Tritium Gambit (Max and Miranda Book 1)

Tritium Gambit

By Erik Hyrkas

Copyright © 2012 by Erik Hyrkas.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used, stored, or reproduced without permission.

Digital 2nd Edition

Edited by Michael McIrvin

Cover art by Matthew Goodmanson

For Logan and Gavin.

Acknowledgments

I would like to thank everybody directly involved with this story. Rich Hyrkas, Mark Janowiec, Kajsa Anderson provided excellent feedback on the draft. Brent Lassi kept a keen eye on the dramatic pulse of the story and offered writing advice. Michael McIrvin edited, polished, and honed the story. Matthew Goodmanson provided amazing cover art. I also want to thank those that supported me while writing. My wife, Stephanie, was patient with me even when I was up late or early. My kids, Logan and Gavin, inspired me to begin writing again. Both of my parents deserve credit for fostering my creativity when I was young, but also for encouraging me as an adult. Thank you all!

Prologue. The Wendigo King

We have been forced to turn on our own children for sustenance. I wish it had not come to this, but I cannot contest the will of my people. Still, I have a son that I have been secretly harboring against their hunger, but my ability to protect him wanes with each day as he grows too large to hide. I have seen the suns rise on my planet two hundred thousand times, and I’m the oldest of my kind. During my rule, we have conquered every race to the horizons, and yet the other ancients, my brothers, would eat my son on sight. For as my people have grown, so has our hunger, and now there isn’t enough to eat.

As I ponder the future of our people and planet, a small ball of fire falls from the sky. I have seen other falling stars, but this one is curious. I can make out glints of metal amidst the flames.

I leave my soft bedding and the company of my brothers who, the suns still high in the sky, prefer sleeping, to investigate. One of my brethren would probably steal my spot were they awake, but that would give me an excuse to pulverize him later. The small creatures of the forest flee before me unnecessarily as I make my way toward where the fallen object must have landed, none even a mouthful for me.

I trudge through the jungle until I come to a barren hill where a strange metal object an arm’s length across sits, and as I gaze at it, a small creature steps out. His hair is dark with streaks of gray, and he is shaped vaguely like our kind but he only has two eyes.

“
Hail, mighty one,” he says. His voice quivers slightly, and I find this strangely satisfying.

I consider eating him immediately, but I have not become the oldest and strongest of my kind by being hasty. Then it occurs to me: this creature is not from our planet. Maybe I have found a way for my last son to survive.

Chapter 1. Miranda

I braced myself when I reached the door to the infirmary. My partner was inside, and I had to see if his condition had improved. I pressed my hand to the chrome panel on the wall.

“
Please provide authentication,” a female computer voice ordered.

“
Agent Miranda.”

“
Please present your badge,” the voice said.

“
I… I didn’t bring my badge with me, but I know my badge code.”

“
Please say the first letter of your badge identification code.”

“
P.”

“
Did you say T as in Tango?”

“
No.”

“
Did you say D as in Delta?”

“
No.”

“
Please say the first letter of your badge identification code.”

“
P.”

“
Did you say T as in Tango?”

“
No.”

“
Did you say D as in Delta?” the computer asked more firmly.

“
No!”

“
Please say the first letter of your badge identification code.”

“
P!”

“
Did you say ‘help’?”

“
Yes!”

“
One moment while I contact a security escort.”

I had waited for ten minutes, agonizing over the condition I might find my partner in, when the voice returned. “I’m sorry, but there are no security escorts available at this time. Please come back at a later time.”

I kicked the chrome panel, crumpling the metal and causing sparks to fly.

“
Identity confirmed.” The door opened.

Powerful white lights blazed in the infirmary, which was filled with polished machines and hummed with medical devices. People in white coats spoke softly, offering comforting words to despondent visitors, but I didn’t listen as I walked quietly to my partner’s bed and sat down. He looked awful. The doctors at the Intergalactic Secret Service are skilled and have access to incredible technology that can quickly mend tissue and bone. Better medical care could not be found on this planet, not that the inhabitants of the planet knew of this secret facility and so could not avail themselves of these skills or this technology
.
However, there were some things that even medicine and technology had no quick fixes for. My partner was covered in large red welts oozing yellow pus over nearly every inch of skin I could see, the little skin not covered in swollen wheals pale and clammy to the touch.

Hours passed. I didn’t look up when I heard the click of heels on the hard floor or the beeps from IVs that needed to be changed. I had more urgent concerns to focus on than the quiet hubbub of the room.

