“What are they doing?” said Sam over her shoulder to Cal.
“I don’t know for sure…”
“Best guess.”
“Well,” he said thoughtfully, “they’ve sampled soil, vegetation—and I’m guessing they like what they see.”
“That would be just our luck,” said Mick. “That being the case: what are we looking at?”
“Well, we’re talking colonization,” said Cal. He sounded astoundingly matter-of-fact about it, as if he were discussing someone else’s problem. There was apparently a lot to be said for scientific detachment. “Look at history: explorers become invaders and if any indigenous people live, they’ll be servants, slaves, or museum pieces.”
“Thanks, Mick,” said Sam, making no effort to hide her annoyance.
“Me? What did I do?”
“You asked him. I actually would have been perfectly happy not knowing.” She sighed. “Why the hell couldn’t it have been the Chinese?”
“Yeah,” Mick said. “You get invaded by the Chinese and a half hour later, it’s like you didn’t get invaded at all.”
Sam stared at him. Then, shaking her head, she turned back to Cal. “So… what, exactly, are they doing up there?”
“Everyone in my field knows that spectrum isn’t the problem with inter-stellar messaging,” said Cal.
“Was that
“All I’m saying is that we all have a shot at open sky. Frequency boost power is what dictates how fast and how far your message travels.”
To Sam’s surprise, she actually understood the implications of what he was saying. “So those things they were flying in… I mean, bringing in up there…”
He nodded, actually looking proud that she was picking up on it so fast. “Power cells.”
“Like giant batteries?”
He nodded again.
Mick turned in his seat, looking at Cal suspiciously. “And what is it
“Send and monitor deep space for messages. Why?”
“Well,” said Mick, and his voice slowly became filled with a vague dread, as he understood what was happening and clearly wished he didn’t. “When I was on Ops behind lines, first thing I did was try to make comms. Could they be…?”
“Using our gear to communicate with wherever they came from? Seems likely to me. I’m guessing reinforcements. Occupational forces.” Cal was way ahead of him. It made Sam wonder if the scientist had actually figured out everything the invaders were up to and was simply letting the two of them catch up at their own speed so they’d have an easier time both understanding and accepting it.
“Oh, so ET wants to phone home,” said Sam. “Except they need something a little more sophisticated than a Speak & Spell.” She looked at the bewilderment on Cal’s face. “What?” she said impatiently.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about. Is that a cultural reference? Because I don’t really do well with —”
Her mouth moved but words failed to materialize. “Forget it,” she said finally.
“We can’t let that happen,” said Mick firmly. “Stop the car.” When she failed to do so, he raised his voice and repeated with fierce determination,
The Jeep skidded to a halt, the tires churning up dirt under them.
“No! Are you crazy? We shouldn’t stop,” said Cal. He pointed toward the darkness ahead of them. “Drive straight for the Marine base, maybe they can—”
“There’s no more Marine base,” said Mick. He started checking the rounds in not only the rifle, which he was cradling, but the other weapons he’d managed to extract from the crumbled Jeep.
Cal slowly began to understand what Mick was saying. “We’re not going down the mountain, are we?”
“Mick, that’s… that’s insane. That’s Looney Tunes.” Sam was shaking her head so vigorously it seemed as if it might tumble off her neck. “Doctor, doesn’t that sound Looney Tunes to you?”
“I’m not sure. What is—?”
“Never mind. Mick… we can’t do this on our own. We have to wait for someone who can handle—”
“You know what waiting around gets you?” he said coldly as he continued to check his ammo. “It gives the enemy time to find you, and target you,” he looked bleakly at her, “and blow your goddamn legs off.”
A deathly silence fell upon them, broken only by the soft
“Okay, so… what do we do first?” said Sam.
Minutes later they had driven the Jeep as near to the site of the initial attack as they dared. Then Sam pulled it over toward a small cluster of trees. They climbed out and proceeded to cover the Jeep with whatever branches and brush they could locate.
Sam was breathing heavily, scratching at bug bites and scrapes she’d gotten from the branches. The branches also kept snagging her hair, and finally she pulled it back into a tight ponytail and wrapped a rubber band around it that she’d had in her pocket. She stepped back and studied the camouflage. It looked to be a pretty good job.
“I need to call Hopper,” said Sam abruptly.
Cal appeared confused, as if he was being presented information he should have but didn’t. “Who’s Hopper?”
“My fiance.”
“Semi-fiance,” Mick volunteered, laying some more branches over the Jeep for good measure.
She fired him an annoyed look. “He’s my fiance,” she said firmly.
“Oh good. You need to call your semi-fiance,” said Cal, sounding decidedly snide. “I want to call my
Sam was starting to feel as if Zapata was more in need of a good slap in the face than anyone she’d met in a long time. Mick, however, put a calming hand on her arm as he said to Cal, “He’s also a weapons officer on a guided missile destroyer that has the resources to take a whole installation out.”
“Oh.” Cal suddenly seemed to realize how he had come across when he’d spoken so disdainfully. Sounding vaguely apologetic, he said, “That makes sense.”
Sam decided it would do little good to berate Cal for the way he’d replied to her. Yes, it was dumb, but she hadn’t exactly covered herself with glory every minute of the last hour or so. Better to just let it go and move on. “You work with all that high-tech gear. Can you get us in touch with the ship?”
Cal gave it some thought. “They’re using an electromagnetic field to block our signals. An alien version of a Faraday shield.”
“A what?” said Mick.
“A Faraday shield. Invented by Michael Faraday back in the early part of the 19th century. You use a conducting material to form an enclosure to block out static and non-static electrical fields. Think of it as a sort of ideal hollow conductor.”
“Okay, I’ll do that.” Mick glanced at Sam. She shrugged.
“But in any electrical field,” Cal went on, oblivious to their confusion, “no matter how powerful, there’s no such thing as a solid or an absolute. And perhaps they’re using some momentarily unencrypted frequency among themselves, unless, of course, they use ESP or some other advanced, non-oral form of communica—”
Sam’s head was starting to spin. “
“Could be,” said Mick. “I’m a little rusty on my science.”
“Sorry,” said Cal, looking embarrassed that he had left them behind. He thought a moment, trying to come up
