fencing. He nearly lost his footing as the ground dropped away in a steep slope of gravel and dirt. He found himself in the basement of a bombed-out brick house. The walls of the foundation stood but nothing overhead other than the haze of smoke and dust that blanketed the ruined city.
The entity that had guided Trevor through the fires of Armageddon and encouraged him on to Empire building paced near a dim fire. Trevor did not know the thing’s true nature, but it masqueraded as an elderly human male with sunken dark eyes and gray stubble on pale cheeks.
The Old Man’s hands worked nervously, first tugging at his black vest and then tapping against the image of faded blue jeans that comprised the lower half of the costume. His mouth worked fast as if hurrying to finish a pinch of tobacco.
He threw Trevor a quick glance and then focused his eyes at something Trevor could not see, all while continuing to pace back and forth, forth and back.
“Damn it, what are you doing here?”
“Funny,” Trevor answered. “I was going to ask you the same question.”
“There ain’t nothing funny about none of this!”
Considering the Old Man had tracked him across parallel universes a few years ago, it did not surprise Trevor to find him there in the Ukraine. Yet recent events made Trevor wonder exactly how much the Old Man could see; or how much he refused to see.
“I’m doing what I have to do. I told you last time we spoke that unless you can help, stay out of my way.”
The Old Man stopped pacing and turned to Trevor. The flicker of the small fire danced across the fellow’s pale skin and sunken eyes. Trevor saw something there that sent a hard shiver up his spine.
He saw fear in the Old Man. His face had drawn taut and a tremble danced on the his phony lips.
“Trevor, listen to me,” the entity pleaded. “Things aren’t looking so good these days. Back home your boys are puttin’ up a hell of a fight but they don’t have spit’s chance.”
“Because of Voggoth,” Trevor drove the point home. “We were in control up until then. Until he decided to screw things up and play the spoilsport. I get the feeling that’s not a part of those precious rules you’re always preaching about.”
The Old Man clutched the sides of his head in a manner reminiscent of a child refusing to hear.
“It doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter!”
Trevor stepped forward, stiffened his lip, and bobbed a pointed finger at the Old Man like a Cobra striking repeatedly.
“It does matter! That’s the whole point, you fool! We never had a chance to win. None of you do! There are rules, old timer, but they’re Voggoth’s rules! He’s going to do whatever he has to do to wipe you all out.”
“You don’t know what you’re yappin’ about!”
Trevor growled, “He let those other humans steal me away to their universe so that the Chaktaw might lose on their home Earth and my people-without me-would lose here! He sent Deadheads to kill me on the first day of the invasion but they didn’t find me, they only found my parents. Was that part of the rules? Targeted assassination? Was it?
WAS IT?”
“Trevor-“
“He kidnapped Nina and implanted her so she would track me down and hand me over to The Order! Was he playing by the rules then? Last year he stole my goddamn son-“
The Old Man’s eyes bulged and he screamed-a scream of outright terror. “That was a mistake!”
“How many mistakes did Voggoth make on other worlds? How many times did YOU turn your back and let him kill the Feranite leader or maybe kidnap a Hivvan child or assassinate one of the Duass’ generals or whatever? How many times, Old Man? HOW MANY TIMES?”
The Old Man shook his head violently. “No-no-no…”
“It was okay then because it was the other guys, right? You didn’t care because it hurt them and helped you. So you closed your eyes to whatever fast ones he pulled other places because as long as it wasn’t you, who cares? Right? Right? Well now it is you and no one else cares. And next time it will be them-one by one-and each time whoever is left won’t care until it’s too late for all of you!”
“Shut up! You just shut up! Your inferior brain don’t have a clue!”
“Inferior? That’s right, it’s all about who is inferior and who is superior, isn’t it? You’ve got the power of Gods and the arrogance to match. Voggoth has twisted you around ‘till you can’t see the truth that’s right in front of you. And now you’re going to burn because of it. Problem is, all of my race goes with you, right? Tell me Old Man, why is the universe empty? Do you know?”
The Old Man stopped babbling so fast Trevor nearly heard the squeal of brakes.
“Yeah, that’s right. This inferior brain knows what’s going on a lot better than the rest of you. I’ve seen it. I’m fighting it. And I’m going to do my damndest to end it.”
“You can’t-you can’t go to him…” the Old Man trembled again. “It’s against the-“
“Don’t you dare tell me that. Don’t-you- dare.”
“Back home, Trevor, your pals are going to lose. Pretty soon-maybe by next week-they’re going to get wiped out! When that happens…when that happens it could be all over.”
The entity who resembled an elderly human male ran a hand over his face trying to brush away fear and desperation. As he did his face brightened as if energized by a new idea. A last straw, perhaps.
“Look, yeah listen, Trev, you take some of these fine folks here and go hide away. Turn ‘round and go back to the Alps or whatnot. Find you-self a cave or somethin’ and hide away. Go-what would you call it? — oh yeah, goes underground for a spell. I can sell that as re-groupin’. That’s the only way, Trevor! That’s the only way!”
“Now you listen to me,” Trevor stepped closer. The brightness on the thing’s face faded. The Old Man seemed to shrink before him; cower, even. “You took me away from my life and put the weight of the world on my shoulders. I never wanted any of this. And now what am I? I’ve felt anger like I-like no man should ever feel. I did things- evil things. All because the stakes in this game are so high that I’ve had no room to do anything else. Fight the aliens. Kill anything or anyone who stood in the way of victory. Even if it was my own kind. Even if it was murder.”
He clenched his fists and gazed at them. Trevor imagined streams of blood there.
“Look at what you turned me into. I am what you made me. So I’m going to finish this the only way I know how. I’m not going to hide-I’m going to fight!”
“Trev-“
Stone’s eyes left his hands and shot at the entity.
“And I know something now, Old Man. I know that fighting the Duass or the Hivvans or even those blasted Witiko won’t end this. I’m going after the thing that’s pulling all the strings. The thing that is responsible for everything that’s happened.”
“No! Trevor, no,” the Old Man’s eyes narrowed and he fell over on his knees and wept, “Please, Trevor, no! Don’t go! I’m so afraid-I’m so afraid…”
Trevor walked away from the entity, climbing the ruined walls of the bombed-out house. The tiny campfire faded and the sounds of a god weeping followed Trevor through the dark.
20. Rally
Nina and Vince Caesar hobbled away from the inferno that consumed The Order’s Olathe facility on the morning of June 8. Vince’s leg could not fully support his weight, but she refused to leave him behind.
Late that night the pair found shelter inside what remained of the Overland Park Convention Center about seven miles southeast of The Orders now-defunct base. If she had not already realized as much, their difficult journey from Olathe to Overland Park drove the point home: the Dark Wolves’ mission to disrupt enemy rear areas had ended.
While Nina managed to salvage some ammunition from her fallen comrades before setting the facility ablaze,