A woman wearing a white coat walked over to me. She appeared to be human. “Agent Miranda?”

“
Doctor, is he going to be okay?” I asked.

She shook her head and put a hand on my shoulder. “I’ve never seen a case this bad, sweetie. He must have been stung a hundred times.” She sighed. “We’ll have to keep him in an induced coma until the effects wear off. Otherwise, between the mental effects of the toxin and the sheer discomfort, he might hurt himself or others.”

“
Mental effects?”

“
Mortalis wasp stings have a number of physiological effects beyond the burning, itching, and general discomfort of the swelling. The venom is also a neurotoxin that damages the brain.”

I gasped. “You can fix that, right?” I covered my eyes with both hands and shook my head. I wouldn’t cry, I told myself. “This must have happened before.”

“
Agent Riley should survive, but we won’t know what his personality will be like, or even what he’ll remember. It’s going to take some time to determine the extent of the damage, maybe months—even years. I’m sorry.”

The doctor patted me on the shoulder and walked to an unconscious man in a plastic bubble, an incredibly muscular woman crying in a chair next to him. A man with piercing green eyes and short, dark messy hair stood next to the bed looking distraught. He didn’t look like a doctor, and so I guessed he was an agent. You could tell he worked out, though obviously not as much as the woman, his partner I assumed. Maybe spending time in the gym was how they survived this job.

There were two other occupied beds in the infirmary, a man and woman side by side, both emaciated and unconscious with no visible injuries. Both had IV tubes going into their arms.

Agent Riley took me under his wing on my first mission, sacrificing his own safety to keep me alive. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together at this thought. They warned us in the Academy that this was a dangerous job, but I didn’t expect my first assignment would end this way. I couldn’t go to pieces. There were only nineteen agents at the Earth outpost, and four were incapacitated in the infirmary. The Service needed me.

I decided that exercise would clear my head. I patted Agent Riley’s arm and left the infirmary for the gym. I changed in the lady’s locker room and put in my earbuds. I enjoyed listening to Madonna while working out. The energy of the music kept me moving.

I’d been to a human gym before, where they have primitive machines, free weights, treadmills, and exercise mats. Here there were virtual reality compartments that tied right into your muscles and nerves. While you climbed rock walls, played basketball, or swam, the machines triggered hormones in your muscles that stimulate growth at an optimal rate. Because you didn’t actually move, you didn’t risk injuring yourself or tearing down existing tissue. Simply add a healthy diet to this virtual exercise regimen and a person remained as healthy as she could be.

Thirty minutes into my workout, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“
Computer, end simulation,” I said. The martial arts trainer that I had been sparring with and the dojo both vanished. I blinked a few times to clear my vision and saw Agent Wendy, her expression all business.

She was the mission coordinator in charge of logistics, gear, and briefings. The only time I had talked to her was four days ago when she briefed me on my first mission. I noticed that she didn’t have a single blond hair out of place in her ponytail. She struck me as possibly the most intense, and most anal retentive, agent I had met. Definitely the right person to be a mission coordinator, I had thought at that first encounter.

I took out my earbuds. “May I help you?”

“
Captain Johnson needs to talk to you in the command center. You are getting a new partner.”

“
I’ll get dressed and be right there.”

She nodded. “I wouldn’t keep him waiting.”

The workout might be in a virtual reality, but the sweat and stink were real enough, and so I hit the showers. Then I put on the clothes I came in, a pair of faded blue jeans and a gray T-shirt with the immortal words of Captain Picard written in small white letters on the front: “I refuse to let arithmetic decide questions like that.”

I made my way down halls glossy and clean to the point of being boring. Living in a compound run by the Intergalactic Secret Service is to live in a very sterile environment compared to the human world, everything maintained with the strictest level of adherence to regulations. The compound was not at all like the Academy dorms, where the cadets did most of the cleaning and only because they were forced to. Detailing the porcelain thrones with your own toothbrush is not a rewarding experience, but at least the place tended to look lived in. The command center always looked more like a lab to me, a place people came to do experiments and went someplace else to carry out their lives. Alas, I lived here.

As I walked, I wondered why Captain Johnson had chosen me for a new mission. I had shown that I was perfectly capable of getting my partner put on the permanent disability list and nothing more. I had graduated at the top of my class and thought I was ready for anything, and so, on my first assignment, I had been a bit cocky. Maybe the captain was trying to punish some poor schmuck by sticking him with me.