Aaron Conners - Tex Murphy 02 (28 page)

“There is everything you could want here! In addition to the ecological wonders, there are aquariums, aviaries, and zoos. We have vast libraries and a superior educational system. Every conceivable form of entertainment is available, from nightclubs to concerts to sports. Any pursuit for the betterment of oneslef has been included.

“And the people! Only the creme de la creme. Artisans of every kind are represented and will teach their crafts to the next generations. Doctors here provide an unrivaled level of care and have been equipped with only the finest machines and instruments. Of course, the arts are well represented. Musicians, artists, dancers, vocalists are all free to explore their creativity and will train our children.

“Above all, the inhabitants of the Ark of Humanity are as genetically perfect as possible

- beautiful, intelligent, accomplished. Ten thousand men, women, and children, all bound together by belief and purpose! A desire to create a world free of imperfections.

A society of harmony and peace, without fear, wothout crime.”

Percival paused to take a breath, then walked to my side and place a delicate, manicured hand on my shoulder. “You can share in our happiness, Mr. Murphy. The price is loyalty. If you agree to join us, I’ll release your restraints, and you can begin living your new life.” Percival backed away and left me to decide.

It certainly was a tempting offer. Maybe the best offer I’d ever gotten. Percival’s world was beautiful and clean. From an aesthetic standpoint, my own world paled in

comparison. Besides, it seemed that nothing was going to interrupt the cult’s plans. Like Percival had said, there would be nowhere else to go. There were certainly worse ways to spend the next forty years.

But there was something wrong with it. Despite the cosmetics and technology, the Moon Child and everything on it were artificial. Re-creations of reality. Sure, we all wanted the Earth to be the way it was before the war, but we’d made our bed and now we had to sleep in it. Percival’s final solution wouldn’t change that.

I thought of the unsuspecting billions going about their business on the planet below us -

people who had every right to live, regardless of their color or religion or genetic makeup. I imagined the crowd at the Brew & Stew, forgetting for awhile how hard their lives were and having a round of drinks with good friends. The image of Chelsee came to mind, sitting in a corner booth, feet up on the seat, sipping tea and reading a book.

She was a Mutant, and if Percival had his way, he’d slaughtered her and everyone like her. That was unacceptable. Chelsee and I had unfinished business. I knew I could never have anything to do with the cult.

“I’ve decided.”

Percival turned expectantly to face me. “You’ll join us?”

“I don’t think so. You see, the way I’ve got it figured, you’re a sick, deranged bastard with too much money and a Napoleon complex. Your plan is the most barabric, ruthless scheme I’ve ever heard of, and everything about it shows you to be a coward of monumental proportions. If I weren’t strapped into this seat, I’d do everything in my power to grab you and choke the last breath out of your rotten miserable body.”

Percival stared at me in stunned disbelief. I wasn’t sure if it’d been my response or just the fact that he wasn’t accustomed to people telling him what they really thought. Either way, his face was getting a little ruddy around the edges. For a moment, I thought he was going to erupt. I watched as he regained control. Hands behind his back, he walked up to me and bent down, so that his face was inches from mine. “I admire your courage, but your decision saddens me. Goodbye, Mr. Murphy. We won’t be seeing each other again.”

Percival straightened up and turned to the bald man, who’d been standing silently in the corner throughout our conversation. “Kill him. When you’re finished, meet me in the observatory.”

The bald man nodded, a hint of a smile on his thin lips. Percival turned to the woman and extended his hand. Come along, Eva. This may be unpleasant.”

The woman didn’t move. “If you don’t mind, Lowell, I’d like to stay. After the things he said to you, I think I’ll enjoy watching him die.”

Percival stared at the woman for several seconds. “Anything to make you happy.”

He reached out and ran his hand over her cheek, then turned and left the room. When the door closed behind him, Mr. Clean grinned openly. “You stupid son of a bitch. What were you thinking? All you had to do was pretend to cooperate. When we let you loose, you could’ve jumped him and at least gotten a couple of punches in before we grabbed you. Now what’ve you got? You’re going to die anyway, and Percival gets off without a bruise.”

I recognized the voice. There was a slight accent to it. “Jacques Fou, alias the Chameleon. I was wondering when I’d finally meet up with you.”

