“So it’s not paradise?”
“Definitely not. The possessed are wrong about that. It’s a refuge, that’s all. There’s nothing there which you don’t bring to it yourself.”
“So it is entirely natural?”
“I believe so, yes.”
After the burst of confusion at the start of the exodus, the marines exerted complete control over everyone who came through the gateways. They were on top of the situation, and stayed there right up until the last four serjeants came through. The marines immediately ushered them towards the trucks waiting in the parking lot as they’d done with all the others.
“No way,” Moyo said. “We’re waiting for her.”
“Who?” the marine captain asked.
“Stephanie. She must have gone back somehow.”
“Sorry, no exceptions.”
“Yo, dude,” Cochrane said. “She’s like our righteous leader; and she’s doing her last good deed. So where do you cats come off acting like colonel asswipe?”
The captain wanted to protest, but somehow the sight of a serjeant wearing slim purple sunglasses and a paisley-patterned backpack stopped the words from coming out.
“I mean, she’s like out there all alone battling the last and greatest of the hobgoblin queens, to save
“It’s closing,” McPhee shouted.
The gateway was contracting, shrinking back to a small sliver of emerald shimmering a metre above the surface of the road. The physicists shouted excitedly, datavising fresh instructions to the considerable sensor array they’d assembled round the transplanetary rift.
“Stephanie!” Moyo yelled.
“Wait,” Cochrane said. “It’s not shutting down completely. See?”
A small remnant of green light continued to burn steadily.
“She’s still there,” Moyo said desperately. “She can still make it. Please!” he appealed to the marine captain. “You have to let us wait for her.”
“I can’t.”
“Hang on in there,” Cochrane said. “I maybe know someone who can help here.” Ever since he’d arrived back on Ombey there had been a thousand alien voices whispering away to each other at the back of his mind. Sinon,he yelled at them. Hey, big dude, you around these parts? It’s me, your ol’ buddy Cochrane. We like need some high-powered help right now. Stephanie’s being cosmically stupid again.
Acacia took the problem directly to Ralph. He might have been firm about it, but the Edenist mentioned Annette Ekelund.
“Let them wait,” Ralph datavised to the marine captain. “We’ll set up a watching brief.”
An hour and twenty minutes later the gateway expanded briefly to let three humanoid figures stagger out. Stephanie and Annette, in their serjeant bodies, supported a trembling Angeline Gallagher between them. They handed her over to the small medical team, who rushed her into the hospital.
Moyo raced over and flung his arms around Stephanie, his mind leaking a torrent of distress into the general affinity band.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he cried. “After all that, I couldn’t stand it.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. A physical embrace was almost impossible, their hard skulls
The rover reporters who’d hung on to the bitter end dodged round the marine guard to close on the strange party.
“Hi there you dudes, I’m Cochrane, one of the like superheroes who got the kids out across the firebreak. That’s Cochrane. C-O-C-H . . .”
It was quiet in the detention barracks. Not that the serjeants slept, they didn’t need to. They were lying on their bunks or walking round the hall downstairs, being interviewed by the rovers, catching up on AV news shows (mainly featuring themselves). Most of all, they were getting used to the fact they were back in genuine bodies, and owned them one hundred per cent. Apprehension and marvel at their latest turn in fortune had left them stupefied.
Ralph walked through one of the barracks, escorted by a watchful Dean and Will. The marine guard was allowing the serjeants to move around freely, all except one. There were five armed troopers standing outside the door to the office the bitek construct was secured in. Two stood to attention as Ralph approached, the others kept focused on their job.
“Open the door,” Ralph ordered.
Dean and Will came in with him, expressions informing any serjeant they’d love it to try taking them on. It was read by the room’s sole occupant, who was sitting passively behind a table. Ralph sat down opposite.
“Hello, Annette.”
“Ralph Hiltch. General, sir. You are becoming a depressing recurrent feature in my life.”
“Yes. And it is a life now, isn’t it? How does that feel, coming back from the dead as a real person?”
“This is what I always wanted. So I can’t complain. Though I expect I’ll eventually become ungrateful about the lack of this body’s sexuality.”
“You’ll be even more unhappy if I fail, and the possessed come marching over the horizon to capture your fine new body for a lost soul to host.”
“Don’t be so modest. You won’t fail here on Ombey, Ralph. You’re too good at your job. You love it. How many sieges are left now?”
“Five hundred and thirty-two.”
“And falling, I believe. That was a good strategy, Ralph. A good response to Ketton. But I still would have loved to see your face when we took that chunk of landscape out from under your nose.”
“Where did that stunt get you? What did you achieve?”
“I got a body, didn’t I. I’m alive again.”
“Only by chance. And you didn’t help a lot from what I hear.”
“Yes yes, Saint bloody Stephanie the hero of the flying isle. Is the Pope going to give her an audience? I’d like to see that, a bitek abomination with a soul that’s escaped from purgatory having tea at the Vatican.”
“No. The Pope’s not seeing anybody anymore. Earth is falling to possession.”
“Shit! Are you serious?”
“Yes. Last I heard, there were four arcologies infested. It might even have fallen by now. So you see, I won, but you were right after all. This will never be decided here.”
The serjeant sat up straighter, its recessed eyes never moving from Ralph. “You look tired, General. This Liberation is really wearing you down, isn’t it?”
“You and I both know there is no paradise now, no immortality. The possessed can never have what they wanted. What will they do, Annette? What will happen to Earth when it arrives in that sanctuary realm and none of their food synthesis machinery works? What then?”
“They’ll die. Permanently. Their suffering will end.”
“Is that what you’d call a final settlement? Problem over.”
“No. I had that opportunity. I didn’t take it.”
“The beyond is preferable to death?”
“I’m back, aren’t I? Would you prefer me to be on my knees?”
“I’m not here to gloat, Annette.”
“Then what are you here for?”
“I am the supreme commander of the Liberation forces. For the moment that gives me an extraordinary degree of power, and not just in military terms. You tell me if there’s any point to my being here. Can this be
