data that you can read on your commlink from like thirty or forty meters away.
Nannies are the same, but with more bandwidth, and with audio and vid channels. You wear the little flesh- colored dot on your forehead. It sees everything you see through an ultra-small nanocamera, and hears what you hear through a microphone the size of a large protein molecule. The range varies, depending on whether it's a government or a corporate model, but it's a lot farther than forty meters… and it can get through almost any of the usual RF barriers. Mr. Johnson's people really would be watching. • • •
It took Dee three days to hack the system, but we got what we needed to make the strike. Mitsubishi-Mellon had all kinds of defenses up, of course, but there are always cracks in the walls. We'd snuck into tougher places.
The biggest problem was that we were operating under deadline. Our Mr. Johnson had provided us with a few details. Seems he had a pipeline into this Zayid character's inner sanctum-a circle of twelve that was doing the heavy lifting for Zayid's major working. A street shaman named Shifter hadn't liked what he'd seen, and he'd made contact with our Mr. Johnson's people, whoever they were.
So, courtesy of Shifter, we knew Zayid was doing a series of incantations every night of the waning Moon, and that it was all coming to a head at midnight on the night of the new Moon-the 5th. And that was three days from my meeting with the Johnson.
But Dee found us a way in that ought to bypass the defenses at the front entrance, at least. We'd need to jimmy a lock to get us into an infrastructure service tunnel two blocks from the M amp;M building, then follow the fiber-optics and water pipes into the tower's basement. At that point, Dee would have to hack the building OS to take down certain surveillance cameras and the pressure sensors in the floor, and there would be guards outside the staff elevator.
From there it was up sixty-eight floors to where Zayid was doing his thing.
Simple. What could possibly go wrong? • • •
What indeed?
How about the extra SWAT-rigged security facing us as soon as we stepped out of the service tunnel?
I still don't know what the hell went wrong. Maybe Dee missed a security line when she hacked in. Maybe the whole op was compromised from the start. Hell, maybe we were set up. But Cammie stepped through that door, muttered a heartfelt oscar-sierra over her comm, and rolled for it as the bullets started slamming into the wall.
Scoot spat something under his breath, and a guard three meters away snapped backward, arms pinwheeling as he slammed into a wall. Thud reached out with two hands the size of large turkeys and grabbed a couple of other guards by the throats, hoisting them off the floor and giving them a hard shake as a pacifier. I stepped out from behind him with my Predator IV in both hands, squeezing off one shot after another into the mob of black- suits in front of us.
I don't know if it was Scoot's stunbolt, the sight of the Predator, or Thud's enthusiasm, but the rent-a-cops still standing bolted for the cover of a bend in the hallway. I pulled out a bouncy-boom, squeezing hard to arm it. I tossed it hard, aiming to bounce off the floor, hit the back corridor wall, and ricochet behind the corner. On the third bounce, it detonated with a serious ear-ringing wham, and corp-cops were spilling back out into the opening, hands clutched to bleeding ears.
'Put 'em to sleep, Thud-boy!' I called. I didn't like killing the local security, even if a second ago they'd been trying to kill me. After all, their only crime was trying to earn an honest credstick… unlike yours truly.
They'd have headaches when they woke up, after Thud finished with them, but probably no broken bones. Probably.
The elevator required an electronic passkey. Dee could have finagled it… but one of the guards was nice enough to furnish us with one. We crowded inside-it's always a crowd with Thud present-and told it we wanted the 68th floor.
Of course, we weren't born yesterday. Thud had the maintenance hatch in the car's ceiling open with one, heavy-fisted bam, and we were already scrambling up through the opening and on top the roof when the car came to an abrupt and unscheduled halt between floors 64 and 65. When the gas came hissing into the car beneath us, we were already on the maintenance access ladder and climbing.
Cammie paused long enough to drop an RFID gas sensor down the open hatch in the elevator and check the result on her commlink.
'Shit!' she said, pocketing the comm and starting to climb. 'Neurotox! One-whiff deadly! Climb!'
Hell, that just sucked big slimy ork toes. The corp-bastards could have used sleepy-gas. These guys were trying to kill us!
At the sixty-sixth level we let ourselves in through a maintenance hatch, and quietly slipped into a nearby stairwell. We were two floors from our goal and well ahead of sched. We didn't have the luxury of much time, though. It would take them maybe ten minutes to ventilate the elevator, and then they'd know we'd stepped out. And up.
Scoot used another of his bolts to slam an armed and armored guard in the stairway senseless, and Dee tripped the maglock on the door to the 68th floor. We were in.
But I scowled at my watch and signaled for the others to wait. The toughest part about this op was the timing. We knew from our informant that Zayid expected to get the 'merchandise' at midnight tonight… and we were running about four minutes fast. If we burst in on the chanters now, we might interrupt the circle, keep them from opening the gate… which, of course, meant we couldn't get the merchandise either.
Assuming there was any merchandise to get. I still couldn't make myself believe that we were going to find the storied Necronomicon when we broke up Zayid's little party.
But we waited, waited as sweat prickled at our necks and backs, waited as Scooter psychically scanned for approaching trouble.
The nanny on my forehead itched. The thing drew power for the cam and mike set from my skin. The larger transmitter on my belt had a built-in power unit all its own. I hoped our unseen employers were getting an eyeful; we were counting on them to airlift us off the roof after we'd completed the hit. It was better than trying to fight our way all the way back down the M amp;M Tower to the street.
Time.
I looked back at Thud, who crouched behind me with his usual patient mountain-presence. His forehead sloped back so sharply between his massive horns that we'd placed his nanny on his throat. Otherwise, our peeping Toms would've seen nothing but the ceiling through his minicam. 'Get to the roof,' I told him. 'Clear it and wait for us. Got it?'
'Got it,' he rumbled. He unslung the autocannon he'd been wearing over his shoulder and gave it a friendly pat. 'I wait for you.'
So now it was just the three of us, stepping through the stairwell door and moving along the passageway looking for Conference Room 68-4. That was where our informant had said Zayid was casting his circles. It ought to be just ahead.
And we could hear it now… an eerie, droning harmony of male voices. We couldn't make out the words, but we could hear the tones easily enough, moaning and buzzing and humming from the next doorway down the hall. There was another guard standing there, but Scooter was muttering under his breath again, throwing up a stealth spell around us as we closed in on him. He saw us… but too late. He went down as Dee burst-fired three silenced rounds into him from her Ingram Smartgun.
The door beside the body was locked, and the passkey on the body didn't work.
By now, the building's defenses must be fully alerted to our presence. We had minutes now, at most, before a small corporate army converged on the 68th floor.
Midnight. Now the only question was whether Zayid's people were on time inside that conference room. I considered waiting another minute… but a minute is forever on a run, and I didn't much care to hang around in a corporate hallway waiting for the M amp;M goons to show. I nodded at Dee, and she went to work on the lock with a sequencer.
I could hear the chanting much more clearly now. Funny words… incomprehensible, like people trying to gargle and cough at the same time.
'Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn…'
The maglock hummed and opened and the door slid aside. A cloud of pungently sour incense wafted out as