Fou’s grin got a little wider as he started to walk slowly toward me. “Oh, we’ve already met. We just weren’t properly introduced. Maybe I can refresh your memory. I’m sure you have many talents, Mr. Murphy. The one I would hire you for is your knack for locating people and things.”

The countess’s voice was coming out of Fou’s mouth. It was hard to belive that he was the same person I’d met at the beginning of the case. When he finished speaking, he broke into a laugh. “Weird, huh? It always seems to have that effect on people.” He pulled a device from his belt. It appeared to be a gun of some sort, but a type I’d never seen before. Fou noticed me looking at it and held it up.

“Ever see one of these before? Probably not. It’s called a tasc gun - TSC - thermal sonic cavitator. It’s an amazing weapon. The technology’s been around for at least seventy years. Doctors use something like it to dissolve kidney stones without having to perform surgery. It emits an adjustable-frequency sonic wave. At close range, it has an unusual effect on the body. It essentially breaks down your tissue. A high-intensity setting will turn you into a gelatinous pile of bones and fluid. From what I’ve heard, it’s pretty painful.”

“Is that what you used to murder the Colonel?”

Fou adjusted something on the weapon, then looked back at me, stll smiling. “No.

Nothing so technically advanced. I slit his throat with a razor blade. Almost as messy as this tasc gun, but sometimes you just want to get hands-on. If I had a blade with me, I’d probably use it. As it is, I’ll just have to make do.”

Fou took one step closer and raised the tasc gun to my head. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and tensed up. A shot went off, and my body jerked violently. A second later, I realized I was still conscious and I opened my eyes. Fou lay on the floor at my feet. I looked up. The woman, Eva, stood like a statue ten feet away, both hands gripping a pistol.

UAKM - chapter twenty-five

Eva stepped over the Chameleon’s dead body and pressed several times on the side of my chair. The retraints clicked open, freeing my hands, feet, and neck. I wasn’t sure what to do, but she had the gun, so I waited for further instructions. For all I knew, she wanted to kill me too, but was going to show some sportsmanship.

She straightened up and stepped back. The Chameleon’s tasc gun lay on the floor where he’d dropped it. Eva picked it up and handed it to me. Firearms had always made me uncomfortable, and I’d rarely carried one, but in this case, I figured I could make an exception. Eva motioned for me to stand over the dead body, and then she walked to the door. To my surprise, she let loose with a scream for help.

The door flashed open, and a burly security guard burst in, his eyes instantly fixing on me. Standing over the Chameleon’s corpse with a tasc gun in my hand, I suddenly realized the implications of my situation. The security guard pulled a pistol from his holster, and I raised the tasc gun. Eva, who was now directly behind the guard, stepped up and dropped him with a blow to the neck. Almost before he hit the floor, she pounced on top of him, grabbed his head, and wrenched it to the side, breaking his neck.

She jumped up, glanced quickly at her watch, and then gestured with her weapon toward the dead guard. “We have to hurry. Take your clothes off and put those on.”

I wasn’t about to argue - a painful kink had mysteriously developed in the back of my neck. It occerred to me why Eva hadn’t shot the guard - she didn’t want to mess up the uniform. I walked around the Chameleon’s body and began removing the security guard’s clothes. Eva tapped me on the shoulder with her pistol. “Take off your watch.”

Under more promising circumstances, I would’ve almost certainly insisted on taking her request the wrong way. As it was, I just kept my mouth shut, undid the watchband, and handed it over. Eva took the watch hungrily. While she examined it, I finished with the security guard and began to undress. Instinctively, I thought of how long it had been since I’d worked out. Damn this boubon belly of mine. Luckily, yet somewhat

disappointingly, Eva wasn’t paying any attention.

As I dressed, I glanced around the room. Mounted high on the wall was a surveillance camera. I hadn’t noticed it before. A flashing red light showed that it was activated. It made me nervous. Eva must have seen me looking at it. “That thing’s patched straight into Percival’s private security station. No one sees it but him, he hasn’t had time to get there yet. We have at least a few minutes.”

With no choice but to be relieved, I finished dressing. The guard was a couple of inches shorter than me, though about the same build. The shirt, red and black with a strange rune-like symbol over the left breast, was a short-sleeve pullover, so it wasn’t a problem.

