Alien Storm (3 page)

Eco was about to call him a coward when he noticed that at least thirty other people had abandoned their positions and were walking into the open area. They followed the man's lead and threw their weapons down, kneeling before the three machines hovering above them. Shaking his head to clear the ringing, Eco bent down and picked up the shotgun. It was heavier than expected and felt alien in his hands.

“Kid, don't be a fool!” a woman on her knees beside him hissed. “Look!”

Eco held the gun limply and followed her gaze. Through the hole torn in the bus by the second missile he saw a line of black shapes approaching across the heat haze of the desert. Humvees – Eco had seen them in a film about Iraq. A few seconds later the first tank-like vehicle blazed into the camp, smashing aside the remnants of the bus and drawing up fast before the kneeling occupants of the camp. Doors on both sides of the machine swung open and six armoured soldiers ran out as the other Humvees pulled up.

Eco's legs went weak and the gun slipped from his fingers. The woman tugged at his T-shirt.

“Get down!” she said. “You're gonna get shot!”

Eco didn't move. He was fixated on the soldiers forming a line around the kneeling camp-dwellers. One of them raised a loudhailer to his mouth.

“Everyone else, come out with your hands up!” he ordered. “You won't be hurt if you give up now.”

Immediately, twenty or so others emerged from the vehicles around the camp and assumed the position in front of the soldiers. The soldier with the loudhailer looked at the captain next to him and grinned.

“Mission accomplished, sir?” he said.

His superior looked around the camp. “Where's Bright?”

The door to the major's caravan swung open once more. The soldiers tensed as Bright stepped out and crossed into the middle of the camp. Twenty dart-rifles swung round to point at him.

“Knees, now!” the captain ordered. “We're taking you in, Bright!”

Major Bright looked at him. “Or what?”

All around, people dropped from their knees to their stomachs, faces in the sand. Someone started sobbing with fear. Major Bright looked around the cowering mass with contempt. Only Eco and the soldiers remained standing.

“Fire!” the captain screamed.

Twenty rifles went off at once, the tranquillizer darts slamming into the major's arms, chest and legs. He staggered back, almost losing his footing, but managed to keep his balance. The soldiers stopped firing. They looked at the still-standing target with amazement, lowering their weapons.

Major Bright winced and roughly brushed the darts away that were embedded all over his body, as if he were removing dust from his uniform. He looked back at the soldiers with an annoyed expression and said one word:

“Ouch.”

The soldier with the loudhailer looked at his captain. “He's taken enough juice to sedate a zoo, sir.”

The captain took a step back. “Yeah. Perhaps we need to—”

A howling sound filled the air, drowning out the last of the captain's words. On impulse, Eco ran to the major's side as he raised his hands. The ground beneath them vibrated. Bright looked round at him, his eyes blazing red now.

“My turn,” he said.

All around, a tornado was beginning to form, creating a wall of sand that ripped around the soldiers and the inhabitants of the camps. The wind grew in intensity, but Eco and Major Bright were safe in the eye of the storm. Bright raised his hands higher and the tornado raged faster. Eco watched soldiers being lifted off the ground and into the expanding twister.

Commander Craig watched the rotating pillar of sand engulf the camp, expanding as it turned. Within seconds the edge of the sandstorm was only a few hundred metres from where their copter was hovering. Ahead of them, the wall of the twister grew closer by the second.

In the link-up window, Rachel Andersen's eyes widened as she saw the camp swallowed up. “Commander, get out of there!”

Commander Craig yelled into the comm, “All units! Full retreat!”

His voice trailed off as a black object was spat out of the tornado and arced through the air towards them. As it flew closer it was possible to make out what it was – one of the Humvees.

Commander Craig's mouth fell open. “That's our—”

The two-tonne vehicle slammed into the side of the hovercopter, sending it into an uncontrollable spin. The windscreen shattered from the impact, showering the occupants with glass. The copter hit the sand a second later.

