Aftermath: Daemon's Chosen
By: LadyBard
Chapter 13 - A Double-Edged Sword
The present
Enzo turned over and
pulled the warm quilt farther over his head and buried himself deeper into the
dark cocoon. He supposed he should get up soon. He had a lot to do didn’t he?
Vaguely, he wondered what second it was and what was the last thing he had
done?
And in an instant he
remembered and he bolted up and awake.
He was not in his room in
Bob and Dot’s house in New Lost Angles. He was in a strange yet ordinate
bedroom in Raven’s mountain fortress. He was a prisoner.
Enzo bolted from the bed.
He was in his underwear but spied his icon on a small dresser next to the bed.
My User, had Raven had
access to his PID codes?
He snatched it up and
dressed, placing it protectively on his chest. It was his first morning as a
captive. Yet he was amazed at how well he was being treated.
After his aborted escape
attempt Raven had walked him into the fortress and Enzo had been surprised by
the obviously expensive decorations and furniture. He wondered briefly how
someone so young could afford all of this, then realized he knew exactly how.
Everything was done up in dark tones and somber hues. It was all perfectly
staid and proper.
A service drone rolled up
to meet them and Raven gave it a series of commands. Another drone, a floating
ball similar to the ones used at the Guardian Academy frontier hovered before
him and Raven gave it orders as well, which consisted mainly of watching Enzo.
Raven then took him down a maze of halls and corridors until Enzo was so
completely turned around he began to despair of finding his way out of this
place.
When they finally came to
a door, Raven unlocked it with a key card. The room inside was as lavishly
decorated as the rest of the fortress.
“This is your new
temporary home,” Raven said.
Enzo unconsciously took a
few steps into the room. He looked around then turned back to Raven in
confusion. For the first time since Raven had taken him, Enzo saw the ghost of
smile on his face, “You were expecting to be chained to a wall in some dank
dismal cellar?”
“I’m glad you find this
situation amusing.”
Whatever was left of the
smile faded, “Feel free to use this room during your stay. Once I complete my
research, I’ll release you at the nearest civilized system where I can be sure
I won’t be captured or traced. I may need to ask you some questions since
you’re here. Other then that, feel free to explore if you wish.”
“You’re not locking me
in?”
“No reason to,” Raven
said. You can’t leave the grounds and my security drones will keep you out of
any area you shouldn’t be in, not to mention the service drones will provide
you with food and drink.”
Enzo’s eyes narrowed. “Do
your drones have personality chips?”
“No,” Raven said, “But
I’d advise against you tampering with them, especially the guard drones. They
have a security self-destruct device installed. You might as well make yourself
at home. There’s no way for you to leave the house without my knowing and even
if you did managed to leave the grounds, we’re in an enclosed valley,
surrounded on all sides by the mountains.”
“Also,” Raven continued,
“The nearest settlement is one hundred kilometers past the north mountain range
and if you did manage to get over the mountains without deleting from exposure
or from some animal attack the settlement is a rough mining town that wouldn’t
take too kindly to you.”
Again Enzo’s mind worked.
If only a game cube would drop – well it was a last resort but all the members
of the senior staff and their families had game-sprite mode on their icons. If
he got inside a cube he could possibly leave with it. He’d be lost in the net
but he’d be alive.
“And,” Raven went on
again as though reading his thoughts, “Game cubes seldom drop here and when
they do, I get out of their way. If you’re thinking of doing that little game
hopping routine, I wouldn’t give you the chance first off and second, do you
really want to risk being lost in the net when I’ve told you I’d release you?”
How in the motherboard
did he know what he was thinking? Not to mention about game hopping? Well, it
wasn’t exactly a guarded family secret. “I guess you’ve thought of everything,”
Enzo said darkly.
“Yes,” Raven said, “Now
I’m going to do my research and contact my client. I’ll return for you in a few
milliseconds.”
And with that Raven had
left him.
Now Enzo walked outside
and was immediately approached by the security drone.
“Take me to Raven,” Enzo
said and the drone obeyed.
