the huts, milling around until the marines started to herd them toward the waiting landers.
Satisfied that Kallewi had matters under control, Michael commed Anna, his eyes scanning the faces of the Feds as they poured past. No Anna. He tried his neuronics again. Still no response.
'Oh, no,' Michael whispered. After all they had been through, Anna was not there. His heart lurched. Maybe that godless sonofabitch Hartspring had taken her out of the camp early. Mayb-
'Michael?' Her comm burst into his neuronics. 'Michael, is that you?' she said, her face creased by shock.
'Yes,' he replied, a rush of relief flushing the fear and doubt from his system, all but torn apart by the urge to find her, to crush her into his arms and never let her go, even as his brain screamed at him to pay attention, to remember that he was dirtside on Commitment, surrounded by millions of Hammers. 'Where are you?' he said, his voiced half-choked by emotion.
'Leaving Hut 14,' Anna said.
'Move it,' Michael said, forcing himself to think straight, to ignore the overwhelming desire to grab Anna and flee into the night, to leave the rest of the universe to its own devices. 'We don't have much time.'
Struggling to accept that Anna was there, Michael stood and waited, the flood of Fed spacers streaming past him ignored, his eyes scanning the darkness. Then, standing in front of him, the rain pouring down her face, there stood Anna. 'Oh, Anna,' he said, tears of relief flooding his eyes as he folded her into his arms, 'Anna, Anna, Anna.'
'Michael,' she whispered. 'How, how…' She pushed him away. 'What have you done, Michael?'
'Later,' he said, taking her back in his arms. 'Later.'
They might have stayed that way forever, but Sergeant Tchiang had other ideas, huge arms sweeping the last of the prisoners ahead of him, a rolling tide of confusion and apprehension. 'Time to go, sir.'
'Yes, yes,' Michael said, the awful reality of their situation crashing home. 'Come on, Anna. We have to go.'
'But what-'
'Later,' Michael said, cutting her off. 'We can't stay.'
Taking her by the hand, Michael started to run, the pair joining the last of the Feds jogging back to the landers. Back at Widowmaker, Michael pushed Anna up the ramp. 'Go strap in,' he said. 'I'll be back when everyone is loaded.'
She looked at him, frowning, distrustful. 'What-'
'Later, Anna, please.'
'Okay.' Anna nodded; turning, she disappeared into Widowmaker. Michael forced her out of his mind while he tracked down Kallewi.
'How are we doing?' he said when he found the big marine watching the last of the prisoners make their way into the landers, doing his best to put Anna out of his mind and concentrate on the job of getting out of what was about to become one giant hornet's nest infested with vengeful Hammers.
'We have… let me see, yes, 437 very confused Feds,' Kallewi said. 'We've allocated them to landers, and we're loading them now. We'll be ready to go in five minutes.'
'Any problem with our payload limits?'
'No. It'll be close, but we'll be fine.'
'Good. Who's the senior officer? He'd better come with me, though I can't say I'm looking forward to telling him how we ended up here.'
Kallewi grinned. 'Captain Adrissa, and he's a she. That's her over there,' he said, pointing to a stocky woman standing clear of the Feds boarding the landers, her face wide-eyed with bewilderment.
'Oh, right. I'll grab her and get her onboard. Let me know when everyone's in and we can go. We've been luckier than we deserve so far, so the sooner we disappear, the better.'
'My feelings exactly,' Kallewi said.
Leaving him to harry the last of Feds along, Michael walked over to where Adrissa stood.
'Captain Adrissa, sir,' Michael said. 'Lieutenant Helfort. Pleased to meet you.'
'Heard about you, Lieutenant,' Adrissa said. 'Must say, I never expected this,' she added, waving her hand at the wreckage that once had been Camp J-5209. 'You care to explain what the hell this is all about?'
'Yes, sir. I will, but we need to go, so follow me, please.'
For a moment, Michael wondered if Adrissa was about to argue the point; instead, she shrugged her shoulders. 'Okay,' she said, her face set in a frown of confusion and doubt, overwhelmed by the sheer speed and ferocity of it all.
Followed by Adrissa and pausing only to make sure that Anna was strapped in-his heart sank as he looked at her sitting slumped in her seat, face slick with rain, fathomless green eyes narrowed, suspicious and disbelieving; please let her understand, he prayed, please-Michael made his way up to Widowmaker's flight deck, telling himself over and over again to stay focused or risk losing everything he and the rest of Redwood's crew had achieved against nearly impossible odds.
'Take a seat, sir,' he said, waving Adrissa into the empty weapon systems operator's seat.
'What the hell is-'
'Sir, please. Let's get out of here, then I'll explain.'
'Better be good, Lieutenant, because none of this makes any sense.'
'It will, sir,' Michael said. Even though I know full well it won't, he thought with a sense of foreboding at what lay ahead.
'I hope so.'
Michael scanned the command and threat plots as he dropped into his seat. Nothing had changed: The marines blocking the only road into 5209 reported no enemy activity, and there was no air activity, which surprised Michael. The Gladiator operations plan assumed that the Hammers would launch their planetary defense force fliers even if the Fed landers managed to stay undetected, but for some reason they had not. Well, he decided, it did not matter why the Hammers were so passive. He hoped they stayed that way.
'Command, Kallewi. Everyone's loaded. We're good to go.'
'Roger. Loadmaster, command. Close her up and get everyone strapped in. We'll be on our way shortly. Command out.'
Ferreira arrived, throwing herself into the tactical officer's seat, spraying rainwater everywhere. 'Bloody rain's getting worse,' she grumbled. 'What a fucking shithole this place is. Sorry, sir,' she added, throwing an embarrassed glance at Adrissa.
'No problem,' Adrissa said, her face a picture of utter confusion and uncertainty. Michael sympathized. An hour ago, the woman would have been asleep, dreaming away another long night with nothing but day after empty day to look forward to.
'Command, sensors. I have a radio intercept, bearing 290. Sensor AI says it is a Hammer ground force datalink.'
'Roger. Janos, you copy that?'
'Did, sir.'
'Your guys seeing anything?'
'Nothing yet. Road's clear.'
'Roger. Suggest Widowmaker launches to deal with the Hammers. Get your guys to fall back. Once they've been recovered, we'll disengage and head for Point Lima.'
'Concur. Kallewi, out.'
'Alley Kat, Hell Bent, copy?'
'Copy.'
Michael wasted no more time. 'Launch,' he said.
'Roger, launch.' Mother brought the lander's fusion plants online. Raw energy smashed into the ground, and slowly, sluggishly, Widowmaker started to climb, driven skyward by twin pillars of fire shooting down out of its belly thrusters. 'Transitioning,' Mother said; she pushed the nose down and fed power to the main engines.
'Tac, you ready?' Michael asked.
Ferreira shot him a grin of hungry anticipation. 'Ready, sir.'
Accelerating fast, Mother steadied the lander to run 50 meters above J-5209's access road, its rain-slicked surface silvery gray in the low-light holovid, Kallewi's marines a cluster of blobs come and gone in a black blur. A