The storm had passed – and so had the camp…and the copters…and the soldiers…

Eco stood in the centre of a giant crater where the camp had once been. As the dust in the air settled he made out the shape of half-buried vehicles. It was as if someone had taken the entire desert and shaken it. Beside him Major Bright stood stock still, eyes closed, arms still held up, in some kind of trance.

A few metres away, one of the survivors of the camp emerged from the sand, took one look at Major Bright and ran off into the desert.

“Hey!” Eco yelled after him. “Where are you going? There's nothing out there!”

Major Bright opened his eyes and shook his head. “Leave them, Eco. Fools.”

Eco looked round at the strange tone in the major's voice – almost dreamy, as if he were half asleep.

“Uh, Major,” he said, “are you okay?”

“We must travel east,” Major Bright went on, as if speaking to himself. “That is where the children are. Melbourne.”

“Children?” Eco repeated, still not getting it.

“The children with the powers,” Bright continued. “Sarah Williams and her brother. Nestor and Octavio. Louise and Wei. I need more serum. I need their blood.”

Eco looked round at the sound of vehicles and saw the silhouettes of more Humvees approaching. The twister hadn't wiped out all of the HIDRA forces.

“I think we have a problem, sir,” Eco said. “We should run.”

An uncustomary laugh escaped Major Bright's lips. He grabbed Eco's wrist in his massive hand and clasped it tightly. Eco gave a cry of pain – the major really didn't know his own strength.

“Why run?” Bright hissed. “When you can teleport?”

Eco let out a cry as white light began to expand around them. He fancied he felt his skin and clothes burning. Through the brightness he saw the HIDRA vehicles driving towards them at full speed. If they didn't dodge they were sure to be run over, but the major held him firm.

“Noooooooooooo!” Eco closed his eyes and screamed as he waited for the impact…

It didn't come.

To his surprise, Eco felt a cool breeze and several spots of rain against his cheek. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

The rolling red dunes of the desert were gone, replaced by lush green trees on either side of a deserted road. The air was thick with moisture and the sweet, cloying smell of eucalyptus trees. Blinking, Eco took in his new surroundings as the major released his wrist.

“Where are we?” he murmured, shivering at the sudden change of temperature. It was clear they were far from the desert now.

Without warning, Major Bright staggered forward, and Eco reached out to support him. Bright pushed him away, but it was clear he was struggling to stay on his feet.

“What's wrong?” Eco asked.

“The distance of the teleport has weakened me,” he said. “We need to find a vehicle. Now.”

As if on cue, a four-wheel drive appeared over the crest of the road, heading towards them. As they were standing right in the middle of the highway, Eco moved to the grass verge, but the major didn't budge. The Range Rover swerved to avoid him. Major Bright reached out with his left hand and caught its side. With a metallic tearing and a screech of tyre rubber, the vehicle spun around in the road and came to a halt. Seconds later, the door flew open and the stunned driver stumbled out.

“Run if you want to live!” Major Bright spat as the driver opened his mouth to say something. Without any further prompting, the driver turned tail and ran into the trees by the side of the road. Bright said to Eco, “You drive.”

“Where?” Eco asked, still taken aback by what had just happened.

Major Bright jerked a thumb at a sign by the side of the road:
Melbourne 150km
.

Without another word, Major Bright walked to the Range Rover and slumped behind the passenger seat, face lined with exhaustion. As Eco got behind the wheel of the unfamiliar vehicle and gunned the accelerator, a cruel smile passed across the major's lips.

“Sarah Williams,” he murmured, “I'm coming for you and your friends.”

4

The ringing bell on the pawnbroker's shop door brought the owner hurrying from his portable TV in the back room. The old man was hunchbacked from years of bad posture at the desk-work that was his speciality. Thick glasses supplemented his ruined eyesight. He walked up to the serving grille and peered through.

The man on the other side was a giant, easily two metres tall, with a shaved head and a leather jacket that bulged in the arms and chest. The big man looked around the racks of pawned items behind the counter – electronics, musical instruments, jewellery. All items of value that people had given up in return for money.

“You're a day early,” the pawnbroker said.

The giant stepped up to the counter. “You've had three weeks. Don't tell me the items aren't ready.”