* * *
Raven rubbed his tired
eyes. It had been a long and frustrating night. In his study the mercenary sat
at his computer console, the vid-window open before him, the date once again
scrolling down the screen but it all said the same thing.
Dot Matrix’s business was
in order.
Impossible. She had to
have some secrets, some illegal business practices. They all did. Little
skeletons in their closets that they didn’t want anyone else to know about. Yet
he couldn’t find a thing on her. He was hacking into various other databases of
the businesses Matrix Enterprises dealt with when Ran DeCrypt finally returned
his message.
“Report,” Mr. DeCrypt
said immediately.
“I’m sure you know I have
the boy – Enzo Matrix.”
“Yes,” Ran Decrypt said,
“From what I’ve heard you were almost captured.”
“An unforeseen
circumstance occurred.”
“You’re not losing your
edge are you Raven?”
Raven’s glittering gold
eyes narrowed, “I am currently looking into all the information I acquired from
the Mainframe database.”
“And where is the boy?”
“Safely tucked away for
the night,” Raven said.
“You’ve stirred up quite
a data storm, taking him,” DeCrypt said, “Not only do you have the entire
Guardian Collective after you but a nice little assortment of mercenaries,
pirates, and lawmen.”
“I am aware of the
consequences of my actions,” Raven said, “I will deal with it.”
“You had better,” Ran
warned, “The Prime Guardian and that renegade were here to see me. If this is
linked to me in any way --,”
“What?” Raven challenged,
“Just what do you think you’re going to do to me, Mr. DeCrypt? Don’t threaten
me. The tables can be turned on you. Goodnight.” And Raven had closed the
connection before Ran DeCrypt could respond.
Raven sighed, one second
he was going to push Ran DeCrypt too far. Very well, he’d open that file when
he accessed it. It had all been for nothing. Raven had spent all night going
through the files, hacking into the databases and calling every seedy character
he knew and all his research seemed to say the same thing. There was nothing he
could get on Dot Matrix. Nothing Ran DeCrypt could use to ruin her or obtain
her business. Mr. Decrypt would not be pleased.
It was time to question
the boy.
* * *
The drone halted before
an open door to what seemed to be a study. Enzo paused outside.
“Come in, Mr. Matrix,”
Raven called from within.
Enzo stepped over the
threshold and his eyes immediately fell on the computer console and vid-screen.
Raven stood before it, his back to Enzo but he turned to look at him.
“Don’t even think about
it.”
The security drone
hovered nearby; its laser cannon at the ready. Enzo walked forward.
“Sit down, please,” Raven
indicated the plush leather chair before the console and Enzo sat.
“I’m going to ask you
some questions about your sister’s business practices,” Raven said, “And you’re
going to answer them all, understood?”
“Over my deleted bitmap,”
Enzo hissed.
The movement was so quick
and unexpected; Enzo had no time to react. Raven’s right hand shot out and he
grasped Enzo’s throat with his thumb and index finger and steadily applied
pressure. Enzo gave a strangled gasp of pain and shock as he reached up and
tried to pry Raven’s hand away. The mercenary slammed him against the chair
back, which didn’t hurt as much as it could have but his throat was aching as
Raven released him. Enzo broke into a fit of coughing.
“Now, I will say this
once again,” Raven hissed, “You’re going to answer my questions is that clear?”
Enzo glared up at his
captor. One hand massaged his sore neck. His hate for this man rose like bile
in his throat.
“Yes.”
“Very well, Mr. Matrix,”
Raven said. “Shall we begin?”
* * *
Seven hours into the
past.
The storms abated long
enough for a portal to be opened back to the Super Computer. Bob was half glad,
half discouraged. AndrAIa, Mouse, and Ray had come back with him. Matrix had
stayed to continue his surveillance of Syn. His three sprite friends were going
to finish installing the rest of the relays while Bob went to speak with Zif.
“Well this is it,” Zif
said, once Bob had arrived at the Operations Center. “Better declare that
system wide emergency now.”
Bob contacted Rule, “Get
me Colonel Tempus,” Then the Prime Guardian frowned at the boiling mass of
black clouds hovering over the outskirts of the city. He realized they wouldn’t
be able to get back to Mainframe for as long as the storm raged or would they
be able to continue with their investigation. Things were never easy.
