges?’

‘Being a member of an illegal organization.’

‘A what?’

‘You’re a colonel in the Third Regiment. That regiment of the Death’s Head is now proscribed. All officers, NCOs and soldiers are to surrender immediately. Failure to surrender is punishable by death.’

He’s reciting from memory. Obviously enough.

‘Death?’ The Wolf looks interested.

‘Refusal to surrender constitutes treason to our newly elected leader Prince Thomassi.’

‘Who elected him?’ Leona demands.

The police officer ignores her.

‘And he’s not a prince,’ I add. ‘And he’s only a senator because his brother died.’

‘Sven,’ says Anton, ‘you’re not helping.’

That’s fine. I’m not interested in helping. I want the Wolf Brigade to attack the police and guards while we spectate. A little friendly fire, and the Wolf’s down and Colonel Vijay’s conscience is clear.

Unfortunately, the colonel is regretting he can’t oblige. He has surrendered already and it’s impossible to do so twice. He says this politely. Of course, should the Wolf decide he doesn’t want the colonel’s surrender . . .

General Luc’s lip curls.

The police officers go pale.

Nodding to his driver, the Wolf climbs into his scout car and we hear its engine start. He nods again. To Colonel Vijay, this time. I have no doubt that General Luc intends to cut out his captive’s heart. But he still offers him a ride.

High clans. Fucking insane, the lot of them.