The pawnbroker held up his hands. “Of course they're ready. Do you have my payment?”

The big man dropped something in the money exchange slot. The pawnbroker's eyes widened as he looked down and saw a diamond sitting there. Reaching out with his wizened hand, he picked it up between his thumb and forefinger and held it up to his spectacles.

“Amazing quality,” he said, before reaching to press the button that would turn off the security cameras. He then shot the locks and opened the section of counter before him. “Come.”

The giant bowed his head as he stepped through. The pawnbroker ushered him towards the back room. A news report was playing on the ageing TV set: something about teenage gangs with psychic powers roaming the city.

“Imagine,” the firm-jawed reporter said, “a group of teen thieves with the power to make people on the street simply hand over cash, jewellery, credit cards. Science fiction? It's happening in every Australian city, all thanks to the after-effects of the fall virus.”

“Delinquents,” the old man said as he turned off the TV. “I hardly dare set foot outside my door these days.” He indicated one of the tattered armchairs. His cat gave a screech and ran for the kitchen as the big man approached. “Don't mind Tabitha. She hates everyone.”

As the giant took a seat, the pawnbroker grabbed his eyeglass from the table and gave the diamond a closer examination.

“Only Daniel Williams could find product this good,” he said with a sigh.

The big man leaned forward and cracked his knuckles impatiently. “The passports?”

The pawnbroker produced a padded envelope from the side of his chair and passed it over. The giant checked the contents: six European Union passports. He picked one out and checked the information page. It showed Sarah Williams's picture, but the name underneath read
Michelle Bishop
.

“It's a perfect forgery,” the pawnbroker said. “New identities for all six children. Now, the rest of my payment?”

The giant replaced the passport in the envelope and looked at the pawnbroker. The fear in the old man's face was apparent. The giant reached inside his pocket and produced a bag containing two more diamonds. As the old man reached for it, the giant held onto the bag and leaned forward.

“When I walk out this shop,” the giant said slowly, “you won't remember me.”

“Of course.” The pawnbroker met the giant's gaze and found himself transfixed by the penetrating stare of the man. It was as if the room around him was melting far into the distance, until there was only the two of them. A soothing voice began to sound in his head:
forget, forget, forget
.

The pawnbroker blinked twice and rubbed a hand over his face, feeling as if he'd just awoken from an unexpected nap.

“Goodbye,” the giant said and rose from the chair.

Still dazed, the pawnbroker didn't respond as the big man disappeared through the front of the shop. With the chime of the doorbell, the old man looked round in surprise. He frowned as he tried to remember who had just been there and why.

A few doors down from the pawnbroker's shop, Robert Williams watched the main entrance open. It was not the giant who exited, however, but his sister. Emerging from his hiding place, he ran to catch up and they fell into step. Sarah indicated a side street and they took it, walking a few metres into the shadows before they stopped.

“How did it go?” Robert asked.

She grinned and held up the envelope containing the new passports. “Got them,” she said, rubbing her forehead with her hand.

“Headache?” Robert asked with concern.

Sarah nodded. “I had to work the old man's mind a bit. It's always a strain.”

The ability to change her appearance in the eyes of others was just one of the amazing gifts she had developed as a side-effect of her exposure to the fall virus. Another was a deeper mind-manipulation skill that had allowed her to wipe the pawnbroker's memory. She was getting better at it, but it always left her exhausted.

Robert took her hand. “What now?”

“Now we get the plane tickets,” Sarah replied. In her guise as the giant man, she'd already reserved six open-ended round-the-world tickets. The money for both the tickets and the forgeries had come from the diamonds left to them by their father, Daniel, who had been in the process of smuggling them into Australia when the meteorite struck. Sarah was more than a little relieved that the last of the diamonds had been disposed of. There was no doubt about it, they had been illegally obtained by Daniel and whoever it was he worked for – in the years their father had been absent from their lives, he had become involved in some very dodgy business. But now Sarah was determined that some good would come from them: a new life not just for her and Robert, but also for their friends. All that remained to be done was to submit their new passport details at the travel agent and pick up the tickets.