Bob spent the rest of the
day meeting with sector commanders and giving them instructions on what needed
to be done to prepare for the coming hurricane. When he returned to his office
to check his messages, Rule told him Colonel Tempus hadn’t yet reported in.
“Did he leave any
indication where he would be?” Bob asked.
“No sir,” her answer had
Bob frowning. Lately, Colonel Tempus seemed to disappear with no explanation.
Thinking of the colonel made Bob suddenly remember the time he had first sent
Matrix out with Tempus and they had both come back, furious after an argument.
Bob had meant to ask what they had argued about but it had slipped his mind.
Curious, he called Mainframe and asked Dot if he could speak with Matrix.
The connection was bad
but after awhile he spoke with his renegade friend who explained what had
happened. After the call was disconnected, Bob was more concerned then ever.
What Matrix had told him didn’t cast Colonel Tempus in a pleasant light. When
Bob had went to question the prisoners, they had all been knocked around a bit,
but for Colonel Tempus to drag a man who weighed fifty pounds less than he did
behind a building for some rough interrogation was highly unlike him.
Worse yet, Matrix had
been certain Tempus and the man knew each other, although Tempus had denied it
when Matrix asked. The rioter had been pleading with Tempus for forgiveness,
but had stopped abruptly when Matrix approached and would say no more. The
question was, why would a rioter be concerned with upsetting Tempus?
When Matrix had asked
what was going on, Tempus had avoided the subject at first but Matrix was
certain of what he saw. Tempus had told him that sometimes a solider had to
play on his prisoner’s weaknesses and fears. Before Matrix could question the
rioter, Tempus had dragged him away. Matrix had argued with him, and Tempus had
given him a speech about obeying orders and learning discipline.
Bob drummed his fingers
on the desk top. Something wasn’t right. He rose and left the office, “Rule,
I’ll be down in the detention center questioning the prisoners.”
“Yes, Prime Guardian.”
As he started for the
lower levels, he heard the distance rumble of thunder. It would start soon. He
took the lift down and was about to enter the fist cellblock when someone
called to him.
“Prime Guardian?”
Bob turned and waited for
Colonel Tempus.
“I’ve been trying to
reach you,” Bob said mildly.
“My apologies,” Colonel
Tempus said, “There have been incidents of looting in the city that I had to
see to.”
“Zif tells me the storm
will hit in full force today,” Bob said.
“Yes I know,” Tempus
said. “Sir we have a problem outside.”
Bob looked back at the
cellblock, “What is it?”
“We have a group of
protestors outside, led by Lynx. I’m hoping it doesn’t turn into another
altercation,” Tempus said.
Bob rubbed his temples,
“All right, let’s go.”
They started back
upstairs. How convenient Bob thought. Tempus would have to have stopped at his
office and Rule probably told him where he was. Coincidence? Bob wasn’t sure,
but the thought made him more wary than ever.
Outside on the steps of
the Council Hall a group of people had gathered, about thirty or so. Captain
Lynx was standing by the door.
The people were picketing
in front of the Hall, carrying signs and placards declaring cover-ups and
conspiracies within the Guardian Collective. Bob figured they wouldn’t be there
for long by the look of the sky and the thickness in the air.
“Captain Lynx!” Bob
approached the man. “Just what do you think you think you’re doing?”
Lynx looked at him, “This
wasn’t my idea.”
“It wasn’t.”
“These people came to me
because they were afraid of the serial killer and nothing is being done about
it.”
The wind picked up, “In
case you haven’t noticed, a hurricane is about to hit.”
“Yes, I’ve been trying to
tell them to take cover but they refuse to leave.”
“Tempus lets get some
soldiers out here, but keep them at a distance,” Bob said “We don’t want them
to think we’re trying to force them away.”
“Already being done,
sir.” Tempus turned and walked back into the Hall.
“So if this wasn’t your
idea, why are you here?” Bob turned back to Lynx.
“Since we haven’t had the
opportunity to meet, I wanted to tell you we’ve received word another uprising
is being planned.”
“You’re being awfully
generous.”