Neither were the stretchy black pants. The boots, however, were about half a size too small. I could get them on, but I wasn’t going to run any marathons in them.

I looked sadly at the pile of clothes I’d taken off. I’d worn my best and only overcoat.

The other items were expendable, except the fedora. It was like breaking up with my first love. After a moment of silence, I turned my attention back to Eva, who seemed to be intent on destroying the watch. A moment later, she twisted the rim around the face, and it popped open. A grim smile played across her lips. “Thank God.”

I moved next to her and took a peek into the watch compartment. Inside was a small piece of black plastic, about the size of a Chiclet. It resembled an old-fashioned RAM

insert. Eva glanced at me. “You know what this is?”

“I think I do.”

Eva closed the watch face and nodded. “Good.” She dropped the watch into one of her boots. “We’re running out of time, but at least now there’s a chance. I hadn’t planned on meeting my contact under these circumstances. We’re going to have to wing it from here on out.”

Eva leaned over the Chameleon’s body and searched through his pockets. She pulled out a plastic card, then grabbed his legs and looked up at me. “Get his arms.”

I did as she told me, and we carried the corpse across the room, away from the door.

Reaching the far wall, Eva pressed one section of it, causing a small panel to spring open. Inside were several switches. She flipped one, and a bin-like contraption, with an opening about four feet square, separated from the surface of the wall. Following Eva’s lead, I carried my half of the dead body to the bin. We dumped the corpse into the opening, and then did the same with the dead security guard. Eva flipped another switch, closing the bin. Seconds later, I heard a faint hydraulic rush. Eva shut the panel and turned toward me. “Just two more pieces of galactic debris. With any luck, no one will notice they’re missing until we’re done.”

I felt a strong urge to ask what exactly it was we were going to do, but decided against it. We seemed to be hitting it off fairly well, and it didn’t seem like a good time to rock the boat.

Eva walked to the door, and I followed her out. Now that she’d killed the security guard, the corridor outside was blessedly empty. Apparently, Percival hadn’t thought it necessary to post more than one guard. It wasn’t the first time he’d underestimated me.

Eva glanced in both directions, then went left. We walked briskly until we reached an elevator, seeing no one along the way. A minute later, the doors opened, and we stepped into the vacant lift.

The menu of buttons in this elevator was different from the ones in the elevators I’d been in previously; this time, we could access levels twenty-four through thirty-six. Eva pressed the button for level twenty-eight, and we began to descend. We both stared up at the level display, not saying a word. I had no idea what was on level twenty-eight, but I was suddenly eager to get there. When the elevator started to slow down, and then stopped at level thirty-one, an urge to bolt out the doors and run wildly came over me.

Since there was nowhere to go, however, I clenched my teeth and glanced at Eva. She appeared unruffled. Looking straight ahead, she whispered fiercely. “Put your hands behind your back.”

I had the uniform, but still no bracelet. If anyone noticed, I’d be a marked man. The door slid open just as I put my hands behind me and leaned against the wall. A computer voice piped up: “Level thirty-one. Section A. St. Andrews. Augusta National. Sawgrass.

Pebble Beach. Fenway Park. Camden Yards. Wrigley Field. Candlestick Park. For information on tee times or holo-sim sporting events, go to the checkin area.” Two young men stepped inside, and we exchanged the customary greetings. Not wanting to invite conversation, I focused on the level display. I probably didn’t have anything to worry about. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the men ogling Eva.

Fortunately, their ogling was cut short. The elevator stopped at level twenty-nine, and the men exited to the accompaniment of the computer voice: “Level twenty-nine.

Section A. Zoological Gardens and Yellowstone National Park. For information on camping and hiking, go to the checkin area.”

Seconds later, we reached level twenty-eight, section A. The computer informed me that this was the “Aquatic Level,” featuring representative microcosms of the Pacific, Atlantic, Caribbean, and Mediterranean, as well as various bodies of fresh water. Eva and I stepped out of the elevator into a neat, sterile foyer. Directly across from us was a doorway leading to a checkin area. On the right were men’s and women’s restrooms. To the left was a door marked Authorized Personnel Only.