“Well--” Lynx said,
“Desdemona is still in the hospital.”
“I know.”
“She has a private room,
a nurse watching her, satellite vidwindow and all her medical expenses are
being paid by the Collective.”
“They are.”
“Thank you,” Lynx said.
“I figured telling you about the uprising was the least I could do.”
The thunder was closer
now, “Try and convince them to leave, Lynx. It dangerous for them to be --,”
Bob’s words were abruptly
cut of as the sky was split for a nano by the white-hot light and then an
explosion ripped through the air as the lightening bolt hit a tower on a nearby
apartment building.
The protestors scattered
in a panicked frenzy down the street.
“No!” Bob cried, “Get
inside, get inside now!”
Tempus’s soldiers were
already running down the street. The building was already being engulfed in
flames. As Bob started to run, Lynx made to follow.
“Stay at the Hall, Lynx!”
Bob didn’t stop running.
“I want to help!” Lynx
cried as he followed.
Bob didn’t have time to
argue. People were already fleeing the building. Bob was on his communicator
summoning assistance. The wind gusted, accompanied by the moist smell of rain
and Bob prayed that it would come soon.
The first three top
floors of the building were already aflame. Thick black smoke poured from open
windows. The gusting winds only fanned the flames.
CPU’s, medical units and
fire transports were arriving and Bob took control of the situation. The
transports hovered as close as they dared above the burning floors, knocking
out windows and helping trapped people to safety. Bob ordered Tempus to keep
the onlookers away. The firemen entered the building.
The sound of a woman
screaming drew Bob’s attention. He looked to see a young sprite being detained by
one of the soldiers. Bob ran over, “What’s going on?”
“Prime Guardian!” the
soldier said, “I can’t understand a word this woman is saying.”
The woman suddenly leapt
towards him and grabbed him by the shoulders. She was screaming a language that
was familiar to Bob and he heard the urgency in her voice. She was hysterical
about something.
“I’ll take her away,
sir,” the soldier said.
“No!” Bob said. He had
taken the language during his Academy training but that had been so long ago
and he’d been lousy at it.
The woman was pounding on
his shoulder and pointing to the building. She screamed the same phrase over
and over. Bob’s processor finally made sense of what she was saying.
“User!” Bob decompressed
his zip board and tried to remember the language to reassure the woman, “Don’t
worry. I’ll find your daughter.”
Bob signaled the fire
transports, which relayed his message to the firemen in the building to look
for a little girl. He then hopped on his zip board and ascended. He looked up,
willing the clouds to release the rain, but the wind continued to feed the fire
and the black smoke seared his lungs.
Bob called on his power
and shattered one of the lower windows and flew inside. The heat hit him
immediately and his lungs craved fresh air. Bob donned his web armor and
breathed gratefully though his mask, the infrared guiding him. It was silent as
he walked the corridor, his own breathing the only sound her heard within the
mask.
**Claire?** The sound of
his modem speak surprised him. He called again, **Claire?**
Bob found the stairwell
and ascended, once on the floor above, he called again. He checked each door,
most of them opened and those he found locked he blasted open.
**Claire, where are
you?** More than likely she didn’t know modem-speak but Bob at least hoped
she’d hear him.
At the last door (wasn’t
it always the last door?) Bob entered the smoke filled apartment and found the
poor little girl unconscious on the floor of a closet.
“Don’t worry Claire, I’ll
get you out of here,” Bob hoped somehow she heard him. He removed one end of
the breathing tube from his mask and held it over Claire’s mouth, “We’re going
to have to share this, okay?”
As he crossed the room
Bob heard an ominous creaking. The ceiling gave way and Bob barely had time to
dodge the flaming debris.
Where’s a tear when
you need one? Or a game cube? Bob made his way around the pile of rubble and out into
the hall. At the other end was a thankfully broken window. As Bob rushed down
the hall there came that ominous creaking again and another section of the
ceiling fell away. Bob dropped, shielding Claire with his body as the burning
rubble rained down on him.
For a moment he could
move, then he himself to stand. The back of his head and neck burned but he
fought his way to the stairwell and descended to the floor below. Again he
dashed for the window. Burning things were working their way into his armor,
burning the back of his neck. Bob blasted away the section of the wall around
the window and was on his zip board and descending as fast as he could.
Cheers rose as Bob
rounded the building and settled down with Claire. Her mother ran them and
began to scream hysterically when she saw her daughter wasn’t moving.
“Medic!” Bob screamed and
rushed her over to the nearest transport. He gently handed the girl over to the
medic then turned to the mother and began to sooth her fears the best he could.
After a time the medic beckoned the mother inside. Claire was breathing but
they wanted to get her to the hospital. Bob advised the medical team to give
the girl the utmost care and the mother the greatest consideration. Then the
transport was off.
Bob gingerly felt the
back of his neck where he had been burned. At that nano, the rain began.
“Perfect,” Bob muttered.
He was surprised when
several people began to cheer and applaud. Bob felt himself flush. Some of the
people who now cheered him had been same ones who had been protesting. Then one
of the cheering people let out a scream.
Bob turned and was
shocked to see a male sprite bearing down on him with a knife in his hand.
Before Bob could react the man was before him raising the weapon and shouting,
“For the Glory of Daemon!”
Instinctively, Bob raised
his arm to shield his face and the knife slid harmlessly across his web armor.
People in the crowd began
to scream as Bob stumbled back in surprise. The attacker made to lunge again,
and Bob hit him with a blast of his power, not enough to really injure him but
to stun him. The man hit the ground hard and lay still for a nano, then began
to struggle to his feet, and look of pure randomness in his eyes.
“Prime Guardian!” Tempus
was there suddenly and without hesitation, drew his weapon and fired.
“No!” Bob said but his
attacker was already fragmenting. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“What?” Tempus was
looking at him strangely, “Prime Guardian, he could have deleted you!”
“We could have both
disarmed him, Tempus,” Bob said. “Not to mention the fact that he was obviously
a member of Daemon’s Chosen. He could have led us to them.”
“I doubt that,” Tempus
said, “Damn it, Prime Guardian, must you take such chances?”
“A Guardian is supposed
to take chances Colonel Tempus,” Bob said.
Tempus let out an
exasperated sigh, “Report to the medical transport immediately.” He started away,
then turned back to him and inclined his head, “My apologies, Prime Guardian.
By your leave.” Then he walked away.
Bob frowned, not quite
certain he liked what had just occurred.
“Prime Guardian?” Captain
Lynx approached, “Why don’t you come with me to the medical transport? We can
get those wounds attended to.”
The rain was a torrent by
the time Bob and Lynx found shelter inside one of the transports. The medic
there prepared to treat Bob’s wounds. Fortunately, all injuries had been minor,
including Bob’s.
“It probably feels like
the web,” Lynx commented. He sat himself on the floor of the transport. The
captain reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a flask, handing
it to Bob, “You look like you need this.”
Bob didn’t argue, “Thanks,”
and he took a healthy drink.
“You risked your life to
save that little girl.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve
realized I’m not such a monster after all?”
“No, just acknowledging
your deed,” Lynx said. “You and the Collective still have much to answer for
and when this is all over things will resume as they have been.”
“You do whatever you feel
you have to do,” Bob said and turned suddenly as Tempus climbed into the
transport.
“The fire is
extinguished, Prime Guardian. We need your authorization to transport the
people to alternate housing and medical facilities.”
“You have it.”
Tempus moved further into
the transport and watched the medic work for a moment before speaking to him,
“How is he?”
“Just some minor burns,”
the medic said, “Some salve and bandaging should do the trick.”
“I’ll take care of this,”
Tempus told him, “There are some children outside that need some medical
assistance.”
“But sir--”
“I said I would take care
of it, now go!”
The medic left the
transport hurriedly. Both Bob and Lynx gave Tempus a strange look.
“Sorry, I’m used to
having my orders obeyed.” Tempus lifted Bob’s hair, “Well you got singed back
here. The medic was right, it’s not as bad as all that.”
Bob noticed that Lynx was
staring at Tempus in a strange way. It was something akin to shock and
suspicion. Bob wasn’t certain he wanted to know what it meant.